Elizabeth Harper
The Queue: I’ve given up on tracking time
No, this isn’t a joke Queue.
It’s just an out of order Queue, because it’s 2020 and time has stopped having any meaning. So let’s ignore the calendar and get to questions.
The Queue: Still existing edition
Just what are all of these eyes staring at, you think? Do they ever get bored? Do they have days off?
It seems like a tiring, thankless job, being an ever-staring eye in Ny’alotha.
The Queue: The Old Gods are dead
Long live the Old Gods.
The Queue: What even is time?
Keeping track of days — and thus time — is a complicated endeavor and I can’t envy anyone who does it on a regular basis.
But here we all are, stuck in time together, so I may as well look at answering a few questions.
The Queue: A day ending in Y
I don’t think it’s a hot take to say that Stormwind is just the worst.
The Queue: Panic at the disco
It’s been a really long week, but instead of dwelling on that, let’s answer some questions.
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The Queue: Deja vu
It feels like I’ve been here before. Like I’ve done this before.
I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I’m sure something’s different.
Hm. Well. While I think on that let’s get to some questions.
The Queue: It’s right behind me, isn’t it?
Where’s a gnome to have a peaceful snack these days, huh? It doesn’t matter where you go in Ny’alotha: there are always eyes watching at you. And when there aren’t eyes, there are tentacles.
How’s an innocent player to get their food buff when someone (something?) is always staring at you? Is my hair messed up? Is there blood on my face? Why are you staring??
