Playstation Virtual Reality (PSVR) will kill me. I can see it happening in a couple of ways:
Heart attack induced by some skinny,scraggly haired, long dirty finger nailed, half naked woman appearing in front of me. Resident Evil 7 and Until Dawn: Rush of Blood being the likely candidates. Playing at 2:30 am and screaming at the top of my lungs doesn’t endear myself to my lovely quiet Chinese neighbours either. Although one is from Taiwan and the other from the mainland, which should probably be a sitcom.
Desiccated corpse found slumped on sofa after Fallout 4 is made a VR game. Your typical “police break into house after reports of decomposition smell” situation. It is only going to take one killer app and taking the headset off to have a drink is going to seem like something that can easily wait a while. Much like going for a piss does at the moment when playing Borderlands 2.
I hope Sony will fully exploit my death for marketing purposes, but suspect they will pussy out instead.