The Queue: Glorious!
Last night was my favorite raid of the season — we got our Glory of the Vault Raider achievements!
There were some pretty good ones in this raid tier. I like the call back to the Lurker Below and the name of Raszageth’s achievement. I also liked how none of them were personal achievements, it felt good to all succeed together as a raid team, and not have to wait for everyone in the group to be able to dodge all of the mechanics flawlessly in a fight.
I will say though that I have reached my limit of appreciating achievements where you get bounced into the air in a fight and have to collect orbs. I could do without those going forward. They’re always the most awkward achievement to get out of the run, and usually, the solution is to just throw Demon Hunters and Evokers at the problem. I would accept having to use Chrashin Thrashin toys, or the Eye of Kilrog style toys where you control a smaller vehicle and have to drive that through things as a replacement for the next bounced up for orbs achieve.
While I figure out who to submit that idea to on the Warcraft team, it’s time for — The Queue!
What kind of character would the “real world you” be in World of Warcraft?
Blizzard Watch Weekly Wrap-up: The latest about Diablo 4 and the WoW Trading Post
Tavern Watch Plays Weirs 10: The undead baby dragon amalgamation of your nightmares
How to get Primordial Ashes in Diablo 3 Season 28 for your Altar of Rites
The Queue: It isn’t Friday (I’m only imagining it)
It can’t possibly be Friday (again). I must be imagining it. I’m just filling in on the Queue for…. someone. Probably. Because it’s definitely not Friday.
Blizzard Watch Podcast: What new specs should Blizzard add to WoW classes?
What makes you try out a game mode?
The must-visit party spots in Valdrakken
The Queue: Time’s Winged Chariot
But at my back I always hear/
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;/
And yonder all before us lie/
Deserts of vast eternity./
Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress
Yeah, turns out instead of being a Kree Supersoldier, Marvell was a British poet who, like a lot of other poets since poetry started, was really concerned that he should be having sex right now because we could die at any moment so it really makes sense to get all your boning in up front as much as possible.
Okay, so he did other stuff too like write things directly addressing Oliver Cromwell and convincing Charles II to not execute John Milton once Chuck was back on the English throne. But his poetical version of we’re all gonna die anyway, let’s get it on while we still can has always stuck with me as the classiest frat bro come on I’ve ever seen.



