The blood of the North runs through my veins, I shall survive the Snowpocalypse and mourn you all over a can of beans, then fart to your beloved memories.
(For the sake of putting it to rest, that's like comparing a pizza to a burger. They're both in the same category of "holy shit this is some sick ass food" but they're different and should not be compared.)
Edit: Instead, you should be comparing their similar inability to talk to the girls that want to bone them. Just like pizza and burgers, in fact.
I don't know what game you're playing (the Phillips CD-I games?), but Link doesn't talk at all. At most, he'll let you know when he's falling off a cliff by going "AADJKDLLDKDMDJPLDM"
Oh yeah, i meant, girls talk to link. And no, the CD-i sucks.
But girls seem to talk to link (often showing signs of love interaction) and link does like it is a everyday deal! He must've got a lot of hoes, really!
i want to turn that around a little bit. but to be honest, i know enough girls. it is the whole reason i am staying inside, else i hear giggling in my ears.....
The problem for me is not the giggling, it's that I'm forgetting how to guy. I've only had like three male friends over the past 4 years and DOZENS of female friends. I need that male bonding, that vulgar discussion about ass and tools and how to make stuff and video games and whatnot.