A few days in the past I used to be experiencing the enjoyment of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, getting misplaced from the primary goals and quests of the sport, and exploring the world of Hyrule at random, as per typical. I used to be passing by Riverside Secure after I seen the animal pens within the background and took a fast lookup shut. It was right here after I seen there have been a few eggs within the Hen pen, so I jumped the fence and grabbed them for my stock.
After which, proper as I used to be about to depart, a sure immediate caught my eye. I may decide up a Hen. I instantly acted on this, hoping that I’d get at greatest a very good snort, and at worst some gentle amusement as I proceed to desert the primary storyline to avoid wasting Hyrule in favor of enjoying with the animals.
Instantly the Hen started clucking and frantically flapping its wings whereas I held it over my head a lot that I assumed I’d unlock a secret flying system and take to the skies. Naturally, I took this chance to actually develop into one with the Hen, impersonating the headless variant of the species as I ran circles across the poor mates of the flapping menace for a very good thirty seconds or so. Truthfully, I’m stunned that the Hen had any plumage left in any respect after the feathery, tornado-like mess it created on account of my antics.
As soon as I made a decision that the poor Hen had gone by sufficient trauma for someday, it was time to place it again down and half methods. Or a minimum of it will have been, if I didn’t discover the ‘throw’ immediate, permitting me to hurl the Hen by the air, very similar to Hyperlink’s means to fling rocks and weapons, amongst different issues. Staring out into the calm, flowing river in entrance of me, a single intrusive thought crossed my thoughts; I needed to see it float, now.
I’d seen all types of geese and numerous different birds simply chilling on the water throughout my time roaming Hyrule, and part of me was simply dying to see the Hen develop into one in every of these specimens, hanging out and (pun most undoubtedly supposed) going with the stream. Sadly, after I threw this Hen in for a dip, it vanished fully with a splash, disappearing for good.
I assumed this will need to have been some kind of unfortunate bug or error, so I picked up one other unlucky Hen check topic and repeated the throw. Identical to the earlier sufferer, this Hen was all of the sudden a goner too, by no means resurfacing like I had so desperately hoped.
Nevertheless, now I used to be curious. Was this some kind of weird bug, or can Chickens simply not float on water on this planet of Hyrule? For no purpose apart from my bewilderment, I went straight to testing this out with the remainder of the Chickens within the pen, throwing them into numerous places of the river. A lot to my disappointment, the Chickens all vanished, even once they landed within the shallow water of a depth lower than Hyperlink’s waist.
Once I rotated to take a look at the empty Hen pen, a considerably disturbing query washed over me, and I stood there in horror. Had I simply single-handedly drowned a big quantity of Chickens within the river? Of all issues on this sport, I had not anticipated to develop into a mass assassin of Chickens, and now I needed to stay by the remainder of my journey with this behind my thoughts, haunting me each time I stumbled throughout one other duck or pond chicken.
And moreover, the place the hell did these Chickens even vanish to? Did they enter an alternate universe? Are they caught exploring the backrooms proper now? Or are they patiently adapting and evolving to underwater life, biding their time till I someday return, to allow them to strike again in a frenzy? In any case, there’s the unstated rule in Zelda Video games; you don’t mess with the Chickens… and should you do, they’ll mess with you.
This was each an amusing waste of my playtime and a invaluable studying expertise that has considerably pushed me again into following the story of the sport. In any case, I don’t know if I need to hold exploring. A part of me is terrified I’m going to be minding my very own enterprise someday, after which simply hear clucking within the distance, getting louder and louder as they shut in on me. Or worse, perhaps I’m going to witness one thing else equally horrifying, like goats in timber, or wolves that may fly. I don’t even know anymore, this sport is so filled with surprises.
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