Around the time I started gaming in the NES era as a kid, my mom, while knowledgable enough to know the difference between a "Nintendo" and a "Genesis" since alot of older folk back then called EVERY game console a Nintendo back then, knew enough to make sure to cop whatever games for my console (NES/SNES) but wasn't too up on what I was playing, which in retrospect wasn't anything bad or violent. Zelda, RBI Baseball, Metroid, Contra, all that shyt, she just bought and went on her way.
The Snes came out and while me and my uncle (My first two consoles were in his room, which also gave me access to his VHS porn stash.

) stayed playing shyt like Street Fighter and Samurai Showdown and what's not, my Mom's first concern about violent videogames got raised when I asked her to cop MK1. Now while the box art wasn't nothing but the dragon on the front, she saw me and my friends playing it one day, someone pulled off a fatality and while we all like


"oooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" I look up, she in the doorway like
:AU_Snoop:"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She ain't kick up too much of a fuss about the shyts, outside of some half assed talk she had about how I shouldn't be playing a game where the objective is to rip someone's head off in a fight or some shyt, but I just let it (hype) cool down and continued playing.
I think the last major front she had on this was when I asked her to cop MK2 and the box looked like this.
She watching me like

"You see the age limit on this, right? I bet you they got guns and people getting stabbed in this one. I ain't know if you should get it." despite already paying for the shyts and having it in the fukking house.

I remember going ape shyt but calmed down when she said that she'd ask my "Father" about it, but my Dad's a fukking idiot and I know his answer would be like "He don't need to be playing no videogames, he needs to be in his 'book'." so I just let that shyt die until my uncle picked it up and I played it down by him.
I started buying my own consoles/games with my own money from hustling/saving lunch money/grocery store change so she ain't really had a say in what I played and never really kept up with it enough to censor shyt like she tried to do with music (Straight up jacked a breh's Crucial Conflict cassette!

" but by then I already had my own tv and played my shyts away from her (Grandparent's house) so it was whatever, especially since I never got into any sort of serious trouble outside of regular ol kid mischief.
She grew a bit concerned when she saw GTA 3 in action for the first time 'cause my idiot little brother kept running out into the streets to start fist fights, gather everyone up in a corner and just ruin 'em all with a bat and when he'd get all the bodies on the floor, he'd just stay holding down the punch button and all the bodies would be jumping with the pixelated boxy blood spilling and he'd be laughing his ass off. But then again he was 6

Had to tilt the system when he tried to pick up a hooker and show her that shyt.
