{"id":26082,"date":"2020-05-26T06:00:20","date_gmt":"2020-05-26T13:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/becomeimmersed.com\/?p=26082"},"modified":"2020-08-12T16:01:01","modified_gmt":"2020-08-12T23:01:01","slug":"eschaton-review","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/becomeimmersed.com\/eschaton-review\/","title":{"rendered":"Eschaton by Chorus Productions Is a Parade of Strangeness"},"content":{"rendered":"
I am given a password to type into a menu bar on my computer. The word is \u201cvelvet.\u201d While pondering what this password could mean for the experience I am about to witness, I am led into a new Zoom breakout room. I am not the first. I find myself in a garish boudoir. It is dimly lit. There are about a dozen people here. Voyeurs. Watching the young woman named Katja on the couch. Katja is scantily and provocatively clad. She is wearing a feathered boa and pasties. She stretches catlike on the divan. She plays a song on a gramophone next to the couch. If she notices that she is being watched, she doesn\u2019t let on. Instead, she proceeds to light a cigarette in a long holder. She places the lit cigarette in between her bare toes as she lies on her stomach and leans forward to adjust the gramophone.<\/span><\/p>\n But just then, Katja bends over backward to take a puff from the cigarette, still ensconced between her toes. Her long hair brushes the small of her back. I am transfixed. So are the other participants, judging by the slack-jawed expressions on their faces. The host of the party enters the Zoom chat and leaves four more passwords for us to use when we desire. I find myself torn between wanting to stay to see what will happen next and leaving this place for the next adventure.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n