That fucking theme song. It makes me wanna fight somebody.
Sagat was the tallest, meanest, most eye-patched motherfucker around.
We played this on the back porch that one summer before girls were a big deal.
Are there no warriors in Africa?
The soundtrack is once again awesomely 80s.
Instant flashbacks to that ghetto arcade in Huntington Park that used to be the basement of a department store when white people still lived around there.
The trick is to stop thinking about what you’re doing. It becomes about instinct and reflex. The unconscious mind does can work wonders.
Chicks with scars and skimpy leotards are hot.
Sagat’s story is still the best: seek to improve one’s mind and body. Leave petty hatreds behind.
KT: You can vicariously experience the skill and reflexes of the best fighters from around the world. Each individual has his or her own strengths and weaknesses. Strive to be impossibly muscled. Africa doesn’t count.