Not sure if the people of Catan felt the rumble of the quake (i.e. my hand knocking over the glass of alcoholic beverage) before they were inundated, but I like to think they had a few seconds warning before the floods swept across the tiny island nation. It eases my conscience.
It's been nearly two weeks since the disaster, and only now am I finally able to come to terms with the devastation I wrought, that fateful evening at the cottage. Wheat harvests were decimated. The workers in the ore mines, drowned. The sheep, carried off to sea. And the infrasturucture?! Forget it. The roads, towns and settlements were gone – never to return.
Literally. We actually had to pitch the entire set. Those little cardboard hexagon pieces just don't stand up well to being dowsed in drink.
Think about what happens to carboard beer coasters after condensation seeps in over the course of an evening at the pub, and you'll begin to get a sense of how the game board looked after lord clumsy-thumbs here knocked the contents of his tumbler all over the table. All puffy, soft, and easy to tear.
I can tell you that my fellow players were none too pleased. Not only did it mean no more Settlers of Catan during our cottage stay, and not only did it mean the person who was winning the game (i.e. junkii) didn't get to solidify his victory, but it meant one of my fellow players (i.e. Junkii) is gonna have to help me shell out for a new copy of the game. Maybe we'll take the opportunity to grab one of the expansion sets, to try a few new variants on the rules.
There. I found a silver lining.
Oh! I forgot. There's one other silver lining. Or perhaps it's just a good topper to this tale. Whatever. The best part (or maybe it was the worst, considering it tasted nasty) was that I was actually drinking a pre-mixed drink called a Hurricane. Honest to god!