Anna Bell

I’ve been making a concerted effort to pare down a lot of things in my life lately, especially stuff like baby toys and that ugly tote bag somebody gave me as a gift but is just a little bit too big to be functional. It’s really motivated me to start paring down the amount of crap I’ve hoarded in games over the years, too.

Either fortunately or unfortunately, there’s no way to remove a particularly annoying mount in a fit of pique.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we’ll answer (assuming it sparks joy).

One thing I really like to do with transmog is to pull one accent accessory that doesn’t match. It’s almost always a flower crown.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we’re usually fashionably late with the answers.

It seems to have turned over to springtime for those of us in the northern hemisphere, or at least that’s what all the azaleas would have me believe. I actually hung up the hammock for a little while yesterday — only to notice a telltale yellowish tinge all over the thing. Ah, right. It’s also, therefore, coincidentially, pollen season.

This is The Queue, where you ask us — ACHOO! — questions and we give you the a… give you aaa… ACHOO!

You ever been so busy you just need to sit down and stare for a minute?

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we’ll… we’ll get around to answering in just like, a minute. Be cool.

…because if you ask me about being a Hunter for Cory’s Class Week, well, chances are Rutherford Bear Hayes is going to steal the spotlight. It’s fine though. He has a lot to say.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we give you the answers. Or our bear does. Whichever.

Since Matt didn’t give me an earworm yesterday, I was forced to go my own way. In this case, someone reminded me that Hades exists, so I listened to that OST a whole lot. I’m just a sucker for modern electric instruments mixed with a full orchestra, and I’m not at all sorry.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and you can run all you like from the place you belong, but it’s always there, it’s in the air, it’s in the blood.

Sometimes you can only read a word so many times before it just looks like nonsense. The word “two” meets that bar almost immediately, making everything so much more unhinged today.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we supply the answers.

Well, it finally happened. Cory finally got me with an earworm. And I’m not even mad about it.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we’ll go cra-a-aaazy on ya.

The Queue knows what it did. This is why we can’t have nice things, Cory.

This is The Queue, where you… well, we’re here to answer questions, provided you get around to asking them.

After last week’s article about survival games, Liz has been working through Subnautica, which made me want to go back through Subnautica. There’s a lot I like about this game, but the way they use atmospheric storytelling to both show you where to go without showing you where to go, while also heightening the utter dread of what could be lurking out there in the water just out of vision, is just freaking brilliant.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we’ll answer from our cushy underwater seabase.