Prepare your soul, mortal. Or something else. [Mortal Kumbat — Browser Game, works on Android]
"Don't get addicted," she said, handing him the disc.
Reader, he got addicted.
Ten minutes later Mark's not in his apartment anymore — he's standing on some cursed forest arena, face to face with a fighting-game goddess who's got serious "last fight" energy. Ultrasonic scream, dramatic pose, the whole "prepare your soul, mortal" routine.
Mark's plan: apologize for being a fan. Also apologize for the boner. Priorities.
Turns out that's exactly the wrong move to make against someone who's never lost a fight — and exactly the right move to make against someone who's bored of winning.
No Fatality. Fuckality.