Thank you so much for this comprehensive answer. And here was me thinking the O an easy suit to use! So, if I step back to, say, Forbidden, Hyakushiki and X2 I should fare better?
If I may vent a bit, I'm getting really dishearted. I'm up to 300+ online games, with a win ratio just below 25%, which is really saying something. Granted, I hopped online day one, before other scrubs had popped up, but still to this day i feel like I'm being toyed with, with every game won the winning is a fluke or a stroke of luck (or a really good partner). I have no idea of how I should conduct the neutral game, as as soon I show my face I get focused. (Having a reputation as an easy target doesn't help either.) I've been yelled at by Lightening Theif, and though the rest of the players seem polite, I've been booted from my fair share of rooms.
I'm not trying to be the best, just to understand the game! Nothing is more frustrating than not knowing what went wrong, as there is nothing to improve upon. My scores are regularely in the bottom (no idea how they are calculated) and I can't for my life detect a landing with reflexes enough to punish it, so instead I just spam BR and take a zunda to the face, even though I mow through extreme CPUs with ease.
Now, I realise that turning 40 this year has it's drawbacks (though I'm lucky my 4yr old son loves this game) and I was never fast as lightning even when young, but I'd hoped to at least get in the game by now, instead of just flailing about trying to nail the one combo I know. As a game designer, I could write an essay on the genius of this game (the lack of execution threshold, the ingenious team life bar, the balance, 98 GIANT ROBOTS) but I still can't play it vs real people to save my life!
...sorry, had to get that off my chest. If any of you have met me (Von_Kaun) online for a quick victory, feel free to speak up, or should anyone come by a replay with me, take a look (if only for a laugh) and send some pointers my way.
I love this game too much to give it up, but my sanity is slipping. In a couple of years I suspect my son will be teaching me the ropes.