After the first hour of Breath Of The Wild you can certainly tell that something is not exactly right. It's that feeling of "wait, how can this be...". After the first two hours, you're at the edge of your seat, slowly realizing that this thing you're feeling is very rare - so rare in fact, that you only felt it maybe once or twice before. After the first five hours you realize it's actually been eight, or maybe ten. Maybe days have passed, but you haven't noticed. You turn the console off and just look at it in silence. You seem calm on the outside, but there's a screaming voice in your head, silencing all doubt with sheer volume: it has arrived. The truth cannot be denied. It's one of those experiences that's going to stay with you for the rest of your life. A game so absolutely divine that your reaction cannot be intellectual, it has to be emotional. You play it, and it just... is. It exists, it lives. Breath Of The Wild is a game that is beyond reviews, scores, stars or whatever else. Just like Skyrim (and other games of the pantheon) it exists on a plane where words simply fail, reason collapses, and the experience flows over the brim of being just a video game. It's pure magic. It's a Link between worlds.
