With my thumb on the left analog stick, I find myself creeping like a stealth master along the ground. At any given moment, I'm poised to push that analog stick up and Spike makes the awkward motion of getting up as any normal person would getting up from the ground. It's anything less than graceful, honestly.
With my thumb on the right stick and my Time Net already equipped, I move to strike.
The Art of Stealth is lost on me for there's only so much you can do to catch a cool as hell shade-wearing, AK-47 gun-toting monkey.
