Mortal — Kombat Armageddon -wii- -pal- -espanol- Dolphin -emulador-

Then, all 61 other fighters turned toward him simultaneously. Their Mii mouths opened wide—wider than any human face should—and in perfect, horrifying unison, they whispered through the tinny laptop speakers:

The framerate tanked to 12. The screen glitched, showing a brief image of Javier’s own room from his laptop’s webcam—which he didn't even know was active. In the camera feed, he saw himself sitting at his desk, mouth agape. And behind him, standing in the shadows of his bedroom, was a Mii. But this one wasn't a face on a character model.

He tried a Fatality input: Down, Up, Left, Left, A, B. Nothing. Then, all 61 other fighters turned toward him simultaneously

It was a three-dimensional figure. Lanky. Limbs too long. And it was reaching for the back of his chair.

Silence.

The announcer’s voice boomed, but it was slowed down, warped into a cavernous groan. "¡MORTAL KOMBAT!"

Javier booted up Dolphin, the emulator’s cold blue interface a familiar sight. He’d mapped his Xbox controller to mimic the Wiimote and Nunchuk—a sin, he knew, for purists. But the original motion controls for Armageddon were a gimmick anyway. A waggle to perform a Fatality? Blasphemy. In the camera feed, he saw himself sitting

"Este no es un juego."