The Queue

Today’s Queue uses a header image from Dusk, it’s a picture of my Dwarf Barbarian Ristana oc Kaltjarn, whose friends call her Rista. She enjoys cold weather, has a polecat for a pet, and her glowing greataxe tends to disintegrate things she kills with it. I’m showing y’all her art because the last month has just sucked so so much, my cats are sick, my life is a continuous series of dumpster fires and I’m just trying to distract myself.

This is the Queue.

Friendship ended with Rutherford, now Ms. Parton is my new best friend.

Please don’t tell Rutherford I said that. Ms. Parton is blonde and beautiful, but she really can’t tank.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions, and we have answers (we hope).

We played Shadowrun again over the weekend, and once again my favorite part was my robo-monkey companion Bowie. So much so that I went and bought this Rebuilt Gorilla Bot in Warcraft and named it after him. He’s the best. In fact, I can’t think of a single game that wouldn’t be improved in some manner with the inclusion of robotic monkey companions. Need someone to watch your back in Fallout? Robo-monkey. Need help driving through the night to get that shipment of dynamite to Iowa in American Truck Simulator? Get a robo-monkey. What about gathering all of your crops in Stardew Valley — oh you better believe a robo-monkey would come in handy there. Especially if you planted robo-bananas.

While I think of examples of games that need more mechanized monkeys, it’s time for — The Queue.

Surely no harm could come to us by examining what’s on the other side of this door, right? It’s so bright and colorful, so inviting! Maybe we could just poke our head in and check it out, and walk right back out if we don’t like it.

Spoilers: In Ny’alotha, none of those things are true. But also it’s a long walk back to the dungeon entrance, so door #1 it is!

Okay. Let’s get to some totally unrelated Queue questions.

Still leveling the Hunter. Don’t have hot pants on anymore.

It’s the Queue. Let’s chat.

Nine levels to go to 120 on the Hunter. I’m completely rubbish at playing her. And she’s wearing chainmail hot pants.

This is the Queue. Seriously, hot pants.

Record scratch I bet you’re wondering how I got myself into this situation. Me, too.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we try to piece together the answers best we can.

I’ve just spent the weekend playing Doom Eternal. There’s no feeling quite like the feeling of waging a one-man war against hordes of demonic invaders. I think the sequel is taking itself a little more seriously than Doom(2016) did. There’s definitely more story than there was before, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but I kind of miss the Doomguy who just punched everything he interacted with. It’s still a bunch of fun though! I’ve been enjoying it so much that it’s now three in the morning and I should’ve written the Queue hours ago!

So without further adieu. It’s time for — r̶i̶p̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶e̶a̶r̶  The Queue.

It’s Friday, so that means it’s time to talk about dogs.

When BFA is over and most of the game’s players are living it up in the Shadowlands, what do you think will happen to all of the spooked Brutosaurs and their cargo? Will Dazar’alor run out of supplies from all the destroyed cargo? Will the city become overrun with spooked Brutosaurs? Azeroth must know!

Anyhow, while you ponder the fate of NPCs left without player help, let’s Queue, eh?