This is doing numbers folks!! I won't stand for Legend of Zelda a Link to the Past bashing!!!!
Sir,
It is with the gravest astonishment and a righteous indignation that rises like the steam from a thousand boiled kettles that I address you this day. You have, it seems, seen fit to cast aspersions upon that most noble and wondrous creation known to the civilised world as The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past declaring it, “doesn't live up to the hype” and even "doubting that it's a good game at all"
Upon my word, sir! Have you no eyes for beauty? No heart for wonder? No capacity to recognise genius when it is presented to you in sixteen glorious bits?
Consider the lad Link, silent, steadfast, and possessed of a noble courage. He ventures forth not for gold nor glory, but because a princess calls and a kingdom is in peril. His quest carries him through sunlit fields and into the very mirror of darkness itself, where the world is twisted and every step demands wit, patience, and moral fibre. The dungeons he explores are no mere collections of rooms and keys; they are trials of the soul, puzzles that would tax the intellect of the most learned scholar and the perseverance of the most dogged labourer.
And the music! Oh, the music, sir! Those strains composed by the hand of Mr. Kondo swell and soar with a power to move the sternest breast to tears or triumph. They linger in the memory long after the console is darkened, as haunting and perfect as any melody, 16 bit or otherwise..
This game, released upon the Super Nintendo in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and ninety-one (or ninety-two in these American colonies), did not merely entertain. It elevated the very form. It showed what stories told through buttons and pixels could become rich, layered, unforgettable. It has been loved, studied, and emulated by generations, yet remains, in its original form, unsurpassed in its purity of design and depth of feeling.
To call it anything less than great is not merely an error of taste; it is a failure of imagination. It is to stand before a cathedral and complain that the windows are too colourful.
In this household, we do not tolerate the besmirching of this game.
We defend its honour with the same unyielding spirit with which Link draws the Master Sword. Should you persist in your unfortunate opinion, sir, I can only recommend that you sit down at once with a proper controller in hand, a cup of strong tea at your elbow, and try again to give the matter the serious and undivided attention it deserves.