Amazingly, it also finds the time to invent some sorely-needed VR techniques for telling a story in the language inherent to that medium.
The patience of my WME guide in the real reality is unwavering as I continue my tirade across every area, throwing around all the shit I can get my hands on like a three-year-old having a virtual tantrum.
Rick and Morty Virtual Rick-Ality is much bigger than the sum of its individual parts, rising above mere than satire, parody, media crossover, or any medium-specific conventions, to instead say something with a piece of technology that desperately needed to be said.
In the same way the animated show questioned the conventions of animated shows, Rick and Morty Virtual Rick-Ality masters the art of discomfort inherent to its medium.
At the risk of overstating things, the game's never-ending layers of multiverses, virtual realities, and insistence on my insignificance in the grander scheme of things—well, it feels like the voice of an entire generation adrift and questioning their place in this unreal, broken world.