I have come to realize the only moral of Sm4sh is that those characters who have little should have even less, and that all those who care should surrender their dignity and pleasure to whims of faulty game design. Link isn't great, therefore he shouldn't be played. Link players lose often; therefore the character should be further nerfed. They work hard; therefore everyone who was worthy of him should drop him like dead weight. They make progress; therefore they should switch to better characters, and reject anyone who stays with him
on his own boards.
I have not the patience to stay around here and see this place become a conglomeration of ignorant newbies and veterans who have long moved on. Let Link be the last character you ever used with any pleasure to yourself, @
Catana
, that didn't involve the superficial whimsy of 'winning'. Maybe soon your final hopes of placing will be blighted, and you will find no pleasure in anything --
For my part my life here started with new hope for Link, but I have lived, sadly, to see the end of it. Some were smart and foresaw that result. My sun arose with the first rays of new hopes, and I am sad to see it set. Now your hopes have fallen with mine, and I won't see this place degenerate, instead of seeing it being burned to the ground -- the only proper thing. But remember, you can throw mothers with their infants into the flame, and yet Shakespeare reaches greater pathos with the fall of a handkerchief. I think a single character switch can be enough to destroy morale in that same way.
The happy main, the joyous play
Using Link without a sigh;
He who would al
ways portray
Where Link’s powers lie –
He who mastered Link’s fine arts
He who endured all the pains
We cannot call back a thousandth part
Of what his Link contains.
Even in his sweetest hour
I fear he shan’t pick Link
We’ll find that magic thrill no more
Which I restored with ink.
The greatest move, the fairest fair,
The very deepest scar
Have left along Link’s finest nair
To go with that vile char.
The joy is fled, the hate is cold,
And Link’s fine splendours too
Are gone, they’re of days old
And all we knew’s untrue.
Shin, it seems, has long gone mad,
And Costlow’s now a fine, proud dad.
Yet we are nevermore all glad –
Without you all is dead and sad
Without you all seems very bad.
Please, oh please, please come back.
We loved you all, you crazy whack.
That was the last poem I wrote for him, but who gives a **** about that "boring crap" eh?
"Here sleeps the hopes of one whose glowing birth
Was found too warm for this unfeeling earth
That frownd and withered every stem
Hides here with buds as warm as them."