Yeah can I get in too? I'll just copy-paste the old one for now.
"I always admired Link mains — they were true players. They set up a playstyle in their minds—it was adapting; they worshiped an idol there—it was fair play. They looked on every player as their brother, and only bowed their knee to those who shared the Triforce Tier. Separate from the tier *****s, they walked humbly with their character, and lived through all shameless defeats, bonding in thought with all those who had born testimony of a good conscience with the spirit of just players in all ages of smash. Their aspiration after victory was a sigh uttered from the hollows, time-rent, of the Triforce Tier; and their zeal for fair playing was kindled at the fires of KirinBlaze. Their sympathy was always with the underused characters, not the overused. They cherished in their thoughts—and wished to transmit to their posterity—those techniques and combos for discovering which their ancestors had lost countless tournaments, or had pined in desolate smashfests and foreign climes. Their creed, too, was "Glory to Link, and good-will to every man who sticks with his character." This creed, since profaned and rendered vile, they kept fast through good report and evil report. This belief, they had; it was fixed as the stars, deep as the firmament. They made their own hearts altars to the Legend of Zelda, a place of worship for what is true and just in smash; and they feel the greatest character in smash is always near them, and that all who play him work together so he can achieve the place he rightly deserves in smash history. This covenant they kept, as the stars keep their courses; this principle they stuck by, for lack of egoism or lust for money, and it sticks by them to the last. It grew with their growth, but will not wither in their decay. It lives when the almond-tree on Hyrule will again flourish, and is not bowed down with the broken fingers and destroyed controllers. It will glimmer in their last feeble game, will smile through the last bomb they ever pull, and will light a path before them to a social life, when finally they decide to leave it all behind them. It is a better life than that of a senseless Diddy main.
Eight years ago, there was no lovelier Xat in the whole of Smash, nor any more beautiful, by its expression of sweet human dignity and life, than that which was known as Linksmashers, frequented by all those who visited the Allisbrawl forums, including players from the old Link boards whence they came. No grander or greater players every sang to the tune of smash with constant lips; no chats ever lightened during winter with more passionate effusions; no sweeter homes ever hallowed the heart of the passer-by with their pride of peaceful gladness. Never have I seen anything as ghastly in its inner tragedy — not the loss of Kirin to Chibo due to Halberd's hazards — not Aerolink's switch to Diddy — not Lawz's sticking to Sheik — not even Legan's disappearance — as the aspects of reckless, indolent, animal opportunism represented by those who flock to a long neglected character after he is buffed. No godless thought is more appalling than the insolent defiling of those valuable characters by the human herds that abuse them for profit and fame. Our dreams of worldwide success have long vanished, with the earlier dreams of our youth; but we will never be prevented from returning on the wings of imagination to those bright, idealistic moments -- and to those who blasted these ideals, in the fear that they may be achieved, I have but one response: hatred and anger ever-lasting.
I was ready, two years ago, to talk of the old familiar faces —
How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed;
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
But they were not. They returned, as I did; and with them we will create something that will breath when we have long expired: a Link metagame in Smash 4 for Wii U."
Also here's another Elegy for Lost Links:
“I’ll win more,” was their great vow
And perhaps that’s true, as of now.
But is winning with Zero, in truth
The crowning end of a Link’s youth?
And when money’s given, though Link’s dead,
Is he all happy, has all been said?
And is the heart of Links so light,
Its step so loose, its wishes bright?
No, NO! The bliss of Link mains is one
For the daylight, for the Hyr’lian sun,
For happy feels, and Link’s warm breath—
Link mains dream a bliss beyond Link’s death.
It dreams of playing, while not deep;
Before Link’s once more put to sleep.
They hear a voice within them tell:
Link may not win, but we are well.
‘Tis all most of them acquire
But ‘tis all that they desire.
Some seek for more, and with that all
Lost all respect, in one great fall.
will always be my main, I don't care how horrible he is (he's still good as it stands now). I secondary 
