There are certain moments in life that don’t just make an impression—they leave a scar. And for anyone who walked into an arcade in the early ’90s, seeing Mortal Kombat for the first time was less about playing a game and more about realizing the world had changed overnight. It was like when Bob Dylan went electric or when someone played Nevermind on repeat and said, “You have to listen to this.” There was a palpable shift, and it smelled like stale nachos and quarters that had been in circulation since 1972.
