So I was minding my business, eating my curds and whey when all of a sudden I run into a gentlemen in player matches with a Sonya icon. Having known someone with a similar name in real life (Sony) I decide to accept his challenge even though the displayed stats insinuate that he is not exactly REO. The poor masochist chooses Kitana and I choose the one true Empress. After Kitana loses (#what else is new #Shitana #Laosboyz) he chooses Sonya. It is at this moment that I realize that what I hear is not in fact the voices in my head and are instead the static riddled conversation of a man and his son. His son sounds young. Like really young. Anyhoo, I pay no mind to the complex and philosophical musings in word form that is typical of a middle age-toddler conversation. But then I realize the child is commentating on what is actually going on in the match we are playing.
Now, I'm old skool. Back in my day Tom and Jerry was the norm, and we were more worried about cooties and tree houses than we were about the latest gadgets and iPhones of the privileged youths of today like
@EMPR_MURK . Hell most people here were kids themselves when they first played MK. By today's standards Tom and Jerry is considered gratuitously violent, and some children have unfortunately replicated to lethal effects the things that they have seen on TV. But that's not to say that such a blanket statement is prevalent in all cases. Not all children are the same. Hell some kids are even more cool with violence than some adults. With that said, I felt strangely uneasy whenever I landed Mileena's b21 1+4 dude to how painful, bloody and visceral it now seemed knowing the kid was watching, not to mention the X-rays. So I started altering my combos, and ending each match with a grab. The matches were close due to me being a good guy Ricky and sandbagging. But this is the real world, and so I wouldn't actually let him win. I don't run a charity organization. After match 5 the hispanic American (I assume this due to him sounding like DEA agent Steven Gomes from Breaking Bad) was hype and happy by how close he thought he was getting the matches to go with his Sonya then proclaimed that we should play one more match. I should mention that I was talking to this individual albeit indirectly. You see I realized a few days ago that I actually make a very good D'Vorah and Mileena impression IRL and so was canonizing the battle as it went along. His son was cheering him on, and asking questions like 'why does she do that?' whenever I rolled or 'are they bad sisters daddy?' or 'is she dead?' during Sonya's X-ray. Since it was the last match, I decided to give them a show. I again allowed the match to be very close, but this time let Steven Gomes win. As a fellow father, I can sympathize with wanting to look like a hero in front of your little guy, so I lost and heard the both of them roar with joy as the little man's dad finally took a match when it counted. Excited, Mr. Gomes asked if I could add him as a friend.We exchanged goodbyes and dispersed.
Everything was fine. Until my alter egos started quarreling.
-You should have said something about his kid watching. How could you condone this?!
-The fuck is wrong with you?! You should have gone all out and hit him for 45% into a mix up then teabag that fool and fatality.
-You should have screamed obscenities into the mic and proclaim "You gon learn today'' before switching to Sub Zero and showing his son that the corner is a very harsh place
-Add him and give him more shows. Perhaps you can teach him one day to not be a scrubcicle.
All in all, I do not know if I handled that situation in the most Lin Kuei of ways. As a man who does not typically make mistakes, I have been having doubts.
There is still time to make this right. But I wonder if there's even a wrong to right...
you need to monitor your children if they have issues with gore. If they can handle it well, then go ahead. But don't just throw them into the middle of a massacre and expect them to be unscathed xD
