Cory Taylor

We now return you to your regularly scheduled writer for the Queue.

No more weird out-of-place writers, writers who were supposed to be there not showing up, or writers who are alternate-universe versions of themselves.

Nope, just the person that’s supposed to be where they are when they are.

At least for today.

Now before I go play in the open portal to all of time and space, it’s time for — The Queue.

I mean I am definitely here, but this feels early… And if I’m here, where’s Liz?

These time streams are all sorts of messed up!

While I try to sort that out, it’s time for — The Queue!

Sure I was supposed to be here last week, but there’s nothing sinister going on! Liz certainly hasn’t taken a trip up to Canada to kidnap me and lock me in a basement somewhere to write articles or anything…

While I learn how to hide secret messages in my posts, it’s time for — The Queue!

Oh to be a small fox stealing a sausage off of a plate in a tavern. That truly is the dream.

While I wistfully imagine a simpler life, it’s time for — The Queue!

We’re in the midst of the long weekend and instead of being out and about enjoying it I have the plague. So, I’m going to write a very strongly worded letter to whoever’s fault this is and go back to my blanket cocoon in a moment.

While I drink more medicated tea, it’s time for — The Queue!

We did it! After a couple of long nights getting blasted to teensy pieces in hellish fires, we’ve finally started our journey into Mythic Aberrus.

The kill didn’t even really seem that bad and even without the nerfs — I think it would’ve been the one that got her. We finally had all of our members working in sync and calling out things properly to ensure the fires didn’t overlap. It was beautiful.

After dousing Kezzara we moved on to the Zaqali assault, and let them blast us into teensy pieces for a while. We got into the final door phase a few times, but the damage there was more significant than we were expecting, and each time we were left strewn about the area in smoldering piles.

While I see about putting myself back together, it’s time for — The Queue!

It’s the Diablo 4 mid-game for my bear in the truest sense of the word. He’s gotten to level 50 now, just 50 more to go! I also did it before starting the third act so I’m not quite at the mid-game point on that front. But I’m doing better! I actually did some main story quest today and progressed a little further!

While I try and stay on track and not get distracted by Strongholds and side-quests, it’s time for — The Queue!

I think I figured out why Neltharion wound up getting corrupted by Old Gods. He had this giant window looking out into the infinite void and did not have proper safety railings put up around it. Just think that all of Azeroth’s history could have been different if only he’d had OSHA come by and do an inspection. It makes you think.

In other news, I’m now Ahead of the Curve! Once we got our positioning sorted out heading into the final phase everything just kind of clicked and we got Sarkareth down pretty quickly. Mythic Kezzara on the other hand has remained super mean and a big doo-doo head elusive for another week.

While I go invest in an Onyxian Scale Cloak to stop all of that Shadowflame damage, it’s time for — The Queue!

Sometimes you get the dragon and sometimes the dragon gets you. After spending all night working on Mythic Kezzara she proved too strong for us and feasted on our — apparently delicious — cries.

This is one of those times that what initially seems like a tiny change going from Heroic to Mythic wound up being a lot stronger than we anticipated. On Mythic if you cross the streams at all the raid takes big damage. So all of a sudden positioning and communication are way more important. There was a level of personal responsibility there to not just instantly kite your laser beam into the nearest puddle and instead make sure that you were going to the best puddle for yourself, which our raiders just weren’t prepared for.

Next time I’m sure!

While I get a quick dungeon in on Diablo to be killed by a different kind of hellfire, it’s time for — The Queue!

I’ll just have a quick nap after my raid before writing the Queue — I thought to myself. What’s the worst that could happen?

Well, it’s now very late and I’m still not done.

So while I try and figure out what year it is, it’s time for — The Queue.