Matthew Rossi
The Queue: With a little help from my friends
Hi everybody. This Friday’s Queue, I’m feeling under the weather, so I’m asking various friends of mine to answer your questions while I lay in the dark, staring up at the ceiling.
Let us waste no more time. To glory!
The Queue: Floating Mostly Naked Man
This is The Queue, and we’re talking about Blizzard and its games. Y’all talked a lot about Overwatch yesterday. I’m not in the Beta, so… yeah. I did what I could.
For some reason there is a mostly naked human just kind of floating there in the Warrior class hall. I do not know why he is there.
Know Your Lore: Ancient Kalimdor and the rest of Azeroth
The Queue: Feathers
Yes, it’s a mythical animal and not an accurate representation of any actual dinosaur, but it’s so much better than we’ve ever gotten in WoW‘s history, I’m just ludicrously excited to see it.
Hi, this is the Queue. I’m back. It’s been a roller coaster the past two weeks. Thank you for everyone who offered aid, words of encouragement, or any form of support they could manage. Things are far from fixed, but we’re doing the best we can.
Now let’s do some questions. We’ll probably talk about the Legion alpha, so be warned.
Know Your Lore: Jarod Shadowsong and the War of the Ancients
The Queue: Breaking War
I’m not entirely sure how one breaks war with a gigantic sword. I’m pretty sure gigantic swords are how one fights a war. Well, at least until you have laser guided smart bombs or whatever. But the point stands.
This is the Queue. We take your questions and do our best to give you answers. I’m listening to Outro by M83, I admit I first heard it in the Paragon trailer from Epic Games.
Know Your Lore: King Thoradin of Arathor and Humanity’s origin
Breakfast Topic: Race vs Class aesthetics
Breakfast Topic: Why is my sword so small?
The Queue: Hiraeth
Hiraeth is a hard word to define, and I’m not a native Welsh speaker by any stretch, so it’s just a thing I feel from time to time. It’s similar to saudade, the Portuguese word — both are often described as a kind of melancholic longing for something one loves that is in some way gone or unattainable, be it through death, having lost contact with it, or perhaps through realizing that it never was in the first place.
It’s February and March is fast approaching, and I’m reminded of Thomas Wolfe. “O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.” But of course it can’t, and so it won’t — the past is the only place it exists. All we can do is remember.
Yeah, I’m feeling cheerful tonight. This is the Queue. Let’s talk about Blizzard games.
“You’re perfect yes, it’s true/ But without me, you’re only you.”
Oh, and there may be spoilers for Legion in this Queue. Fair warning.



