Oh oh oh oh….yeh…yeh..oh..oh yes

Just some of the noises you could hear coming from the 8 people crammed in close in our living room last night. Obviously, we were playing Mortal Kombat!

I hadn’t played Mortal Kombat since I was pre-pubescent and have only the fondest memories of the ridiculous amount of wanton over the top violence that the game encourages(it even encourages excessive use of exageratory adjectives!*). No really, youtube ‘Mortal Kombat Fatalities’-thats my childhood.

You learn a lot about people playing Mortal Kombat. For a start, while us lads can tell you how to steal your oponents soul, freeze him, ride him like a surfboard or(my own personal favourite) perform a ‘Teleknetic Toss’-its the girlies who have the Killer Instinct. Little sister keypad mashing is so effective that I’m now scared to play Banksy2, or even look her in the eye when the playstation is on-bitch is CrAzY! The Coy jumps about, yelps and is exhausted by the end of every game-nobody wants to beat her for fear that she’ll continue the fight back into the real world!

For all our suave special moves and piss-take commentry, I’ve never been so firmly put in my place. AAF and I were playing this morning, the Coy came over, we both ‘got bored and wanted to do something else’ within 30 seconds-its really embarrassing.

*that’d be ’describing words’