A Titanic Lament

Last week I finally got my hands on my copy of Titan.  I had it delivered to my workplace and so I had to spend all bloody morning sat with the box next to my desk, itching to open it and have a good look at the contents. Finally I got lucky - there was a brief moment at lunch time when everyone else was out of the office buying sandwiches and I was alone. So I opened the box, got out my game, tore off the shrinkwrap and had a good look. Those of you who haven't seen the reprint won't be aware that when the game ships, the lid hardly fits on to the box because of all the sheets of cardboard inside it - only the shrinkwrap actually keeps it on. So as soon as I hear a door open I put all the cardboard back in and slam the box lid down as fast as I can.

When I actually got the thing home I discovered, to my absolute horror, that in my haste to replace the lid, I'd put in on off center and it had caught on the side of the box and torn both corner jonits out! Plus three out of my six poorly scultped, badly balanced and horribly cast Titan figurines were broken.

So all this probably accounts for why I was in a profoundly negative frame of mind when I sat down to punch the beautiful looking counters, and felt myself getting rather depressed in terms of what might have happened to Titan had it hit the desk of a publisher fresh in 2008 without its glorious history behind it. And that's the thought experiment we're going to conduct over at BGN this week .