The Queue

Wasn’t that some great football yesterday? I didn’t really have a horse in the race since I don’t follow the NFL that much, but both teams played really well. If your favorite team won, congratulations! If not, better luck next year!

How great was that halftime show too? Shakira and J Lo put on an amazing performance. I’m still holding out for the Weird Al one though. He put on a pretty great show during the 2016 BlizzCon, and I bet that he could bring the house down at the Superbowl. Who knew that the only thing the Superbowl was missing was accordion polkas? As good as the game and the halftime show was, my favorite part is seeing the food everyone makes for their viewing parties. Some people go all out, and I love it when they make tiny stadiums to hold all the snacks or cheese balls that look like footballs.

I’m getting hungry just thinking about it, so we better get Queuing so I can go eat lunch.

It really, really is.

Anyone else find themselves typing “refroged” instead of “reforged”? I don’t really know why it happens, but I have to continually correct myself. That said, it’s funny to picture Warcraft 3 but with frogs in place of the characters.

Anyhow, who’s ready to Queue?

It’s all just a bit much, Ny’alotha. I mean, it doesn’t even exist, it’s a vision or an alternate reality or N’Zoth’s dream for the future in the present and I really just feel like the whole enterprise is trying too hard. Old Gods just don’t know when to take it down a notch.

Sorry, I’ve been super busy lately. No, no, not running around Kalimdor visiting random people to get all the flower crowns. Of course not. Something else, probably.

Hey, I definitely have time to answer some questions while I’m not on a flight from Uldum to Feralas, so let’s get to Queuein’!

I’ve only had Bitey Mcstabface for a couple of days, but if anything ever happened to him I would destroy Azeroth. Look at that cute little face. That’s the kind of face that just makes you fall in love with something. Not to mention those teeth! Those are the kind of chompers that would make a beaver jealous! Forget about that giant sword just sticking out of the planet in Silithus — Bitey Mcstabface will gnaw through that in no time at all.

I am curious about the naming breakdown. There are four options there, did everyone choose Bitey McStabface for their Larva? Almost everyone that I’ve talked to so far has chosen that — but there are always outliers. I’m running a quick Twitter poll so vote for what name you chose, or would choose if you haven’t started the quest chain yet.

In the meantime, lets Queue!

So I was really looking forward to hitting up Ny’alotha, but a Mac bug in patch 8.3 means my client crashes pretty regularly while doing any group content. I went into Ny’alotha for 45 minutes on Tuesday and had one kernel panic and four client crashes. So, yeah, we aren’t playing Warcraft today. And maybe not tomorrow. Or the next day. Who knows!

Okay, let me stop feeling sorry for myself and we’ll get into answering some questions.

I always find it interesting when Blizzard implements views of Azeroth like the one above. It’s been tossed around several times in the past, but including those globes in Ulduar was a regret of Blizz’s. So the fact that they’ve done something like this in both Argus and the new raid (albeit with clouds covering the most interesting portions) is interesting to me.

Anyhow, enough of that. It’s Queue time.

I mean we’ve never actually spoken.

I have to say, so far I’m enjoying 8.3. No more faction conflict, a whole lot of Old God nonsense around, and I get to raid on a Fury Warrior again despite being geared like a circus clown. Two bosses down and a third boss to 5% on our first night of raiding, not too shabby. I mean, I keep getting belts from every single Major Assault I do and the Minors seem to have forgotten that gear can drop, but overall, I like what’s happening now.

Here’s the Queue. Matt’s enjoying WoW again.

It’s all fun and games until this dude shows up.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we answer them with a sinuous hellbeast breathing down our necks.