So I'm home for the holidays at my parents in SoCal, and one of the neat things that happens is that I get to catch up on all the hippy games I have shipped here through the year because shipping to Canada or India is a bitch.
In consumerist glee I run my fingers over my new copies of Shooting the Moon, Shock!, Spirit of the Century (softcover, so no membership card for me, alas), OrcWorld (oldskewl!), Prince Valient (even more oldskewl), and Heroes Banner. Then I come to the one I may be most excited about of all, the game I have been wanting to play weekly for like 5 months and now is in my hands... Agon!
But, but... the pigfuckers at the post office damaged the package in shipment. I'm left weeping as my heroic game is crushed before my eyes, its spine shattered, its cover ripped, its broken body carried back on its own shield. Alas! Alas for Agon whom I hardly knew.
So, when has the wonders of the mail turned your gaming dreams into sobs and cries of fury? When has the Mede at the post office rampaged and burnt your beloved RPG acropolis?