I have fond memories of the original Mortal Kombat
. I was a bit too young for the arcade but that didn’t stop the youngest of my father’s brothers and my oldest cousins from bringing around the cartridge. To me, Mortal Kombat
was the game that my uncle schooled me in with that code that turned blood on. My father found the gory combat a bit… much. That didn’t stop me from hitting ABACABB when he wasn’t around.
My attachment to the franchise only grew stronger as I grew older. While I didn’t own the second or third installment, my friends did. I’d spend the night with others just to use their SNES. They’d suggest going out and playing tag and I would carefully explain why we should instead play games inside. Sub-Zero and Stryker were my weapons of choice.
Some folks lump those who play fighting games into one solid group when, in reality, there are many different camps involved. For example, we weren’t Street Fighter
kids; we were Mortal Kombat
kids. Somehow, this divide still seems to continue despite all rhyme or reason. I haven’t played Street Fighter
for any length of time since my Sega Genesis saw regular play.
So you can imagine the kind of nostalgic baggage I bring to the table when I say that I have mixed feelings about the latest installment of Mortal Kombat