Blood on the Dance Floor “Why are these people not killing each other?” Shao Khan gawked at the sight before him. The Great Hall of his imperial palace had been converted to a ballroom. Techno music boomed and echoed off the walls, professionally DJ’d by one of Khan’s nameless slaves. More slaves helped serve catered refreshments. Worst of all, every Kombatant was there.More Like This
And they were dancing with each other.
“Shang Tsung, what is the meaning of this affront to gods and man?” asked Shao Khan.
“My lord, it was a special request from the Earthrealm warrior, Johnny Cage. The rules of the Mortal Kombat tournament allow each realm a last request. Before anyone could speak, Cage got up and demanded this thing he calls ‘Prom.’”
Shao Kahn continued gawking.
“So, pretty cool, ain’t it?” Joh