AbnormalVoid

What I'd say 1.3 needs, and what FFT needs, to be honest, is to calm the fuck down with the RNG. The chance of doing anything going below 50% is just annoying. A coin flip should be the limit of forced randomness. The use of something like the Blind status would be an exception, of course. In the case of something like debuffs, where randomness is essentially used as a crutch to balance them, I'd make the ability to heal them much slightly more common, and the ability to inflict them much more spread out. If you see a group of units with particular jobs and skillsets, you should be able to tell "Okay, they're gonna debuff me like so", and come up with a plan to counteract it. One job focused around debuffs, in the classic, RNG-balanced sense, is dull as hell. Maybe a jobset of less-serious debuffs would still be fine, I guess. Just gotta keep it sane. Making them unreliable to use isn't the answer.

Crawling in my skin These wounds they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real There's something inside me That pulls beneath the surface Consuming, confusing This lack of self control I fear Is never ending, controlling I can't seem to find myself again My walls are closing in (Without a sense of confidence) (I'm convinced that there's) (Just too much pressure to take) I've felt this way before so insecure Crawling in my skin These wounds they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real Discomfort, endlessly has pulled Itself upon me distracting, reacting Against my will I stand beside my own reflection It's haunting how I can't seem To find myself again My walls are closing in (Without a sense of confidence) (I'm convinced that there's) (Just too much pressure to take) I've felt this way before so insecure Crawling in my skin These wounds they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real Crawling in my skin These wounds they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing, confusing what is real There's something inside me That pulls beneath the surface Consuming (Confusing what is real) This lack of self control I fear Is never ending, controlling (Confusing what is real)