Kids today don't know what a video game arcade was.
This June will have been 15 years since I graduated from high school.
The first time I saw Mortal Kombat was in the video arcade at the Swap Shop Flea Market in Fort Lauderdale. I distinctly remember because I heard the machine yell "get over here" and this was in an era where games were just starting to seriously switch over to digitized voice and music from the beeps and pings of the Pong years. A ton of kids were crowded around the machine and instantly you became aware of two things this game had that others didn't: 1) It had video images of real people, which was huge and 2) It had blood. Buckets of it. One punch would unleash a geyser of the red stuff.
So of course it was like manna to a teenaged boy. The game cost a whopping $0.50 to play, but it was soooooo worth it.
And now they don't even know what an arcade is. Lord.