The Queue

It’s hard to believe that I’ve already written a year’s worth of Queues. Well, it’s a couple more than a years worth, with Queues that I’ve covered for other people sometimes. We’ve come so far from that first one I wrote all the way back in 2019! Remember when I was only going to be doing this for six months? I’m super glad that Anne got picked up full time at Blizzard. Both because she most definitely deserves it and is a rockstar — and so I could keep jabbering away every week with the best group of commentators in the World (of Warcraft)!

Before we jump into today’s Queue, let’s take a quick trip back to see how well the answers from my first Queue hold up.

It may be a new year, but I’m feeling basically the same as I felt yesterday. It’s a new day, but tomorrow’s a new day too.

Let’s tackle this brand new day together with a brand new Queue.

I had the option of handing this Queue off to another writer. It’s a holiday, after all, and my gracious coworkers/bosses are kind enough to recognize that it’s okay to take holidays off. But the last Queue of not only the year, but of 2020 specifically? I had to write that.

So, please join me as we say [REDACTED] to 2020 with a Queuestravaganza!

Let’s go to the Maw everybody
Come on Jaina, come on Thrally,
Let’s go to the Maw you will be sorry
Put on your armored mage glove
And your cool gigantic beads
In the Maw, the Jailer looks down on us from above

It’s the Queue. Let’s all go to the Maw.

I didn’t think it was possible to be more exhausted than I was last week (or was it the week before last?) but as it turns out, a diet rich in cookies and not much else will really take a lot out of you.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we answer them while our pancreas silently begs us to eat a damn vegetable, any vegetable, please.

It’s my final Queue for 2020! It’s hard to believe that we’re almost out of this year. We’re in the final three days, that’s practically nothing — we can do it! Hold on that little bit more and we’ll soon put 2020 in the rearview mirror where it belongs.

Without further ado, it’s time for — the Queue.

Hello, Queue! I hope you are having a lovely Friday.

We are now turning your lovely Friday into a lovely Friday of talking about video games.

Hello and happy Thursday, Queuemans! No matter how you do or don’t celebrate the holidays, I hope you are all having a great week and that this time of year isn’t too hard on you. And if it is, you always have myself, the Queuemans, and apparently a whole lot of “thank you!” bots to keep you company.

(For real, though, if this time of year is hard on you, please don’t hesitate to reach out <3)

Anyhow, let’s get our Winter Veil stockings hung, set some cookies out for Greatfather Winter, and have a sit in front of the Queuele Log.

Either you understand the reference, in which case I think it’s very nice of you to give that dead woman another chance, or you do not, in which case we take you live to Spencer’s Gifts.

It’s the Queue. They rocked us like a hurricane, sir.

I wrote this Queue during the longest night of the longest year of all our lives, so it seemed fitting to take the opportunity to go play my favorite non-Blizzard game. Even more appropriately, one of the main dangers in The Long Dark is a literal blizzard. However, unfortunately, the game actively discourages me from making friends with bears.

This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we’re grateful you do, because we can stay warm by the light of our monitors while we answer.