The Queue

So my Mountain Dwarf Barbarian got an Adamantine Breastplate a few weeks back. I’m wearing it because it renders me immune to critical hits, which, combined with my Bear Totem Barbarian rage ability to resist all damage but Psychic  means that I am really hard to hurt. But it does mean that the really awesome art I commissioned of her isn’t character accurate anymore, and considering real life issues I can’t really afford to commission new art right now. Luckily, Hero Forge just added their paint section and so I spent like six hours making a breastplate wearing version and non-breastplate wearing version of her because that was a better use of my time than panicking about current events.

Now, I’d still rather get a professionally painted mini, because I’m terrible and I did a terrible job, but it was still fun. I really love my crazy little Dwarf maniac. She killed a boat once.

This is the Queue. Let’s talk about stuff.

Rutherford and I are really just trying to get some peace and quiet this week. Let’s all grab a mug of something warm while we settle in to answer questions! Hopefully, a bear won’t be sniffing at yours the whole time. Rude.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we have the answers!

It’s been so long since I wrote a Queue! Like, slightly more than a week! I missed you all! I saw that Mitch made you do all the hard work in supplying your own earworms for Anna. I hope you left her some good ones.

But it’s time to return to our regularly scheduled program — the Queue.

It’s still 2020. I don’t think I have anything else to say. Let’s Queue.

Well, well, well, if it isn’t The Queue. How long’s it been since I last saw you? Oh, right. Not that long, actually. Regardless, I hope you’ve been well in these couple days since we last talked.

If you haven’t, might I suggest a Queue in these trying times?

Hi. What’s up?

Today’s header image reminded me of an album cover.

It’s the Queue. Who’d we think we’d fool, Queuevians, digging our own graves?

Don’t mind me, just getting ready for my afterlife! Really, I have to acclimate Rutherford most of all — he likes the trees, but despite palling around with me, he’s not all that into glitter. Baby steps, big bear. Baby steps.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions, and we answer them while surrounded with butterflies and rainbows and unicorns.

Well, well, well. If it isn’t Monday. When’s the last time I was here? No, seriously. When’s the last time I wrote a Monday Queue? I have no actual idea.

Anyhow, let’s Queue: Monday Edition!

Hey! Happy Friday. If it is happy. And if it is Friday.

Feelings are a social construct. Time is a social construct. Who’s really to say?

Oh hey, it’s Thursday! This also keeps happening — much like Mondays — but for some reason, I feel much better about it. You might’ve noticed too that I’m not Mitch. I know, I know — I was as surprised as you are to find this out. I’m pretty sure that I can do a pretty convincing Mitch impression though: Xal’atath! Void stuff! More Void Stuff! Tentacles?

Y’ ahlloig Y’ mgepah pretty vulgtmnah. NaIIII naIIIIogor delay h”s yar llll — The Queue.