Pikimal: I was wrapped up in Zelda lore as a child. I ate cereal hoping that it would energize my Zelda skills. I wore my brother’s Nintendo branded glasses so that the invisible floor in Legend of Zeld: A Link to the Past would reveal itself. I bragged to my uncle about the genius behind the level design. He nodded his head and sipped at his MGD. Lately, I found myself in my uncle’s position whenever Zelda is brought up. I sip at my drink and nod my head slowly. I nodded through Skyward Sword despite the “innovative sword play.” I humored the 3D remake of Ocarina of Time and its empty fields. Zelda’s fundamentals have become so rusted and mundane that no matter the majesty of which Miyamoto spoke of his baby, I couldn’t get on the hype train. A train I was once leading.