The Queue

You know, I’m guessing all those old raid bosses are already mad enough, seeing as how we can merrily tromp into their former fortresses and defeat them in a matter of seconds. But I’m pretty sure nothing is more downright humiliating as when a would-be hero takes a moment to stop, reflect, and snap a selfie before going on a stomping spree and nabbing all the loot.

I think I need to get selfies with all the raid bosses, now. Just for my own personal collection. Hm, who to tackle next? While I ponder that, let’s answer some questions.

Look, someone asked. It’s totally in bounds.

Hearthstone isn’t always (at least not for me) good fun… I’m not particularly good at it and never make it very far if I try to play competitively. Still, I enjoy tuning in to watch Matticus talk about it and, oddly, I had a lot of trouble turning away from this week’s not-quite-endless Hearthstone turn. There was just something about the soothing rhythm of the ongoing barrage of Arcane Missiles that was hard to look away from.

But now that that’s come to an end, we can get back to the business of answering Queue questions.

I’ve been running a lot of old raids for Raiding With Leashes lately. The nostalgia is strong. I still hate Ahn’Qiraj, but I’m a crazy person who actually enjoyed the old Silithus grind.

Welcome back to The Queue, where I am your host while Adam is out of town this week. Today we have a surprising number of questions about a certain Mr. Fox Van Allen, and since we’d hate to make you wait, let’s get right to answering them.

Oh, Isle of Quel’Danas. I still miss you fondly.

I’m pretty sure this is the best selfie I’ve ever taken on my draenei character, and it has nothing to do with my character and everything to do with the utterly disgusted glare from the woman behind her. I do find myself wishing that we had “pose” buttons on our camera bars that would let us do an emote with a push of a button while we were happily snapping our selfies. I almost think I’d like that better than the camera filters!

Mr. Grubbs, let’s be honest, here. You’re … well I hate to say it, but you’re a grub. Which is sort of like one step removed from a worm. Which means that the very last place you should probably be wandering is the Fishing Shack, because let’s face it, Mak’jin over there probably thinks you look like some pretty amazing bait. So if you could kindly restrict your afternoon jaunts to the other side of the garrison, that would be great.

I worry about my pets sometimes.

Getting into the questions fast for this edition of The Queue. Why? Because druids.

Look, if there’s something wrong with becoming a tornado of swording and slicey stabby killing everything around you, then I am proud to be wrong.

Let’s do the Queue folks.