When Mortal Kombat first came out, the arcade nearest my house was nearby, but too far for a couple of pre-teens like us. We went once, and when our parents found out, we were forbidden to go back, but our blood lust needed sating! My buddy and I lied to our parents saying we were going to a mutual friend's house and biked up to the arcade. After about an hour, last quarters spent, we went outside to where we'd left our bikes, and mine was gone. Stolen. I immediately came up with the plan to say my bike had been stolen from our friend's house we'd said we'd been at, and was completely confident it'd work. The moment I got got home and saw my mom, she must have used some weird parental mind control because before I could cough up the lie, the truth was already coming out of my mouth. Truth and tears. I got grounded, and it was weeks before my parents replaced my bike; I was the walking-est 12-year-old in the neighborhood for nigh a month. Little do my parents know I was walking to the arcade to play Mortal Kombat. Fuck it, I had nothing to lose anymore!