Ah, the original Zelda—where it all started. You wake up in this little pixelated world with nothing but a wooden sword, and suddenly you're dodging Octoroks and burning bushes to find secrets. The dungeons are brutal if you go in unprepared, but stumbling on a new item like the boomerang or bow feels so good. No hand-holding, no quest markers—just you, a cryptic old man in a cave, and a whole lot of "wait, where was that hidden door again?"

It’s crazy how much personality they packed into those tiny sprites. Ganon’s laugh still creeps me out a little. And that overworld theme? Instant nostalgia.