After reviews of The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild by Arthur Gies, Peter Brown, Jose Otero and Jason Schreier.




I am almost overwhelming right from the start.

I have enough holes to instill a real sense of mystery.

I am a pillar of smoke above palm trees in the distance.

I am both a return to form and a leap into uncharted territory.

I am an oyster full of really angry monsters and ancient death machines.

I am a little more loose and a little more immediately rewarding.

I am under-equipped for the space you’re in.

I am the implied promise that if you can see it out in the distance, chances are you can eventually reach it.

I am the time lost getting back to where you were.

I am full of emergent opportunities to push your basic understanding of the world and its rules.

I am probably going to die a lot, honestly. Often without much warning.

I am empowering special abilities that will improve your chances to survive.

I am playful piano melodies and ambient sounds of wildlife.

I am an unintentional effect of the game’s code.

I am a frequently stunning, consistently striking visual achievement.

I am walking toward one goal only to see something enticing in the distance.

I am huge, but never empty. I am vast, but never random.

I am a disastrous, society-ending war.

I am triggering bliss and excitement in equal measure.

I am awash in wonderment and perhaps guilt for living a life steeped in modern indulgences.

I am constantly learning in the face of unforeseen challenges.

I have meant to represent a grander topography.

I am thrown completely open to you.