Have you ever tried to teach a non-gamer to play a game? How did it go? Do you get frustrated and impatient? Did they? Was it console or PC? Was the non-gamer male or female? Do they game now?
I remember teaching my roommate how to play Halo in co-op on the Xbox, and we both had a blast. Sometimes literally:
"You threw a grenade at the back of my head!"
"I wanted to see what the button would do.."
"It throws grenades--"
"Yeah, I figured that out"
"--AT MY HEAD!"
"Sorry."
"Would you like me to show you what this button does?"
"No, I don't think so."
"It punches people in the head." *melee attack*
"Hey!"
"So don't do that at the back of my head either."
It should be noted that we were both laughing out asses off the time. I don't know that I would call her a gamer now, but when I moved out, she bought her own Xbox, mostly for racing games. Since I was teaching her, I wasn't focused on level objectives at all. If the fighting got a little busy, I'd run around and knock the enemy back a bit so she could get used to aiming, running, looking, bashing--no! not jump up and down! Bash! (Big controller, small hands, sometimes I hit the B-button, some times I didn't.) I let her just poke around looking at things in the level, too, which was kind of a thing with her, since her only other gaming experience was Myst, and lots of it, years ago. And we quit when she got tired of it, rather than pressing through to the end of the level. We did some pass-the-controller, over-the-shoulder "co-op" in single-player games like Fable, too, and I would come home and find her playing it on her own.
I remember teaching my roommate how to play Halo in co-op on the Xbox, and we both had a blast. Sometimes literally:
"You threw a grenade at the back of my head!"
"I wanted to see what the button would do.."
"It throws grenades--"
"Yeah, I figured that out"
"--AT MY HEAD!"
"Sorry."
"Would you like me to show you what this button does?"
"No, I don't think so."
"It punches people in the head." *melee attack*
"Hey!"
"So don't do that at the back of my head either."
It should be noted that we were both laughing out asses off the time. I don't know that I would call her a gamer now, but when I moved out, she bought her own Xbox, mostly for racing games. Since I was teaching her, I wasn't focused on level objectives at all. If the fighting got a little busy, I'd run around and knock the enemy back a bit so she could get used to aiming, running, looking, bashing--no! not jump up and down! Bash! (Big controller, small hands, sometimes I hit the B-button, some times I didn't.) I let her just poke around looking at things in the level, too, which was kind of a thing with her, since her only other gaming experience was Myst, and lots of it, years ago. And we quit when she got tired of it, rather than pressing through to the end of the level. We did some pass-the-controller, over-the-shoulder "co-op" in single-player games like Fable, too, and I would come home and find her playing it on her own.