As it turned out, I did die. Seventeen times.
But as old Grandpappy Grant used to say, “the eighteenth time’s the charm.” And so, after enduring thirty-four rounds of bone-shattering, face-pulping defeat, I finally vanquished Shao Kahn’s evil once and for all. Miraculously, both my controller and my sanity were intact. But it was close for a while there, on both counts.