Dying Light Is an Asthma Simulator

DyingLight-ArtMost of my friends don’t know about my asthma. It’s never been something that I complain about, and it hasn’t been particularly restricting to my athletic abilities. That probably has something to do with the fact that I play more video games than basketball, but my point stands.

Even though my brand of asthma has never left me in a wheezing puddle on the soccer field, it’s something that’s with me all the time, advising the kinds of decisions that I make. It’s a little voice in the back of my head that encourages me to take the elevator or avoid the outdoors during allergy season. Some people might call this laziness; I call it asthma.

Throughout my entire life, video games have been an asthma-free zone. That little voice never bothered me when I was playing Counter-Strike or World of Warcraft, and it’s always nice to be alone inside of my head. But over the past few days, all of that has changed.

DyingLight4I’m not sure what it is about Dying Light’s stamina mechanic, but my inner asthmatic won’t shut up while I play. “Don’t try to kill that zombie, dude. Your stamina will run out before you’ve put him down. Then you’ll be helpless.” Or he’ll say “Are you sure you can make it through that crowd of zombies before getting winded? Remember, you’re not out of the woods once you pass them. You’ll still have to climb up that rickety ladder.”

In a lot of ways, Dying Light is one of the most realistic games I’ve ever played. Sure, it includes a horde of reanimated corpses, which is probably a deviation from reality. But I’ve never played a game that allows me to flex a real-world skill set with such frequency. In Dying Light, asthmatics rule the roost.

Unfortunately, every time I exercise these powers (yes, I just used the word exercise), I realize that I would be one of the first to die in a real-world zombie apocalypse. Even though I could probably outrun a corpse, I’ll never have the stamina to maintain an ongoing battle. And, at some point, I’d find myself surrounded by a handful of zombies while that little voice in the back of my head won’t stop screaming.