User talk:Neitiznot/Archive 9

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Y u no read description on the sig's page? 17:11, April 18, 2013 (UTC)

RE:Finally
<3 <3 <3 12:39, April 20, 2013 (UTC)
 * "The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." ‒ Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 10:14, April 22, 2013 (UTC)
 * If we kill them all slowly, its still balanced ^_^ 14:22, April 23, 2013 (UTC)

RE:I am a noob
Caek? 18:53, April 21, 2013 (UTC)

Re:First
grrnbbll go bug Mol with that 20:12, May 1, 2013 (UTC)
 * [[File:Eek chathead.png]]!!!! 19:16, May 2, 2013 (UTC)

OYFG
Moliem-Webster 2011:
 * Loser … 5: One who insists on asserting their perceived place or position in a public forum of discussion of any sort by explicating their ordinal position of entry into the discussion.

Yes you are. 20:34, May 6, 2013 (UTC)

Re:Hey!
^_^ 16:07, May 14, 2013 (UTC)

Re:Regarding RfAs on 2007Scape Wiki
Nub 03:32, June 7, 2013 (UTC)

¡noʎ ʞuɐɥʇ
Aw, I love you too. I'm only at 24k something though! On this wiki at least and, hey, what else counts? ;-} 17:59, June 21, 2013 (UTC)
 * Yes, sir! 18:35, June 21, 2013 (UTC)
 * I do have over 28k actually. I must be blind or something.  08:38, June 26, 2013 (UTC)

Hai
caek 14:24, June 23, 2013 (UTC)

Re:UotM
It seems as if I might be the lucky last: Forum:Abolish UotM. 04:15, July 5, 2013 (UTC)
 * Awesome, thanks :D 16:05, July 5, 2013 (UTC)
 * Says he who is continuously causing me to receive notifications letting me know that I have new messages on my talk page =P 16:09, July 5, 2013 (UTC)

Re:spam
Dafuq are you talking about? Stop complaining about how awesome I am :P 08:29, July 6, 2013 (UTC)
 * nub, i iz №1 on teh old school wiki! 08:36, July 6, 2013 (UTC)
 * Can we go back to speaking proper English? 08:52, July 6, 2013 (UTC)
 * You lose! But seriously, speak proper English. 10:08, July 6, 2013 (UTC)

You're invited to my trim party!
Find out the details here. --BrenRS (talk) 02:27, July 19, 2013 (UTC)

Re:Sux0r
get 3k edits on this wiki kthxbai 07:05, July 23, 2013 (UTC)
 * i haz 3k edits on oldschool kthxbai 05:40, July 26, 2013 (UTC)

Re: rndm
You're welcome… nub =P 02:33, July 26, 2013 (UTC)

The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -

Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -

This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -

Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -

'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -

Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -

Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -

On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'

Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -

Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore

Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,

But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee

Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -

Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -

On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -

Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -

`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted - nevermore!

--Edgar Allan Poe 08:11, July 31, 2013 (UTC)

RE:First
Hey, how's it going? Smithing (talk &#124; contribs) 13:21, August 4, 2013 (UTC)
 * I'm good, just preparing for my final exam. I really need to get a good mark on it. Smithing (talk &#124; contribs) 17:20, August 6, 2013 (UTC)

New pages
If you're not going to put anything on the page other than the stub template and a few categories, then don't make the page. 11:25, August 13, 2013 (UTC)

Re:hey
What? That's not spam. I'm not switching to my bot to make 5 edits, especially when I'm creating new articles. 18:16, November 6, 2013 (UTC)

RE: Fix your face
Better now? 00:15, November 18, 2013 (UTC)

RE:megadog?
Nay, tiz not. 22:51, November 23, 2013 (UTC)

Answering your question
Although I'm not sure what it was, so I'll give the two most likely.


 * 1) TyBot updates the GE prices, which is a lot of pages and it builds up to that edit count.
 * 2) Temu did that by putting "!tell Neitiznot You're a nub" into chat, to be triggered by your next action in there.  12:12, December 15, 2013 (UTC)

found your helm


17:54, March 4, 2014 (UTC)
 * Glad you like it :p 19:27, March 4, 2014 (UTC)

==Noooooooooob ==

Y u need to annoy me 16:00, March 31, 2014 (UTC)

ur sig broke

just like ur face

ahahaha 16:59, April 1, 2014 (UTC)


 * Neit wat is dis 16:59, April 1, 2014 (UTC)


 * what happened? :o 19:48, April 1, 2014 (UTC)
 * ur face 20:06, April 1, 2014 (UTC)


 * Wat r u talkin bout idk wat is dis 20:14, April 1, 2014 (UTC)
 * I'M INNOCENT! 20:16, April 3, 2014 (UTC)