I may as well have been born with a symbiotic joystick or controller attached to my body, preferably my hand. The feeling of holding and using a controller, of any kind, in my hands is as natural and involuntary to me as using my lungs to breathe. It is an extension of myself. 

I fire up Mount and Blade first. I watched the intro and then looked at my character as I suddenly realise that my symbiotic umbilical cord had been severed. I was bewildered.

"How on Earth am I meant to control my avatar with 114 keys and no thumbstick?"

My console centric brain started to panic. Here I was, as season professional actually wanting to play a game, as opposed to someone who doesn't normally dabble into this form of entertainment, and I felt lost and completely disconnected from my avatar on the screen. 

I quickly went for the four arrow buttons which ended up doing nothing. After some menu probing I discovered that the movement was controlled with the more ergonomic W,A,S,D keys plus the mouse. 

"Ok, sorted now."

But, I was wrong. I was meant to be some bad ass character who could decapitate his foe with a single calculated swing of his sword. However due to my unfamiliarity to controlling my directional plains by pressing various combinations of WASD and simultaneously using the mouse to pitch the angle of my head and subsequently my aim it would take my characters hours of "leveling up" to reach the special lethal ability which would strike fear into the hearts of my foe known as WALKING, within a three dimensional virtual plain. 

I now understand how non gaming people feel when I politely force what might as well be an alien neuro fuzzifier device in their hands and get them to try a game that I know they will love and they just cannot even get past the first obstacle, corner, enemy, puzzle, etc. 

If only they knew that a tiny bit of patience to learn opens the door to a beautifully crafted world where people's imagination and creativity are realised and everything is possible.