Let me be upfront: I've never been a horror game person. The scariest thing I've tackled is Resident Evil Village, and even then, I spent half the game psyching myself up for the next encounter. So when I booted up Dying Light: The Beast on my Xbox Series X, I expected to tap out after an hour or two of white-knuckle terror.
Twenty hours later, I'm still here, and I'm shocked to say this standalone sequel has completely won me over. What makes this even more surprising is that survival games have never really been my thing either. I've tried getting into titles like Atomfall, but the constant stress and laggy mechanics always pushed me away.
