Anna Bell

I’m pretty excited about Festival of Legends at this point, but it’s less because of the actual gameplay stuff, and more because of all the music deep dives I’ve been doing over the past few weeks. From cowbell soloists, to going down swinging, to bouncing around, to a symphony of sins, I’m loving it. Pretty sure nobody else in the house is, but I’m pretty used to that.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we make a mixtape out of them, apparently. Some links may be mildly NSFW.

You know what gaming needs? More whodunnits. While a whole lot of games ask you to find out who did the bad thing, or their motive for having done the bad thing, it’s usually secondary unless the reveal is truly shocking and splashy — see Bioshock. Usually, when we do get whodunnit games, they’re less thrilling detective work, and more disorienting eldritch horror — see Resident Evil. But straightforward murders, even straightforward serial murders, don’t tend to happen in games. But it’s such a big genre in all other media, I’m not sure why it hasn’t really caught on. Maybe because it’s less replayable?

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This is a joke, right? We had days in February where I was considering putting the electric blankets and thick coats into storage for the year, and now that I’m at my last frost date, it’s literally freezing outside? I could not be more over it.

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What it says on the tin.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and between this and daylight savings time we are just OVER IT.

It’s a balmy 72 degrees and climbing, and while in most places that’s cause to open the windows and breathe in that lovely floral spring air, for me it’s cause to hunker down. The tree pollen here gets so thick that I start sneezing, not because of allergies, but because the particulate in the air is so thick it tickles my nose. Even without the sneezing, everything outside is covered in a light yellow-green dust, and honestly, I don’t want to spend the next month mopping.

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Huh, weird.

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Rutherford Bear Hayes would like to take this opportunity to thank all his queuestituents for their undying support. I’m sure he didn’t mean that as a suspiciously troubling reference to the Scourge.

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I’m not all that into all that lovey-dovey malarkey but I can never pass up a chance for a great earworm no matter the day of the year.

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