The Queue
The Queue: Playable Vrykul When?
I really want playable Vrykuls — we even have a leader all ready to go — and the fact we don’t have them yet is super disappointing. The culture of the Norse combined with the fashion sense of Dwarves? Who wouldn’t want to play them?
So while my wishes continue to fall on deaf ears, I’ve gone ahead and made my own Vrykul-y human. And before you get on me for making him a Paladin, remember that the Prot Pally artifact Truthguard was once possessed by a Vrykul. Someday a Vrykul Paladin will wield Truthguard in combat again, but until that day, let’s answer some questions!
The Queue: I am so tired
Oh, hi disordered sleeping patterns.
Hey, did you know a bag of potatoes could actually liquify in less than a couple of months and turn into a disgusting slurry of decay and putrescence so nightmarish that H.P. Lovecraft would have stopped being racist long enough to complain that you were using too many adjectives to describe it? No? Well it’s true, and the smell it makes will require you to bust out the cleaning vinegar — oh, and by the way, there’s vinegar that comes in cleaning strength, and it smells so strongly of vinegar that you’ll never believe anything could ever smell bad enough that you’d want to use it to clean anything, but by God a bag of potatoes that have gone Super-Shoggoth on you will absolutely do it — and just scrub every surface where the foul abhorrence of undead potato funk has so much as dripped.
I had to throw out the little blender we used to use for pet food because it was just smothered in potato gunk. Something inside it actually cracked when I lifted it off of the cupboard floor. I did not sleep at all last night just from the memory of the smell.
Anyway, here’s the Queue. Rotten potatoes actually smell worse than dead people, something I wish profoundly I didn’t know.
The Queue: My own personal h*ck
We have pantry moths. Word to the wise, pantry moths become moths after being pantry larva. I don’t want to elaborate much more, other than I feel like I should give the Diablo 4 team a guided tour of my kitchen right now, just so they can capture this degree of creeping, disgusting horror. Or maybe Tirion Fordring circa 2006, just for a quick snack.
This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and hopefully you’ll forgive how short some of the answers are today, because I’m googling “how to make homemade flamethrower.”
The Queue: How many birthdays we got in here?
Dang, so many of you had your birthdays over the weekend!
Happy birthday to Eno, Tiger Hawke, and FuzzyBunny!
While I try and figure out if there was a major holiday nine months ago, it’s time for — The Queue.
The Queue: Let’s write the Queue before 3am!
I really tried to get the Queue written before 3am, but as usual, it didn’t work out. This is probably why every time I write the Queue I just feel tired. It’s a pavlovian response.
Also it’s past 3am (for me), so I’d better get to answering these questions.
The Queue: Heck yeah, Splatoon 3!
Do I really need to say it? Splatoon 3 comes out at midnight tonight and I’m very, very excited. Not necessarily because I think it’s going to be GOTY or the next big thing but rather because it’s just good ol’ fun. Also I love Splatfests and they consistently make for a fun Queue topic, so I’m really looking forward to those coming back as well.
But enough about Splatoon 3. Let’s talk about The Queue.
The Queue: Tony Danza
Some of you will get it.
The Queue: Thee Stallions
I heard these were trending on Twitter, so I’m jumping on the bandwagon.
This is The Queue, where you ask us questions and we would answer, but we’re about to let it ride.
The Queue: Freedom!
I honestly forgot what I was going to say here because while I was procrastinating writing the Queue, I actually finally got the Blackhand Mythic mount!
I’ve been farming that once a week on my Druid for a long, long, long time. It took until its 170th kill for it to drop. There are about another 100 attempts scattered across my other characters, but the Druid was the only consistent one that I was running Blackhand on. Especially since I had it down to a quick post-raid routine. Take my garrison portal, use the mole machine to go to Gorgrond, fly up to the boundary, and kill Blackhand — five minutes, easy peasy. Now I don’t even have to think about it anymore! I’m free!
While I figure out what’s next on the old mount list to hunt for, it’s time for — The Queue.
The Queue: For the light!
I admit, I don’t trust the light with everything. (It didn’t do Tirion much good in the end, after all.) But it is pleasantly glowy, and sometimes that’s all you need.



