The Queue: And the R
S, T, U and V sold separately.
I’m not going to explain the Godzilla header.
Lore Watch Podcast: World-ending threats in Azeroth and making great villains
The Queue: Alright, fine.
I gave in and played my first match of Heroes of the Storm in like 8 years. I stopped playing almost immediately after the HGC was shuttered. I was covering the league at that time so it was a combination of being sad, burnout, but also I had other fish to fry with other games, and I didn’t have to keep up with this one anymore, so. But yeah, it’s fairly fun. Remembering which button is which ability for which hero is a bit of a learning curve, so Brightwing, where all I technically need to do is stay sorta close to everyone else, is perfect for getting back into the Nexus.
This is The Queue, our daily column where you ask us questions, and eh, we’ll get around to it. Just one more game, first.
World of Warcraft: Midnight patch 12.1.5 will release on October 13, 2026!
It’s another short maintenance day for World of Warcraft servers
The Queue: Time Management
There just aren’t enough hours in the day. Plus, sometimes you have to go to work so you can afford to live and buy food and stuff.
If only I had time powers like the Bronze Dragonflight. I’d probably waste them, but it would be fun!
While I try to travel through time, it’s time for our daily question and answer column — The Queue!
Will my progress and characters from the WoW: Forever beta carry over when the game releases?
Blizzard Watch Weekly: Accelerating away from BlizzCon (still)
The Queue: Decks Dark
The Inky Black Potion is magnificent. You can make space look like actual space. You can imagine that your character is staring into the vast darkness and pondering their insignificance before it all. (My headcanon is that every Draenei does that every once in a while.)
This is The Queue, our daily Q&A column where there’s a spacecraft blocking out the sky, and there’s nowhere to hide. You run to the back and you cover your ears, but it’s the loudest sound you’ve ever heard, and all we trapped, rag-doll, cloth people, we are helpless to resist into our darkest hour.
















