Funnily enough, Mortal Kombat is the game that most reminds me of my mom. Like any loving mom, Mrs. Veloria cared deeply about what media was seen by her children’s eyes and absorbed into their brains. So, when I think back to my days of playing Mortal Kombat at the age of seven, ripping spines out of torsos, and upper-cutting my victims into a spikey pit, my mom’s reaction to that gruesome game sticks in my mind.
She watched me perform a fatality and said, “What are you playing?,” paused , then just walked away. To this day, I’m still not sure if she approved or disapproved of where my gaming hobbies had taken me, but, hey, I turned out OK, right?