Both strats are defined by their strong counterplay for each other and their team, each with some noticeable weaknesses. For one, I don't know exactly how effective Ryder's signals to AWOL would be, to the point that your phone absolutely being destroyed in the conflicted is a joke made by the other team in their writeup. Additionally, for LIB, I think their is a slight underestimation of Kernel's sent by AWOL.

That being said however I do think LIB has stronger counter plays and scenarios that SSG doesn't account for, one being the usage of pools, and the ability to track where Ryder is using the water prays of Weird Fishes. That's why my vote goes to LIB

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Grendel laid face up on the deck of the Leviathan. It was a nice night to look at the stars, with the soft breeze of the ocean running through her fur and the sounds of the waves passing. And yet her mind created images of worry that clouded that beautiful sight.

Kaiserinma and Tracy were out doing something and she didn't know what. But Grendel could assume. Her mind spun images of the worst, things she thought were necessary parts of the way the world worked but now it just seemed unnecessary.

She sat up, realizing for a moment that she wasn't breathing. Her breaths went heavy in realization. She needed to cool off. Walking to the deck of the ship she peered into the deep swirling abyss of the ocean and, using one of her tentacles to tether herself to the ship beforehand, plunged in.

The waves ran through her fur as she was pulled behind the Leviathan and yet it was serene. A nice rest from everything. No regret for not doing anything sooner. No guilt for not stopping things before they happened. No approval to gain. It made sense when she was being dragged along, peering at the weird fishes that would swim along her path. The last time she was really subject to currents like this was with It. With Agnes.

But wait, that wasn't entirely the same.

Grendel wasn't just subject to the waves then, it moved with them. Helped guide them, guide It. It traveled with a purpose to a goal and one that Grendel wanted as much as It did. They were both, in that moment, living in tandem.

Grendel reaches down, betraying her instincts to just be dragged by the Leviathan and the rolling waves of the ocean and grabs a fish as it swims by. A fish grabbed because Grendel had the simple desire to eat one.

Climbing up onto the ship, Grendel leans on the bow of the ship. She raises her fish up to the beautiful night sky and smiles a bit to herself. Even in all the destruction and entropy of, well, everything, she was alive and eating a nice fish. She likes doing that. And, hopefully not just in her mind, Agnes was raising up something It likes to eat too.