
“Listen!”
“Listen!”
“Listen!”
And when I actually do listen, I get this: “There’s a mysterious cloud over Death Mountain…”
I mean seriously, we’ve walking towards Death Mountain for the whole day.
I’ve been beating off Stachildren with this tiny letter-opener of a sacred ‘Kokiri Treasure’, and you come out with that?! Well thank you. You want to know what I think?
‘Hrrit!’ Dammit.
Sometimes I get so mad that I just have to cut things. Anything. Every little bit of grass I see. One time I got so mad that I just walked into someone’s house and threw every vase, smashed every pot and stole every rupee that appeared. And they just SMILED. What is wrong with people?
I went to Hyrule Castle the other day to file a complaint to Princess Zelda, but she didn’t even care about my problems – didn’t even let me get a word in edgeways.
Rather, she shoved my nose up against a window and made me look at this man she’d been spying on. Apparently he was up to no good and she didn’t trust him. Bit harsh if you ask me!
He’s the only male Gerudo for 100 years so I’m told, and he turned out ginger! Poor guy. Cut him some slack.
But before I could grumble some kind of response, Zelda just grabbed my hand and drew a triangle on it, claiming I was gifted by the Gods. The Gods!
As if. I’m an atheist darling.
And stop saying that you’ve been gifted with wisdom. You’ve been gifted with something, but it certainly isn’t that.
I can’t believe this is the girl everyone confuses me with. It’s insulting. Here I am running around doing all the hard work, and the whole thing is called ‘The Legend of ZELDA.’
All she does is go on and on about Triforces and sages and other such nonsense, eventually needing to be saving. And somehow I’m the girl. Right.

Screw this. I’m going to the pub. Seven years in the Temple of Time ought to do me some good.
Don’t wait up for me – I crammed a fairy into this tiny bottle earlier, so I’ll be fine.
Ben Gilbert, Lifestyle Editor



