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Phil Xavier

Phil Xavier — Phil Xavier, also known as Red, began his Blizzard adventure many years ago, with such titles as Rock N' Roll Racing and Blackthorne -- but it was the one-two punch of Warcraft II and Diablo that really took hold of his nerdy heart. He is also deeply interested in other games, especially for the Switch (but without ignoring the PC and PS4), and in discussions about game design (and game-making) in general. There is a place called rcnsk.com where he writes stuff unrelated to Blizzard Watch, but the truth is that there's nothing really in there yet.


The Queue: The Sylvanas Ukulele Apology Song

The Maw redemption chain,
forged from every oath I ever broke for gain.
Teldrassil’s ashes still whisper my name;
no rhyme can ever fix it, only years and years of pain.

Tyrande, you were right to point at me and draw that bow.
Anduin, thanks for mercy that I didn’t ever show.
“The Jailer made me do it” isn’t true — just an excuse.
But the owl has been so mean to me: it’s time for a truce!

The Maw redemption chain.
Burned a World Tree, swear I won’t do it again!

Hey Gilneas, yeah… I blighted you to goo.
I’m really sorry, Genn, I hope you’ll see it too!
I said “the Horde is NOTHING!” — that was pretty vain…
You guys mean a lot to me — so sorry for that stain!

The Maw redemption chain.
Dunno why I did those things; Arthas put worms in my brain!

Forsaken, I was once your voice and your mask.
But I’ll still come back to lead you, all you have to do is ask!
I turned our home to blight, plague-bombed the Undercity.
Let’s face it: it’s renovated, Tirisfal’s all nice and pretty.

The Maw redemption chain.
Link by link, my old soul is slain.
The Maw redemption chain.
Evil Sylvie’s gone: only the Ranger will remain!


The Queue: Halt, 24601!

You’ve become an ace at doing cardio. Kids smile as you jog past them, dogs happily wag their tails, strangers break into song. You can eat as many baguettes as you want: bread doesn’t make you fat.

Suddenly you pass in front of a shop window, and you see your reflection: you realize that you’re wearing a comedic prisoner outfit. Black-and-white stripes, baggy trousers, and the number 24601 plastered across your chest.

At that moment, the sky darkens with heavy clouds, and dramatic music starts to play. Timpani thunder, brass blares, ceremonious cannonballs. A baritone voice can be heard, loud and clear:

“Halt, 24601!”

Inspector Javert barrels into view, running after you, every step a moral judgment. Now you understand why cardio feels so effortless: the universe has turned you into the ultimate sprinter, because running from Javert is a marathon with no finish line in sight, and the audience always asks for another encore.

This is The Queue, where life can be a musical, but that also means life is a musical.


The Queue: Busy Busy Busy

I’ve been very busy these days — work, personal life, relatives, everything seemed to hit all at once. I’ve barely had time to play videogames! WoW has been almost completely on hold (since I do have to prioritize keeping up with Hearthstone), and despite being super close to completing 100% of the achievements on Clair Obscur: Expedition 33, my progress has slowed down to a crawl.

Oh well! This is The Queue, where even writers who are super busy can still find some time to answer your questions — you’re just that special.


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