There are no rupees in the grass. Also, rolling into trees really hurts. If you kill a rat, its corpse doesn’t magically disappear, and it doesn’t yield life force. These are the important and slightly earth-shattering lessons one encounters upon leaving Hyrule and entering ‘the real world’. Especially earth-shattering if your name is Link, and, aside from killing things and cutting down grass in search of rupees, and epic, mythical adventures, your repertoire of transferable job skills is nil. On top of that, you don’t talk. Try explaining your problems fitting in and understand the world to people if you can’t talk. Hyaaahs, huhs and a deep, expressive gaze can only get you so far in a world where people don’t automatically tell you what you need to know upon approach.
Link has been in San Francisco for six months. Upon first arriving, he was entirely lost - penniless and with no idea what he was supposed to be doing, he lived in a homeless shelter for eight weeks, before finally being contacted by a man called Gamin Watch, who directed him to a no-speech-or-skills-required job as a shelf stacker and bag packer in a tiny, family-run grocery store. He now manages to rent a tiny apartment owned by the patriarch of that family, who took pity on him, at a very-much-discounted price per month. He communicates by writing down what he wants to say in a tiny notebook, which is always with him, and has been trying to learn some sign language on top of that. He’s searching for Zelda, Epona and Ilia but with no luck so far. It’s harder, when clues don’t appear highlighted in red in front of you. |
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