Critical Gamer writes: Apologies to anyone who queued for three hours to play Brink on Friday, specifically those queuing when I bunked the fence. I would not have done it had it not been for the comedic moment when a clan mate and I, having just asked the perimeter guard if there was a queue (it was tucked round the back and we didn’t see it at first), witnessed a lad slip under the cordon and plonk himself down on a stool, right in front of the foot soldier, who did nothing about it. That’s like a red rag to a bull in my eyes. Do it, said my brain. I did it. I regret it, but not as much as I would have regretted not trying this game out.