>Use Carroll's skill to call a G3 Workeroid from her ability or call one from hand if needed >Ride G3 Carroll, get an Accel II marker and draw a card Let's get to the most important part: the combo! Ideally, the combo would go something like this: In the below deck list, I have proposed a 6 Front/6 Draw split, but 8 Front/4 Draw could work just as well. However, we still need a healthy amount of Draw triggers to get our combo started and to shore up cards in our hands. The Grade 2 and Grade 1 lineups are a mixture of powerful Workeroids (Erin, Rhoda, and Edith all gain power) and combo starters/extenders (include Jumping Jill/Midnight Bunny combo for early game pressure and have Purple Trapezist ready to pull key cards from soul.) As for the triggers: Front triggers are the trigger of choice as defensive triggers can still hurt this deck, just like previous incarnations of this deck. We don't want to wait next turn to kill them, we want to kill them now!) Dancing Knifedancer only CCs during the end phase. Comicality Chimera is our CCer of choice, as we can get the extra CC during the battle phase. For the Grade 3 lineup, Carroll and Alice are played at 4 for the G3 Workeroid consistency, as well as to enable multi attacks on both VG and RG circles. So how do we enable this? Of course, we need to run as much Workeroids as possible, as well as combo pieces that can extend our main plays. If enough CBs are available, she can do this multiple times in one battle phase! Once such deck that can contend post-Phantasmal Steed Restoration meta is none other than Nightmare Dolls from the Pale Moon clan! Slightly overshadowed by the more popular Silver Thorns, a diamond in the rough of Pale Moon's previous Standard Format life cycle has emerged in the form of a new boss: Nightmare Doll, Carroll.Ĭarroll's main utility is in her ability to put combo pieces into soul, call it out if it was a Grade 3 Workeroid, and get a psuedo-restand VG ability by reriding herself or Alice from the soul. I've always been a fan of this blog because it lowers the barrier required to get into this game (money can always be an issue with TCGs) by providing easily accessible deck lists for decks that have the potential to contend with the meta!Ĭouldn't find the ENG version on Google images :/ Breaking out into content creation and contributing further to a wider audience are always things I've liked/wanted to do, and I've done a couple clan primers in previous formats for our team on Youtube (Team Hivemind). I've been a contributor to the local St Louis Cardfight community ever since the start of 2016, helping with playtesting for locals/regionals (even got a couple Top 8s under my belt!) and providing proxy decks to try out for every clan in the game starting from the beginning of Standard Format. Against better judgment.Special thanks to James/Fenrir for allowing me to contribute to Budgetfight! As for me, I'm Nem. The celebration has ended, but I can sense their emotions are mixed: complex and myriad things, when a simple, singular focus would suffice. The Ghosts are talking to one another in quiet conspiracy. The Guardian is turning the embers with the tip of their Sword. The Crow fell over and cannot stand, though he insists he is fine. The warmth of the sun burns me with its memory. All the blood spilled in the name of immortality. I am reminded of the warmth of the sun and the embrace of my family. He wants to be supportive, so that they may share in their triumphs together. He wants the Guardian's spirits to be lifted. The Crow notices, but tries not to show it. The Guardian looks pensive, sitting on a rock by the fire, contemplating the secret they are keeping. The Crow is making a gun shape with his hand, swinging the nearly empty bottle of wine around in the other like a Sword. They are celebrating their victory over the Taken. What is this feeling? I do not understand it. Of moments spent by lapping shores, gazing up at infinite stars full of possibilities and wonder. They poison themselves for the enjoyment of it. Their Ghost, too, encourages them not to partake. Now the Guardian is drinking, standing close to the fire. They do not seem to acknowledge the futility of their existence, the impermanence of it in the face of cosmic annihilation. Their world is ending and they thrash like dying creatures in the final light of collapsing stars. This celebration is maddening neither have reason to be so jubilant. The Guardian encourages him and they are laughing. Where is the despairing child I anticipated? He drinks from an open bottle of wine against the recommendation of his Ghost. The bonfire's glow lights up his pale features and I am drawn to the hope in his gold eyes. The Crow is so carefree in his ignorance. What is this feeling? I did not ask for it. Stalk thy prey and let loose thy talons upon the Darkness.
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