As the up-close-and-personal Chisato repeatedly dug a sword in the general direction of my kidney, I cringed and squealed and sat stricken with fear, mortified. Swords that she plunges into your body.Īgain: What a fool I was. The girl lives in a creaky, Victorian style mansion, seemingly alone, and her interests include. It turned out that hanging with Chisato wasn’t the fun ego boost of (Japanese inscrutable) compliments I hoped for. I laughed out loud out of nervousness several times I also backed away in my chair, almost knocking into the demo attendant.īut the new episode of Summer Lesson didn’t just test the limits of my physical boundaries. Every response drew her closer, and closer, and closer still. Chisato circled around me, asking me questions that I could only respond to with a nod. What followed was five minutes of claustrophobia. Without a controller in hand or an on-screen virtual avatar to look at - Summer Lesson is played using only head movements, looking at the girls in the eyes - I felt trapped in my own body.
The experience paired me up with privileged teen Chisato Shinjo, and right from the start I knew Summer Lesson would be a special brand of unpleasant: Chisato sauntered toward me, getting right up in my face. When I tried out the upcoming installment of Bandai Namco’s PlayStation VR conversation sim, Summer Lesson, at this year’s Tokyo Game Show, I expected a calm, cutesy palate cleanser. Of everything I’ve ever done in VR - like shooting madmen in the face, exploring abandoned houses and dodging bullets in slow motion - signing on to tutor a Japanese schoolgirl is by far the most uncomfortable.
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