observation revision

Time: Thursday night around 6:00pm

Location: At my house observing subjects A and B for around 10-15 minutes playing Call of duty 4

Subjects A and B sit down to play Call of duty 4 on x-box live. We have two LCD TV's with two x-box 360's set up in a small room. The room has light peach walls with white carpet but it is hardly noticed because the lights are dim. Massive poster maps of the world decorate the walls. There are two computer chairs that the subjects sit on. Subject A is a smaller sized guy wearing gray sweatpants and a Utah sweatshirt. He has very short light brown hair with a scruffy beard. Subject B is large in size and height. B is clothed in red gym shorts and a white t-shirt. He has very long bushy dark brown sideburns and is wearing a blue wool beanie. Both subjects are Caucasian and both have controllers in hand.

The game starts and subject B asks subject A "what gun is good for this level." "The shotgun will tear it up, just use flash bang grenades" says A. The game is a first person shooter where all you can see is "your hands" holding a gun. The mission is to kill more enemies then the amount of times you are killed. The subjects run around in a war zone atmosphere trying to kill the other team. As I watch subject A's face his expression changes constantly. His eyes widen and he bites his lower lip. Subject A has a firm grasp on the controller and his thumbs are moving with amazing speed hitting the buttons. They both are leaning forward at the very edge of their chairs and are close to the screens. "Damn," says A as he leans back quick to relax his posture after he is killed in the game. Subject A leans forward again bites down on his lip and lowers his eyebrows. His eyes stay peeled open and he doesn't blink until he is killed. As I start watching subject B he has a smile unlike A. B turns to A and says while chuckling "The shotgun is so tight." A doesn't reply and is still rapidly firing buttons. Subject B grabs some baked lays shuvs them into his smiling mouth. He wipes his hand vigorously on his jeans and grasps the controller. The chips crunch loudly over the war zone sounds of bombs going off and guns firing constantly in the background. Both subjects lean back in their chairs as the noise comes to silence and the game ends.