I don’t think the boards are “truly” random… but if you add them all up together and divide by whatever, you end up with the expected whatever value, blah blah blah.
Yeah I’m obviously not even trying anymore. I’ll let the data keepers and mathematicians do all the exacto number crunching. Because if I try to make a claim one way or the other, someone is going to accuse me of something, either I’m just a whiny sore loser complainer who doesn’t understand maths or I’m a paid SG defender who is towing the company line… I never win any time I try to offer semi serious commentary on these sorts of topics.
So instead I’ll just give my half-assed, completely biased and uninformed, sarcastic tinged comedic take on how boards work in the game: the boards love to piss us off intentionally, every chance they get. You stack 5 reds against a green tank or green titan, “literally” every ■■■■■■■ tile on the board is green. Not literally literally, as the game’s algorithmathingy prevents combo matches from auto generating on starting boards, but you get the gist - basically the whole board hates you and your stupid red team and it isn’t going to give you a single ■■■■ red tile, until you’re just about dead, then it will give you a bunch of red tiles on purpose just to taunt you, knowing that you won’t have a chance to use a single one of them, because your titan timer only has 3 seconds left and the titan is hitting you with an animation that takes 6 seconds to complete.
Yeah. I get it. Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt stating “I hit the titan and all I got was this stupid t-shirt”. But then you go in for another hit later… maybe not that hour, or that day, or even that week… but eventually, somewhere down the line, the game starts to feel sorry for you.
Example: you lose a bunch of raids in a row to crappy teams you should’ve been able to beat blindfolded with both arms tied behind your back, because your boards all resemble something your ex-wife’s cats left in the litter box after getting into the 5-day-old chili you threw in the trash (and neglected to take out to the curb in spite of her incessant nagging). You’re down 300 trophies and you’re thinking “what the actual ■■■■, this is a bunch of ■■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■, the game is totally rigged, it obviously hates me.” At this point you’re completely pissed off and you’re one raid loss away from pitching your phone straight through the wall like a steroid-infused baseball pitcher in a major league tryout. You no longer care, so you go in and revenge raid someone 1000 TP higher than you while screaming "This… is… SPARTA!!!" at the top of your lungs. Suddenly the earth moves, the clouds part, a golden ray of sunshine beams right down on your ■■■ and you get a board that dreams are made of, full of cotton candy rainbow unicorns, and you win without so much as a second swipe.