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  1. Midas post-nerf? Little buff pls?

    I’m so used to the nerfs at this point. I still find Midas to be a solid captain. I’ve used him exclusively since the nerf myself. The ONLY thing I think needs to be changed is his legendary. It’s garbage. I understand that he was given a garbage legendary when he was super OP, but now he’s (in many people’s opinion) a below average captain, he should have a decent legendary. The name is thematic but the ability doesn’t really fit the name. His “great work” is to snare some people IF he scores? The GOAL is the magnum opus? And people watching it are... down 1 Def and move a lil less because why? SBrisket kind of already has that going for her thematically. One idea for a legendary would be for him to be able to turn burden tokens into “Blind” until end of turn. He’s still spending influence, it hits on a 3 so, it’s hardly a statistical guarantee on anything barring a charge or low Def model. It’s thematic and, I don’t think it’s too OP. I find it more interesting than mass snare, at the very least. theres lots of more thematic and interesting legendaries imo
  2. How do i play Midas well?

    I have been using Midas exclusively since his nerf and I have had quite a bit of success with him. He's still way too much of a threat to leave alone. If he gets the ball, he basically still scores. He's still excellent at generating MOM as well. I tend to use him more as a tarpit-MOM farm and then, when I see an opportunity, have him run and get a ball and score. People will tend to invest way too much in trying to stop Midas, so, even if he's not involved directly in the action, he's still doing his job, being too glorious to ignore.
  3. Talk to me about dat ass

    I think Bushel is a competent striker, especially with Grange around. I don’t think Farmers are really a striking team anyway. They are likely winning 4-1, 2-2 or 6-0, barring some fortuitous goal opportunities. (Which, I think Buckwheat can help create) And, as an Alchemist, I feel like playing the condition game against farmers is a futile endeavor with or without peck because of how well they generate mom and can heal.
  4. Talk to me about dat ass

    So, farmer’s MASCOT, has 1 less wound, TAC, and DEF, (basically) the same or 1 less INF, a MOMENTUS 3DMG playbook, 1” more goal threat (that requires arguably EASIER set up), a KD on 1and a 4” push compared to the Alchemists’ PRIMARY STRIKER. Thats without other potential farmer buffs. Alchemists DO have good mascots, but man, I’m sure there’s some teams that wish they had dat ass as a normal TEAM MEMBER, much less a Mascot. I can’t see a world in which Peck is chosen, tbh. Maybe against Fungineers?
  5. Four more Minor Guilds cryptically announced...

    It makes sense to me. Have a team for show while financing a major more successful guild.
  6. Four more Minor Guilds cryptically announced...

    That would be.... glorious.
  7. The competitive 10

    I’ve had crucible be my MVP in a few games. The problem is she doesn’t do any one thing well, but she doesn’t have any weaknesses either (outside of the general Alchemist squishiness) her dmg is good for a non beater, her kicking game is solid, she’s fast, her condition game is versatile and she can get 5 def and her playbook is good for MOM generation. Not to mention how frustrating her Covalence aura is. She can be a threat without even giving her influence. I always tend to bring her against Fungineers or if I need a high Def team. She just really requires a lot of thought when positioning and handing out influence, though and needs to be protected on the field. I would take Mist over Venin, though. To ME, I would only bring Venin if I was going full condition game and needed a bleed bot. Mist is just generally better, but works great with Midas.
  8. 3 Goal Team

    I just won a 3 goal game with Midas, Vitriol, Mist, Naja, Compound and Crucible. Got two goals from Mist and one from Crucible, who I feel is a bit underrated. Though, my opponent has a long history of absolutely hating Midas, so he did get a bit bloodlust-y and killed Midas instead of trying to stop me from scoring. Vitriol also had to sacrifice herself, but I found the team to be pretty good as a scoring team. Ended up winning 12-2.
  9. Harry the Hat!

    Not really interested in having Harry with the Alchemists. I think Fangtooth would have been a better choice. Even if he’s “tailored for” Alchemists, there’s plenty he competes with unless he’s completely redone. If I had an idea of what might be there, then maybe I’d be a bit more excited.
  10. Scout Report

    I don't think they are necessarily engineers.
  11. Scout Report

    Definitely Mechanica, I think.
  12. Scout Report

    Hunters is what I'd say.
  13. Vitriol got nerfed too much?

    I think taking away hidden damage, replacing cover of darkness with I've been burned before would have been fine. Even removing the momentum off her damage would have been acceptable. Dropping her to 10 wounds is just kind of a kick in the face.
  14. My mouth widened so much that it strained my lips painfully. That’s just how bored I had been. The game was nearly over and I hadn’t even sniffed the ball once. I was beginning to think no one here was going to give me the chance to show off my skills! I was contemplating napping when I saw the other team go for a pass near my position. No, wasn’t a pass! They were trying to catch me off guard and take me out! Kh-dnk! Tiny, white dots of light danced in my eyes when the ball smacked against my head and I stood there with a dumb look on my face as the ball dribbled to a stop right by me. The laughter that rolled through the other rookies in the scrimmage was not lost on me, even if my only response was a goofy, dazed grin, as though surviving the punt was a win all by itself. The angry voice that ripped through the guffaws pulled me to my senses. “GET THE BALL!” The call came from a tall, athletic man looking to impress the Fishermen. “LOOK OUT!” Another teammate cried. My head turned in slow motion as the other team was advancing to recover the ball. “No, wait!” I flailed and quickly hopped over the ball to protect it, just as a tough looking man stomped down on my foot. My shriek was, admittedly, rather high pitched and elicited another round of chortles from my compatriots. Even the dastardly toe crusher paused to grunt an approximation of a laugh. “Eheheh…” I laughed nervously myself and jutted forward. The man quickly went back to trying to retrieve the ball but now our legs were hopelessly tangled. We both dropped to the ground and rather hurtful epithets spilled from the man’s mouth. I unfurled our legs and as I hopped up, I may have accidentally put my foot down on the poor bastard’s- Ahem Let’s just say his shriek of pain matched my earlier yelp in pitch... I had far more important things to worry about as another opponent was advancing from behind to try and catch me! My legs pumped frantically and I put a hand on my head to keep my cap from flying off. I kept my eye on him, making sure he was losing ground. “Go! Away!” I tried to wave my pursuer off when I suddenly felt something under my foot. I was no longer touching the ground but instead I was trying hard not to topple end over end as I balanced on top of the rolling ball. "I can do this! I can do this!” I muttered to myself as my stumbling feet found their rhythm. I looked up and smiled proudly, as if I had just scored a goal. More laughter. More derisive calls. “Buffoon!” “Rube!” I’m doing my best! My embarrassing run came to a sudden and rather soft halt as I crashed into a tall, buxom woman on the other team who had positioned herself to intercept me as I flailed about. My hands came up to protest the incoming punishment, but found a rather cushiony brace to help prop myself up straight. Our eyes met and the fury that roiled in hers was matched only by the heat washing over her cheeks. She decided to forgo the slap for a powerful closed fist that knocked me for a loop! I twirled on my feet to the side, mocking a graceful pirouette. I was lucky to still be conscious, but she was not as fortunate. My previous pursuer had caught up with me and sold out for a punishing tackle! The woman’s mighty punch had knocked me clear of the charging bull and the two collided in a violent impact. Both were laid flat! I scrambled to my feet and corralled the ball, dribbling as I marched on. Somehow, I had ended up near the opposing goal with only one man in front of me. A hulking brute wearing a mask and snorting at me. He cracked his knuckles and took a rumbling step in my direction. His mass alone was enough to block the goal and I could feel my trembling knees knocking together. “Sir…” I squawked, a nervous frog in my throat. I dropped to my knees, cowering over the ball and throwing one arm over my head. “If you’re going to beat me up, at least don’t hurt my cap!” I chattered as I set my cap next to me. I got to me knees and shoved the ball towards him with my hand and then grabbed my own collar. “I’ll even save you the effort!” I punched myself in the cheek and once again another roar of laughter came over the field. “It’s the first time I’ve ever seen someone take themselves out of the game!” One of the other players barked. I spat out some blood and began to crawl to the pitch’s edge. The goaltender eyed me until he was satisfied, then turned and gave the ball a good punt. Splort! Chunks flew through the air and I laughed as I watched the gourd I replaced the ball with splatter! When he angrily turned toward me, I was back upright with the biggest grin on my bruised face. I raised my big, jangling cap and revealed the real ball. I tilted my head to the side and the ball dropped. It caught the curl of my boot, slid off and lightly touched the goal with a soft noise. Bap. That was the game and my grin turned into a cackle of laughter. Afterwards, guild scouts approached to appraise us. Only one came my way, his authoritative gaze commanded respect even while wearing a ludicrous motley like mine. An interesting juxtaposition. “You’re a Fool.” He bellowed. “I hope to be, sir!” I grinned. “Though, I don’t think I could ever compete with the likes of them.” I said as I motioned to the others.
  15. Forum Challenge - The Fool

    I tweaked the last bit. I think giving it that editing pass helped bring things together with the guild scout and bring things together. I'll just add the edited bit here, since nothing else changed. Bop. That was the game and my grin turned into a cackle of laughter. Afterwards, guild scouts approached to appraise us. Only one came to me. His stern, authoritative gaze commanded respect even while wearing a motley like mine. An interesting juxtaposition. “You’re a Fool.” He barked. “I hope to be, sir!” I grinned. “Though, I don’t think I could ever compete with the likes of them.” I said as I motioned to the others.
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