We've been getting more dribs and drabs of potential lore from datamining and players in the Shadowlands beta, and I wanted to focus on one line we've gotten from The Other Side dungeon, and how it feeds into what we've already seen from the Maw starter experience.

So my wife and I went out into the woods last night and she took pictures of the sky. They’re pretty amazing, because she’s pretty amazing. I’m ridiculously proud of her.

Anyway, here we are, it’s the Queue.

Say what you will about him, there is one truth we can all agree with: Nathanos Blightcaller is one of the most controversial figures in World of Warcraft.

Watching the Afterlives: Maldraxxus short, my first thought was wow, Draka's pretty badass.

Unlike Uther, Draka's presence in Maldraxxus is no secret.

Y’know, I wrote that title with the intention of riffing on “global cooldown,” but then I read it and thought it might come off as a comment on global warming. It’s a fun title, though, so I kept it. And now you all know it was about the global cooldown, so we’re clear there.

Right. What was I doing? Oh yeah!

Time to Queue up, partner!

It's the barbershop, isn't it?

The concept of cosmetic items and appearances for video game characters is not a new one, but wings in Diablo 3 hold a special place in my heart.

Is it time to rejoice yet?

Lately I think a lot about the passage of time and how each of us are essentially, and constantly, undergoing a process of being carved and sculpted by life, by time and our experiences. We start off unformed, with a whole life of possibility in front of us, but we move forward through time and as we do, we become as much what we didn’t do as what we did. We are what we’ve chosen, what we’ve experienced, what we become is the parts that were cut from us. The dreams we didn’t make real. The moments of loss, of goodbyes unsaid, of love left behind.

We make fun of Illidan sometimes for being a bit emo, but I think I am my scars was the most profound thing anyone’s ever said in World of Warcraft. We are what we’ve lost. Every moment that passes shapes us. We are made up of our choices, of the things we’ve done, and the things we didn’t do.

This is the Queue.