In the not to distant future someone will make a game that blows this 2 hour walk-about out of the water (Loved The Gallery). An experience that makes human life seem trivial. Imagine 40 hours of a soul wrenching, mind bending, heart twisting adventure. Something you could literally play all day. Strapped in solving, awing, and smiling at scenes and people. Faces that smile back, characters that get that make you laugh so hard you cry. They feel real and their ripped from you. Some games are compelled by that very nature of 'oh no love interest or friend X was taken gotta get them' but you actually looked into their eyes this time as they were taken away. Where it wasn't buttons you couldn't press but instead your physical slowness that prevented you. Your actual fault. And they get ripped and you feel something in you break, a cord snaps in your gut letting it fall into the empty black void of your fear. Then you travel hours apon hours fighting and ripping through h monsters, baddies, or puzzles. Through epic canyons and ancient architecture. Collecting items and more importantly real skill, muscle memory and endurance. Hours spent struggling for something you've been able to trick yourself into believing is real. Something your brain has given into and your body has fought through. Even generic story lines will feel exponentially more real. The Galleries story wasn't crazy out there but it just felt real. This conquest would end in a massive fight or timed puzzle. A thing you must physically and mentally be prepared for. A climax that takes your brain and muscles and pushes them to their max. You begin to dodge or piece things together because you've been playing for 12 hours straight and you brain has lost track that this is not your world. You fight because your head says you must. You conquer because it's life or death. You fear the enemy blade. You twitch when it bounces off you shield and sends a haptic pulse through your hand. You duck dodge and weave. You block and return hits. A mix of the fun of vanishing realms and the awe of the gallery. A story, a world, a struggle, and finally an end. You get your freind back. You see them as a full size human and your brain tells you their real and so when them come up and hug you, you drop your sword and try to hug them. A bit of the illusion fades as you arms drift through empty space and drums begin to play. A chorus or primal beats and wooden harmony fills the space as neon lights stream names into a fading world. You smile looking up at a crazy list of names. And soon their names fade into emptiness. It's the steamvr hub. The headset comes off and your left in a dark room that resembles the faded black of the end scene. It's over, dear god it's over. Your drenched and don't have energy to take off the vrcover. You collapse in bed before you know you made it there. You ache. You sleep. and the next morning is greeted by a brain unaccustomed to the light without SDE. Your vision feels natural. Your arms look weird and your hands are not your own. You smile. VR is not a fad.