Greetings, Splinterlands warrior.
In this meeting, we’ll once again discuss the brawl story I just went through in Splinterlands. Before entering the arena, I want to indulge in a bit of crypto nostalgia. There’s a sense that the storm of decline has started to subside, and the value of HIVE also seems to be climbing again. Whether this is just an illusion of optimism or truly a sign of recovery, it definitely feels better to play when the charts aren’t constantly going down.
For those who aren’t too familiar, a Brawl is a kind of regular guild war. Each member is assigned to a specific fray, then we battle according to the available slots. The final result isn’t just about individual wins or losses, but the accumulation of the entire team’s performance. So sometimes you might feel like you played well on your own, yet still end up with an average result because the team as a whole had a rough run.
Just like in previous weeks, Fray 12 is still my territory. It already feels like a second home. In this fray there are 9 battle slots available, but in reality only 5 were actually filled and had to be played by me. The other four were automatically converted into wins—like getting a group assignment grade without having to present.
Out of the 5 battles I played, I only managed to win 2. Not terrible, but also nothing to brag about. I felt I had prepared the best strategy, utilized the rulesets, and tried to read my opponents’ patterns. However, there was one match that really made me scratch my head.
Even though I personally only won 2 matches, I still contributed 6 wins in total thanks to the 4 automatic victories. Overall, our guild managed to secure 3rd place in this brawl. Not champions, but not sinking either.
The rewards we received were quite sweet. Each full member earned 2,600 Merits, and players with a spellbook obtained 24,816 staked SPS.
Not bad to ease that small disappointment. At least there’s that feeling of “well, I lost the strategy battle but still won some rewards.”
In the Briar Patch ruleset, I relied on magic attacks since melee monsters would suffer thorn damage. In theory, this should have been advantageous. But in reality, the enemy came in with Lord Arianthus, who blocked a lot of magic damage. It felt like shooting a wall with a water pistol—serious intent, zero results. That’s when I realized that no matter how solid a theory is, if the opponent has the right card, everything can collapse in a single round.
And if you want to see the match where I got completely wrecked, you can check this link:
As for the Gladius Pack, this is the part that always makes me patient and impatient at the same time. This time, the Merits aren’t enough to open 5 packs yet, so I plan to save them first. It feels more satisfying to open many at once rather than one by one, only for them to be gone and forgotten quickly.
This week’s lesson is simple:
sometimes we choose the “most reasonable” strategy, yet a single opponent’s card can make the entire plan look ridiculous. Winning is a bonus, learning is a necessity. And if you lose, just consider it tuition in the world of Splinterlands.
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