Oculus technology, in either of its incarnations, has a… well, we did do a strip about what it has. Let's see how many words these pictures are worth.

Internally, we refer to Quantum Break as Quorntum Brork. You can use that if you want. Consider the sentence before this sentence to be a license in perpetuity. I would have played more Quorntum Brork, but I spent the first half of this week filming something you don't even know exists. It'll be nice when PAX East rolls through, and all the stuff I'm spending every second of every day on can emerge blinkingly into the light. One thing that's been months coming, and another one you could honestly say years. I remembered about Acquisitions Incorporated last year, pledged to take it seriously, and I haven't forgotten.

Hi. Ok. I’m posting on the front page of Penny Arcade. Cool. No big deal. I can just write some stuff and everything will be fine, right? If I hurry up and finish writing this, I can even—maybe—start breathing again.

I’ve got a couple different VR setups at home and I’ve been really impressed with both of them. The Vive

I definitely, one hundred percent do not like therapists. I maintain a lot of really complicated illusions pretty much constantly, and I try to limit my exposure to the cleansing rays they emit. I legitimately don't like the feeling that I can be known, which I will admit is a strange position to hold for someone who tries hard, at least three times a week, to be understood. The difference is that I want you to. I don't want to be mentally flensed by some Goddamned illithid. And I double don't want to be assessed by proxy because Gabriel's default move - the one at the top of his menu stackl - is "tell people secrets so they will like him."

The Watch is a core piece of Penny Arcade Lore, going back virtually to the beginning of the comic. In a move we will have every opportunity to regret for years, we have made a real version of this Watch, and we're going to fight over it for your amusement in Overwatch. Check out the promotion page here. We'll drop the official Ally rosters next week!

I have a thing I do with my brow when I don't believe something Gabriel has said. In a given day, I'm usually given many opportunities to perform this maneuver. Indeed, occasionally I'm still doing it when he says something else I can't endorse, which saves time in the transition.

I haven't had time to see Batman Vs. Superman: Grim Suffix, because I have to constantly be regurgitating a slurry of masticated leaves into my larvae's leaf holes. And also because going somewhere, even for like three fucking hours, is a logistical challenge on par with the founding of a Phobos colony. Plus, you know. The Division.

A thousand years ago, Greazy-E and I used to frequent a weird-ass videogame store the name of which I cannot entirely remember, other than its fervent suggestion that their domain constituted some kind of zone. Or club? In any case.

August 31st through September first, right before the convention now known as PAX West, there is a mystical land called PAX Dev. In our climate controlled press-free environment, you can collaborate with friends and former enemies right before the big show. Tickets are available here, and if you've got an idea for a talk it can be submitted here; the deadline for such submissions is June 3rd.

We have some new video documentary stuff working for the shows, here's the first of several cool ones:

Clash Royale, a game from the Clash of Clans people, is really good even though I wanted it to be dumb so I could do something else. There's a lot to see out there right now. Like, a lot. Some of it is inside magic cyber glasses. But it's not dumb, it's a really smart active tower defence kinda thing and it's buffed to a gleam. It's way easy to beat your son, too, if you are deeply immoral.

I can't emphasize it enough: VR is real. I have a revolving door at my house of people from every demographic slice that I strap into "my realmz," and nobody can believe the power of these devices to hijack senses and provide presence. They emerge from these places slightly disoriented from the, you know, other false reality, but they aren't nauseous and they are almost always ready to go back in. I feel like there's opportunities to increase the stakes of these cyber glades, but that's a conversation for another time.

In what may well be the end of a School Camp Trilogy, today's strip is about school camp and is the third of its kind.

I’ll be chaperoning a 5th grade camp for the next couple of days. The kids are not allowed to bring any electronics but I’ll be packing some technology. Cigarettes might not be a currency at camp but I have a feeling access to Youtube might be. I’ll be a king!