This “review” began life as a typical Craig Lupienski review: wistful childhood memories married to emotional analysis of a present-day video game. That’s fine usually. That’s how I write. But that’s not good enough for The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild.
My writing ability cannot match the feeling of joy, discovery, melancholy and exhilaration I felt playing what is the single greatest video game achievement in beauty and design. Breath of the Wild so wisely leaves gaps with which to fill one’s imagination, and my imagination is not yours.
Instead, please enjoy this photolog of my 100 hour journey through Hyrule. I hope it captures even a portion of what I felt.
Please be advised, the last few photos contain what some would feel are spoilers of the endgame.