![]() ![]() Death is always in the air, not just because the infected have overrun the city's two sizable explorable areas, but because the survivors are so weary, so close to defeat. But you are meant to be fearful and cautious, and you are meant to empathize with the survivors working so hard just to stay alive, let alone thrive.Īs a covert operative sent to the city of Harran to recover a secret file, you find yourself in over your head, playing triple agent as you run errands for the city's two primary factions while radioing information to your agency's head honcho. ![]() There are light touches here and there: you stumble upon The Bites Motel, for instance, and magazine covers and other details offer plenty of sight gags. ![]() The first difference to become clear is in tone: where Dead Island's story was difficult to take seriously, Dying Light sets the stage for a dark drama with a city overrun with infected victims, and a desperate populace anxious for hospice and aid. Dying Light spawns from the same pile of mutated freaks as Dead Island, but it establishes its separate identity early on. You understand developer Techland's inconsistencies, and you are prepared to disregard the chaff so that you may reap the grain. If you count yourself among the Dead Island fandom, your expectations are already set. Now Playing: Dying Light Video Review Fight or flee? It's a decision as old as humanity itself. The harder you try to direct the action, the weaker you become.īy clicking 'enter', you agree to GameSpot's And I hate these moments most because your systems are strong enough to let the open-world gameplay do the heavy lifting. I hate that sequence when you made me leap from one pole to another, because you made it hard to get a good look at my surroundings, and your button prompts are hardly generous. I hate you for that time you filled the screen with so much haze and bloom during a boss fight that I couldn't see properly. I hate you for the gunners that ambushed me as I swam underwater, because there was no way to know how to react until I emerged and discovered that I wasn't meant to peek my head out-not yet. I love looking over my shoulder as I run through the darkness, only to see a crowd of undead sprinting towards me, growling hideously and baring their ghastly teeth.īut oh, Dying Light, how you irritate me. I love how I can dropkick a zombie and watch its flailing body knock over others like a fleshy bowling ball. I love the way you let me leap across rooftops and climb tall towers like an acrobat with endless supplies of energy. ![]()
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