These brown-skinned natives just jump up and down like monkeys.
Such was the case with Shinobido's PS2 version, which bedazzled Tom so thoroughly with its stalky-slash charms that, even though he admitted it felt like a 6, ended up sneaking its way to a 7. Killing with impunity is (cover your eyes, Jack Thompson) bloody good fun, even when the surrounding game is often quite obviously not up to snuff. Progenitors of the stealth genre, despite starring in precious few decent games, there's still something about their mysterious ways that excites - padding across moonlit rooftops, shimmying through windows and taking out guards with a silent neckslice before fading into shadows again. At least, you know, that's what I assume. What's the appeal? Who knows? Maybe it's because the closest most of us ever get to showing dazzling agility while wearing black silk pyjamas is not spraining something while attempting an erotically adventurous manoeuvre on our wedding anniversary. I mean, obviously, they literally get away with murder - that's pretty much their job - but, in gamey terms, their hooded presence has fooled many of us into giving certain series rather more of our affection than they strictly deserved.
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