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Has anyone else received a damaged bundle box upon opening?

I ask because between 3 of my friends we got 4 bundles from hobbit and in all of them the packaging inside the actual bundle itself was crumpled and the promotional art of gollum and bilbo was crumpled and stuffed at odd angles, conceivably it could be the shipping journey they took to our specific game store but it was literally all of our bundles, banged up to high hell.

I am fundamentally a person, an animal. I react to stimuli I create habits I never intended to I develop dependencies on things I never wanted to rely on. I hate that I am overweight. I hate that I struggle to change how overweight I am. I hate that I probably don't feed my cat regularly enough or help my folks around the house enough for that matter. I understand that just because I hate those things I do, or don't do, that I should not hate myself. I simply feel trapped in an endless loop that pulls me toward an oblivion.
As I battle against my own behavior and shortcomings trying to improve little by little, dragged backward at occasion, time unceasingly marches forward. Things changing and my circumstances evolving is not what haunts me about time's horrifying assault. It is the unavoidable fact that awaits all those things that live; the end of my being is what grasps onto my very being peeking from behind quiet moments of solitude to remind me that I too will someday die. That there is nothing beyond the world we know. Ultimately, there is nothing beyond what any one being can comprehend. Sure other people exist, they live independently and have their own unique perceptions but beyond the limited information conveyed by communication we cannot see or know truly what another sees.
When one being dies that is it, there is nothing else, I will not hear the arguments for a higher power, the evidence of life being a series of miraculous happenstance is simply too great. I was raised in religion and knew my bible well, I learned the quaran and studied other religions and find them all entirely unconvincing, deeply profound and insightful of course but not convincing. There is nothing beyond. There is no creator there is no "after-life," the idea of such a thing is by its nature absurd. We are the signals between our neurons all things you have ever seen heard felt or believed was all an almagamation of signals that won out in a highly sophisticated computer. I say that not to belittle the miracle of living or the wonder and joy felt when holding a newborn or the crushing suffocation of love-lost, but to say that all of those things are just as real and true as the fact that when you die those signals cease to occur, which means so do you.