Inject this straight into my vains. Psychological and Lovecraftian horror at its finest.

You already know the shtick.

Motion but without the sickness. Sport but withour the tedious stuff. Now that's something to get my own VR gear for.

An interactive art exhibit that made me think many artsy thoughts and words, but let's tie it down to "bleak" but also "beautous" for now. I know, and these aren't even the worst.

I'm the furriest Furry alive and I, Dust (?), just juggled balls with a sword full of intellectual fury.

Dine or die with the most horrendous cooks the world has ever seen. Abuse your frying pans, and sue the company that made 'em because it didn't protect you from bullets and it wasn't even disclosed.

Playing as a developer who is about to fix bugs. Before release. Can you believe it? Well, the wide array of power-ups and the needless time-counter set the mood, both for bugs and gameplay.

Kind of like in racing games your last "race" here haunts you (literally) in form of a ghost. But unlike there, your every wrong move, back then only makes the next race harder.

Complicated controls, time-based, slow elevator levels. It looks good and has great ideas, but apart from that it's like Jerry.

You are the percussion of violence and the game plays you rythmically.