The Queue: Anything she wants
You ever go back to old content and are kinda struck by some of the things we either left unfinished, or just washed our hands of without thinking about the potential ramifications of the people and creatures which were thriving — or at least surviving — up until our intervention, after which they are all but certainly doomed without further help from us? I feel like this could be a metaphor for something. Maybe an allegory, even.
This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we swear we’ll stick around long enough to answer this time. Probably.

















