The Oculus Rift is the future. The future of gamer involvement, immersion and exploration. It’s also a future guaranteed to give me travel sickness, something that I’ve rarely experienced until now. I wouldn’t say I’m a handsome man (out loud), but look at my face in the video – that is not the face of someone who’s had a whale of a time, unless of course I was riding the whale and then got sea-sick.
For those of you not paying attention, the general drift I’m getting at is that the Oculus Rift did not sit well with any of my senses, but especially my kinesthetic sense. Assuming you’re part of the uneducated, broiling masses of ignorance who refuse to shower (like myself), and don’t know what kinesthetic sense is, it’s our ability to close our eyes and still know where our body parts are. Close your eyes and touch your nose. It’s like magic. Now touch your shoulder. And your stomach. Yeah you like that don’t you?
After the OR was placed upon my ever-balding head, I had no idea where the keyboard or mouse had gotten to, or where my hands were. At all. I felt like a puppet floating in jelly. For a more concise recount with less focus on nauseua, check out the video above, ignore my deathly pallour, and listen to Dan.