The Queue

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?

Last week, I was getting my eye injections right around the time you read my Queue. This week, that’s not happening, but they’re still itchy as they heal up and it’s all I can think about.

Anyway, it’s the Queue. I’m listening to Black Sheep by Metric and answering questions, hopefully.

We’ve been in quarantine for nearly five months now, and it’s at the point where I have to talk myself out of cutting my own bangs on nearly a daily basis. I told myself I would wait until the salons were safe to visit, and I know if I do it myself I’m going to really mess them up, but honestly, if I cut them they would’ve grown out already. Twice.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions to distract us long enough to steal the shears while we answer.