“Oh great,” she spits. “A chase section.”

My wife is playing The Last of Us and she isn’t enjoying it, and that seems impossible to me. She sat through the opening section with a blank stare on her face. She keeps remarking on how frustrating the controls are, how much it relies on an existing bank of knowledge about stealth games that she simply doesn’t possess.

“How am I supposed to know where that enemy is looking? How am I supposed to know how to move around them so I don’t alert them? This is assuming too much.” She stumbles through encounter after encounter in the first proper level of the game. When she gets stuck in a firefight, she just sits there and stares at the enemy’s cover, waiting for them to come out.

“You can go around the side to flank them,” I say, hopefully.
“If I do that, he’ll shoot me.”

DRIVE THE MINIVAN

She tries, and she indeed gets shot a bunch of times as she shuffles behind an air vent not quite fast enough. She plays this tense stealth-shooter the same way she does every game – slow, measured, exploratory. She seems hell-bent on going the wrong way, to getting lost and frustrated in relatively simple rooms. She can’t read the signposting in the game. She often ignores instructions that the game gives her, either implicit or direct.

(We stayed up for the midnight launch of Grand Theft Auto IV, and we brought it home and played it that night and there’s a mission fairly early on where a man runs out the back door of a building and into a car and you have to give chase. The vehicle they give you to chase him is a godawful minivan, but it gets the job done. Mary refused to use it. Mary didn’t want to drive it. Mary wanted a better car. Mary would run past it and out onto the intentionally empty road and look for a different car and not get one and fail the mission. She did this three times and I said that maybe stealing the minivan was the way to complete the mission, and she said she didn’t want to drive the minivan and that having to do so was frustrating for her. There was a kind of victory for her in breaking the game with free will.)

“It’s a twin-stick shooter,” she says, putting the controller down. “I’m no good at those.”

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BREAKING LINES OF SIGHT WITH OBJECTS

In part, it’s because I’m watching her. She knows how much it winds me up, and I wish it didn’t, but here we are – my wife is not very good at action games on consoles. She never spent years training to use twin-sticks to navigate a world, because she had a PC growing up, and it shows. She used to play Quake online, and she was pretty good at it. She’s not bad at games – rather, she can’t use the controller as proficiently as games designers expect her to. Watching her struggle isn’t fun. She stops playing.

It’s a revelation for me; I was in love with The Last of Us, taking joy in the way that it built on existing tropes in the stealth-shooter genre. I hadn’t paused to think that I was only enjoying it because I already knew how to play it. That Hitman had taught me how to evade guards. That Farcry 3 had taught me how to navigate a location full of hostile people and kill them without being noticed by throwing objects to act as distractions. That Uncharted 3 had taught me the rhythm of close-combat.

That Gears of War had taught me how to use cover. (Fuck, that Goldeneye had trained me out of circle-strafing and taught me instead to rely on breaking lines of sight with objects, because projectiles stopped being slow-moving fireballs in space and instead became raw damage output moderated by accuracy and line of sight.) That Half-Life 2 had taught me how to navigate broken urban areas without obvious signposting. That countless iron-sights shooters had taught me the optimum strategy for snapping into aim to fire and snapping back out again to move.

UNIVERSAL DEFENSIVE STATE

That’s not all! I’ve been taught which spots of the map enemies might come from. I’ve been taught that modern games rarely say “shut up and listen, this is a tutorial section” and instead spread that section out through the story, expecting you to understand from visual cues that this is a tutorial and you have to do what they say to progress in the game. That you should reload your weapons after every fight. That cover provides invulnerability in a certain direction and can be counteracted by enemies out-manouvering you, that it’s not a universal defensive state. That you should stay mobile.

That red streaks on the screen indicate the direction in which the damage originated. That you must be aware of sides of the battlefield that you can’t necessarily see right now; that you must hold the whole three-dimensional space in your head and make accurate predictions about how it will change based on the behaviour of enemies you have witnessed in similar games.

These are all assumptions. They’re second-nature to me, now.

MISSING OUT

This is the world of action games: an exclusionary one. Developers assume that we are well-read – well-played, maybe – and that we know about a lot of different things; not just “Press B to reload” but more “from the look of your character and the way they move and the amount of bullets we’ve given you and the damage output of your gun, you can assume that stealth is a primary goal and cover-based shooting is a secondary, less-efficient tactic.”

If you’ve not got that literacy in games, you can’t keep up. You have to work out what’s going on while you’re being shot at or having your face bitten off. I imagine that could be pretty frustrating.

Of course, it’s not just a problem with action games – almost every game released today requires some literacy, some awareness of the medium, to play properly. There are vast swathes of games that I’ve never played and never intend to play because I’m simply not literate enough with the genre to appreciate the nuances – sim games, sports games, MOBAs and RTSs. When I play those, I end up somewhere between bored and frustrated. I can appreciate how some of them are great games, but I can’t feel it. They’re not for me. (Mary plays a bit of DOTA; she’s better than me by a long shot.)

I don’t feel like I’m missing out, though, by not playing them. I think I’ve managed to understand the core concepts and that they don’t excite me, and that’s cool. But games like The Last of Us – action games – are our big names, our massively-promoted titles, the things that everyone talks about. To not play those is to miss out on a big part of gaming culture. (And, also, it’s a beautifully-written and acted story, which deserves to be experienced. As Mary said, “I’d love to watch the film without all this gameplay getting in the way.”)

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STUNTMAN

Is there a solution? I don’t know. I’m not even sure if I want one. After all, I’ve played my fair share of action games, and I’m confident enough with the tropes therein that making assumptions of prior knowledge on my part is probably going to make for a better game, as far as I’ll experience it. There’s a market for media suitable for advanced users, of course. But I think we need to remain aware that the more gaming grows as a culture, the more we’ll assume the average player knows, and the wider the gap will grow between the competent and the frustrated.

For now, I’m playing it for her as a stuntman while she watches. I’m not great; I mess up a lot on stealth sections, but I’m learning as I go. She goes on her phone whenever we encounter Clickers, because she doesn’t like them very much. I can’t blame her.

When I recommend that someone plays a game, it’s because I want them to have the same experience I did with it, to love it as much as I did. Even though I want to give her the sensations I’m getting out of it – the frantic shooting, the desperate melee combat, the heart-racing stealth, the frequent swings from power to powerlessness – this will do. Maybe this is the only way I can give that to her.


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5 thoughts on “Assumed Knowledge and The Last of Us

  • Joshua Hood says:

    Fantastic article. I came to the same understanding around a couple of years ago, and I still struggle with it.

    My girlfriend, who is by no means an amateur gamer, but she’s more likely to be playing Pokemon or Layton, or maybe Dungeon Siege, than the big console games I enjoy most. About a year ago, she took an interest in my PS3 and the stuff she saw me playing on it – we started with some LBP and Lego games, playing together mostly. We started playing Black Ops split-screen online. A little while later, with her reasonably adjusted to dual stick controls, I recommended Uncharted – a series I dearly love, and that by the time you get to 2, is in my mind one of the most refined gaming experiences out there.

    But watching her play it was painful. Like you describe, the concepts of snapping in and out of cover, of anticipating enemy formations, of even Uncharted’s basic stealth mechanics, were alien to her. We’d end up arguing because she’d take my hints at where to go (that I could see in the game) as a judgement on how she was playing the game.

    So I went back, back to the early days of this generation, before everything was assumed and games weren’t sternly divided into ‘cinematic and linear’ and ‘a little rough but open’. We played Portal, for the humour and the similarities to the puzzle games she enjoys. Assassin’s Creed for the freedom and the fact it basically teaches you controller layout. Eventually we got to BioShock, still pretty open and not cover based. By BioShock 2, she was loving it and really holding her own. She’s making slow progress through Infinite and even the new Tomb Raider. After much complaining about Uncharted’s controls and movement, she’s interested in The Last of Us.

    I’m not saying she’ll still take that slow approach that BioShock almost encourages, even in something much more action-based. She still struggles from time to time with controller labelling, or getting stuck. But she’s actually enjoying the games that she wanted to try but was too intimidated by. From a designer’s perspective, it’s been an eye opener, and something I think devs should take into consideration – it’s all well and good letting easy mode players see through walls, but maybe you should actually try teaching them how to play your game.

  • Yup, the first third of this article; this is me a couple of years ago. This is me with The Last of Us. After playing Bully and watching Nick play GTA IV I’m learning to accept that you have to do things Rockstar’s way but I still find it annoyingly limiting.

    One section of The Last of Us that really stands out on my memory is an early stealth bit in, I think, a broken skyscraper. There are 5-ish zombies and 2 clickers. I kept trying to go a certain way and it was nearly impossible. I tried another way – nearly impossible. after almost a dozen attempts, Nick suggested I take out this guy and then that one. I have no idea WHY I had to do it that way, nor how he could tell that this zombie wouldn’t notice because it looked to me like I’d still be in his peripheral vision. I did it anyway and I got slightly further this time before again, being spotted.

    By this point I was hating the whole experience. I went FUCK YOU GAME and bulldozed my way into everyone and out of everyone with my last few shotgun rounds and all my shivs.

    Much to my (and Nick’s) surprise, I survived albeit with barely any health. It wasn’t fun. I didn’t feel clever knowing that I’d bypassed the special secret route that the developers had wanted me to do. I felt like I’d broken out of their attempt at manipulation, but at great cost to my own gaming experience.

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