Regarding THE WORLD

Afternoon of Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Regarding THE WORLD

I don’t know why, I don’t know why.

I DON’T KNOW WHY.

This is the most terrifying Zelda game I’ve ever played.

It’s not so much the mournful dark flavor of Majora’s Mask; it’s something more primal than that.... The thought that around any corner, in this land so folded and full of secrets, something much more powerful than you could charge in, come to life, wake up, try to kill you.

I don’t want to die.

Also, there is a really interesting interface this game has that seems to plug directly into your spine.

I think it has to do with that blasted piano....

You see—okay, this is different from any Zelda game I’ve ever played before. There’s no set field music. Well there is, but it’s not the same. The towns have music, the very particular areas have music, but the world....

There is a diabolical Piano that has been following me around, more conniving than any moblin or Talus or any other beast I have encountered, in the coldest, most subtle way.... though it does have its good moods too, I must admit.

When I am out in the wilds.... sometimes.... I feel a chill run down my spine.

It comes from the piano.

It feels like some kind of sixth sense, some.... feeling.... about the world around you, or your surroundings....

The piano conveys this.

The piano can make you feel safe.

The piano can make you feel watched.

....

Maybe the piano isn’t so diabolical after all—it could be like a warning....

Whatever extra-sensory thing, whatever miraculous ability it is that humans have, whatever feeling cloud of thought it is that causes the hairs to rise on the back of your neck, or the pinpoint pressure between your shoulder blades that makes you look behind you, or the quick-bleeding jolt in your heart that makes you stop and be still with your ears flared wide....

That is what the piano tells.

Great honk, who even composed—who programmed that thing?

And where even is the tonic? Blow me if I can’t ever pick out a key from that thing—confounded.... wandering.... rubato.... thing that’s it I’m bringing my tuning fork next time....