Nostalgia: Ultimate Mortal Kombat 3

Picture it, suburban town outside D.C, summer 1996, me and my cousin, Niko, beating the heat of the summer by playing Mortal Kombat Trilogy on the Super Nintendo. It was his game so I was usually on the receiving end of a major butt whipping. I was so fansinated of all the violence, new characters and moves that I really didn't care about getting beat so badly. This was in the time before the internet so it was very hard to get and memorize everything, special moves, combos, fatalities, friendships, animalities, etc. Those were some good days, carefree living, caught up in playing the game for hours and hours, trying to beat Motaro and Shao Khan. Getting little pieces of the story where ever we could.

Come to the present, I challenged my baby sister, 10, to play me in some Ultimate Mortal Kombat (the downloadable equivalent of MK Trilogy for 360). It was fun to get back into it. I had to refrain a lot from going into one of those 'I remember when this game came out' rants. I beat her pretty mercilessly (if you old enough to play, you are old enough for me not to show mercy). I decided to continue on after she went to bed and got all the way to the sub-boss, Motaro. Dammit if that beast wasn't cheating. While playing I was taken back some 14 yrs ago and remember me and Niko getting upset, frustrated, and even sometimes crying, because this beast and the fight afterwards were so HARD!!! I knew I wasn't going to cry tonight but it was a surreal feeling that rushed over me as the game was still the same after all those years.

I mean really, how can you beat this thing?!?!