Category: Editorials

Hello everybody and WELCOME to Zelda Dungeon’s MUSICAL MARCH MADNESS. The premise is simple: 64 songs will go head to head in a series of single elimination matches, with the winner advancing to the next round, until there is only ONE song left standing that can be called the Greatest Zelda Song Ever. This post will be updated DAILY with new match-ups, so make sure you bookmark it. Polls will last 24 HOURS, STARTING AND ENDING AT 5 PM PACIFIC…

So in case you’ve been living under a rock for the last two weeks, you’ve probably heard about the Link’s Awakening remake headed to the Nintendo Switch at some point this year. You’ve probably already watched the trailer a million times, weighed in with your thoughts, and maybe even dusted off your old copy of Link’s Awakening on your Game Boy Color to get you in the mood. This remake (which I’m dubbing as Link’s Reawakening to avoid confusion with…

Hello everyone! After a month off after the holidays, Inspired By Zelda is back and kicking off 2019 with a flurry of great games that pay homage to the Legend of Zelda series! We’re diving right in this month into the swashbuckling adventure that is Oceanhorn! Let’s go! Oceanhorn: Monsters of the Sea, developed by Finnish-based studios Cornfox & Bros. and published by FDG Entertainment, and available on Nintendo Switch, PS4, Xbox One, and mobile, is a Zelda-like game in…

Zelda was a generally quiet and reserved girl, but one who would voice herself where it was important. She was the most recent reincarnation of the Goddess Hylia, linked to a line of the reincarnating Spirit of the Hero, which possessed her friend and hero, Link. To her dismay, Zelda had come to develop feelings for Link. When she thought about it, she realized they were probably rooted as far back as the time before the Great Calamity. A century…

A part of her had known this day would come. It was destined to. And still, even knowing that… She was sad. Gone would be the days of walking amongst the woods; of laughing with the forest and exploring the leaves. There would be no more time to get lost and simply enjoy each other’s company. Everything was about to change. She had known the very first time that she had laid eyes on him that theirs was a friendship…

Dear diary, He came into the shop again. Why does he have to come here so often? Sometimes, it’s all I can do to stop myself from — It would be easier if he wasn’t so handsome… I wish I could speak to him as eloquently as I can to you: His deep, mysterious eyes enfold me, In the way I fantasize his arms would, The glittering blue gaze setting me free, I feel his silence is misunderstood. He can…

I’m not one to bring up my personal life in my work for Zelda Dungeon, but with this week being the Week of Love, I felt compelled to lift the curtain a bit on what goes on IRL. Last year, something pretty big happened for me: I got married! And as much as I love my new wife with all my heart, I must admit that she is very much not a gamer. She had only held a controller a…

 “What the hell happened in here?!” Fresh paint was splattered on the walls and spilled on the wooden floors in annoyingly vibrant shades of pinks, blues, turquoises and yellows. Little handprints had been left on nearly every surface in the small bedroom, and if Midna was being honest, it was like a bomb of paint had exploded. And the walls and floors weren’t the only things covered in paint. There, along with her godchild, was her lover, Queen Zelda. Pink…

The Sand Goddess and Demise The Sand Goddess strained against the chains which shackled her to the cold stone floor. She could not see her surroundings through the darkness, but she could feel the claustrophobic confines of her small prison. The air was thick — too thick to allow her to breathe freely. And so she suffocated, feeling the pain of death, over and over again. Yet, she could not die. She could not decide which was worse: this seemingly…

Love takes time. So, so much long, agonizing time. We were separated too long ago, spirited away by the will of the forest. Each day, while the dew is still fresh and the ancient spirits slumber, I begin my search for her. Each day, stretching my body to the limit. Each day, setting out slowly, thorough in my search. Each day, the weight of my home and possessions pressing down on my back. My home isn’t much, but I do hope she…