While you'll free-run the length and breadth of Harran, finding the right nooks and crannies to exploit in order to get to exactly where you need to be ensure that your gray cells will be taxed a little more than most other games that feature free-running. Be it wallruns or jumping over hordes of undead as you scurry towards a safe zone, traversal in Dying Light is a thing of beauty.įurthermore, it doesn't feel oversimplified thanks to canny level design. And with the click of an analogue stick, you'll find yourself sprinting through the city without a care. Window sills? Craggy rocks? Telephone poles? Almost everything in Dying Light is climbable. In our interview with the game's producer, Tymon Smetkala, he mentioned that you could "climb anywhere" and he wasn't wrong. Thankfully you're blessed with parkour skills that make traversal anything but a pain. Most of game has you scurrying across a city peppered with the infected. Not entirely necessary given how strong some of the game's mechanics are, but a welcome addition nonetheless. The narrative is solid and does a good job of keeping you hooked. Without spoiling much, you'll find yourself embroiled in the day to day struggles of its survivors and factions as you seek to complete your job - like hunting down old movies from a derelict video store, one of the game's many side-quests.
You're Kyle Crane, an operative charged with eliminating a local political figure in the city of Harran that's overrun with the undead. Welcome to the wonderfully bizarre world of Dying Light. It created a chain reaction leading us to respawn and try again. Only to find our gibs splattered over the pavement.Įvidently that hissing sound we heard a few seconds ago was from the oxygen tank on a zombie in a hazmat suit. Shambling in, a molotov cocktail made short work of them, charring their flesh, giving us enough time to traipse over a few of them as we made our exit. If perusing through a dimly-lit, abandoned video store wasn't a thrill in itself, leaving the front door ajar turns out to be the perfect invitation to be attacked by zombies.
In a huge dollop of irony, the film we're looking for is none other than Charly. And instead of being in the safe confines of a bomb shelter, we're at a video store in search for a movie for a mentally challenged man.
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