The Queue

What a weird Wednesday we’ve wandered into, where one writer is — without warning — whisked away to write wisecracks in response to your whimsical wonderings. We will begin with a question which, as I am wont to do, wrecks this word-warfare with woeful wit.

“What?” you wonder. “Wreck in what way?”

Well, see, the question is about… Heroes of the Storm.

I mean, I don’t think I am, but reality is all about perspective, and with enough smoke and enough mirrors between writer and Queue, who knows who I am. I guess you’ll just have to live with the mystery.

Surprise! It’s me! I’m filling in for Jovan, who was supposed to fill in for Adam. There are a lot more comments to sift through when you have a full weekend’s worth of ’em, lemme tell you — although fairly close to the same amount of questions, go figure!

Anyhow, I hope you all had a fantastic weekend! I saw It last night and was very happy with the film. I mean, as happy as one can be when confronted with a killer clown monster thing but still. Worth checking out if you can stand horror films. What did you all do this weekend?

The above image comes courtesy of Gorquen: “Today’s Fanart Friday contribution is inspired by those moments when you find yourself (frequently during holiday events) on public transportation next to a member (or members) of the other faction.
Should I emote at them? If I target them, does that count as a hostile action? Should we just continue to awkwardly ignore one another? Why won’t this tram go faster?”

Though I like Galdwynn’s take on it: “RC and Mitch share a subway car.”

Life is weird. Last week I was sitting in a chair having needles and lasers shot into my eyes, this week I’m writing the Queue. Every time I get the injections and lasers I’m reminded that my eyesight is a fleeting thing, that eventually I’ll be too blind to write and Queue’s like this (and all of my books) will be just memories of when I could still do it. So I’m a bit wistful today, sitting down to look over your questions, because I know I’ll eventually not be able to anymore.

Still, while I can still see well enough to do it, I might as well do the best I can at it. So here’s the Queue, written by me.

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I hit 110 on my Forsaken Priest last week. I get the distinct impression that Khadgar isn’t terribly fond of my little undead adventurer. One floating head just wasn’t enough to make sure she wasn’t being shady. Of course she’s Shadow, so technically she’s always shady, but hey we don’t need to tell Khadgar that. Let’s answer your questions instead. I’m sure Khadgar would be much happier with that, right?

After deciding in yesterday’s Queue comments that Mitch is, in fact, Nick, all he had to say was, “it seems to be related to a Disney movie I have not seen.” Horror! Heresy!

But I can’t be expected to teach the poor kid everything. Someone else is going to have to handle this, because we have questions to answer and they aren’t from Mitch at all—

Aw, crap.

…Oh fudge. Way to drop the ball, Past Mitch!

I hope you’re all enjoying your last day of summer by staying inside and helping the Army of the Light.

Welcome back to The Queue, our daily Q&A feature for all of Blizzard’s games! Have a question for the Blizzard Watch staff? Leave it in the comments!

I firmly believe that Thelbus Wimblenod is going to save us all. Without shoes. Because he’s just that kind of hero.

…either that or he’s going to turn out to secretly be a member of the Burning Legion that managed to infiltrate the Vindicaar with his mild-mannered, shoeless gnome disguise. One of those two things. Probably.

Sadly, instead of the power to shoot lasers out of my eyes, by the time you read this I will have already been sat down in a chair and had lasers shot into my eyes instead. They will be burning holes in my retina in the hopes of preserving what waning vision I have left (I’m going blind, as I’m sure you’re all sick to death of hearing about by now) and so I’m not likely to gain the power to shoot said lasers back out again.

Still, one can dream.

This is the Queue. Anne and I switched days because I’m really not going to be up for doing this tomorrow. Likely I’m just going to be lying in the dark trying not to cry. But hey, right now I’m here, so let’s have some questions.