Even now my mind is drifting back to the plains of Hyrule in Breath of the Wild. I’m wondering where secrets lay hidden in temples and towers, in the bottoms of lakes, and what beasts await around the crumbled ruins in the distance. I’ve always been skeptical about whether or not “killer apps” are a thing or if any single piece of software was worth buying a console for. However, Breath of the Wild has demolished that notion in less than an hour. The rest of the console’s lineup can be a series of duds for all I care. There is something special about this Zelda. It has a soul. It trembles with wonder and delight, and I’m counting the hours until I can get back to saving the world.
Every month is a blank canvas