City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in mortal kombat 3d. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with mortal kombat 3d,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“mortal kombat 3d, mortal kombat 3d, mortal kombat 3d!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “mortal kombat 3d” down on the streets fifty stories below.