The Queue

It seems like every week I start writing the Queue thinking “it’s Friday already??” Except time has ceased to have all meaning. I’m writing the Queue, but it isn’t Friday. And when I wrote the Queue last week, it wasn’t Friday either.

I am at a loss.

Let’s just hope today’s the day I’m supposed to write the Queue.

Tyranny,
when the feeling’s strong and your actions wrong,
it’s Tyranny,
when you killed those guys and you don’t know why
it’s sad to say,
conquest and mayhem in Kyros’ name,
I am to blame

Tyranny by the folks at Obsidian is rapidly becoming one of my favorite old school RPG’s. It uses the same engine as Pillars of Eternity, but the story is one you rarely see in a CRPG, and it’s got me thinking a lot about how to frame a narrative in a game.

And also, I’m completely serious when I say I can’t stop making up versions of Tragedy by the Bee-Gees based around it.

We’re on week four of de facto crisis homeschooling, and yesterday I basically just let my daughter watch Nailed It for most of the day, and today I’m writing The Queue as quickly as possible so she can commandeer my computer for a Zoom meeting with her class. So I guess you could say I’m nailing it.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we stave off existential dread for just long enough to answer them. Just long enough.

Last week I was talking about not being able to put Shad’har in his place. Turns out y’all might’ve been my good luck charms! The secret to our success? Not blowing ourselves up early in the fight — who knew! Next up on our docket is Mythic Hivemind so if y’all wanted to think good thoughts about that for me, I’d be ever so grateful.

While I’m waiting for my raid to get back from break I think I have time for — The Queue.

Seriously, try and search for ‘Rossi’ on a Queue page.

Anyway, I don’t have a Switch, but I’ve watched my wife play a lot of Animal Crossing and, well, I’m glad I don’t have a Switch. I am frankly terrified of what this game does to people.

Anyway, this is the Queue. I missed Wednesday because I was unwell. So here I am today.

How’s everyone hanging in there? Hopefully okay. Me? Quarantine life is starting to get to me. It’s not the day-to-day so much (since mine has hardly changed) but more so the other, incidental things that are creeping up on me. Not visiting family for a weekend, not working from a coffee shop for even a few hours, and especially not knowing when any of that’s going to change. It’s exhausting.

Anyhow, in case quarantine life is getting to anyone, I want y’all to say something nice about another Queueman today. Go out of your way to make everyone here feel welcome and appreciated. Even that one guy. You know who I mean.

Now, let’s Queue.

No, this isn’t a joke Queue.

It’s just an out of order Queue, because it’s 2020 and time has stopped having any meaning. So let’s ignore the calendar and get to questions.

There’s no use crying over every mistake. I’ll just keep on trying though I ran out of cake. Because people panic bought all the butter, eggs, and flour, so I’m sitting at my house with no cake. The cake is… something something.

This The Queue, where you ask us Qs and we supply the As. You have to bring your own cake.

Shad’har is one bad dog. I don’t blame him though. Being raised by an Old God wouldn’t be the best environment to grow up in. Plus have you seen his dog house? It’s a weird flesh pit in the middle of a city that may or may not exist! Who wants to live in one of those.

I just had the pleasure of spending a night and a half working on Mythic Shad’har. There are a lot of moving parts and if I let my attention wander at all, it can quickly mean my offtank is going to die. Which has been hard, I was a raid shot caller for so long that it’s hard to turn off. I’ll be paying attention to all the other mechanics and suddenly I’ve stood in five puddles, and Shad’har has swallowed my partner. We’ve gotten close though! We’ll teach that dog to sit, stay, and rollover any pull now.

But since my raid week is over, it must be time for — The Queue.

Just what are all of these eyes staring at, you think? Do they ever get bored? Do they have days off?

It seems like a tiring, thankless job, being an ever-staring eye in Ny’alotha.