It's true. Like most kids this generation, I've become desensitized to most things gory and morally deviant thanks to the internet. Lately I've been playing the bejeezuz out of the new Mortal Kombat. Unable to figure them out myself, I finally caved a few days ago and looked up the babality codes...ahem, kodes. So after about a two week binge of decapitations, spine removals and crotch shots courtesy of Johnny Cage, I finally feel something.

I don't know what it is about the babalities, but all but a select few make me really upset. I don't mind tossing an adult fighter off the side of a bridge to be impaled by spikes below, but when I see the baby versions of these fighters get hurt and start to bawl, I can't help but feel guilty, even if they were kicking my teeth in two seconds before that. Maybe that's just my nature, but I can't bring myself to hurt anything that can't or won't hurt me, babies included.