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PostSubject: Re: Quote Chain Thread   Sat Apr 28, 2012 8:34 pm

Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Fenway wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Keon wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
ACH0225 wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Keon wrote:
Fenway wrote:
Keon wrote:
Laserbilly wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
Jack Root wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lets see how long of a chain we can make!
Good idea!
Indeed!
Yes, it was. Thank you, all. I know you are amazed by my genius in thinking up this thread.
Picture was here
I think putting a picture in counts as vandalism.
My actual message: excellent, we now get to examine the hyperbolic structure of a quote chain.
Sure, let me fix up the formatting a bit.
Everyone loves chain mail!
Send this quote chain to three of your friends and I won't ban you. See, real chain letter incentive! (I can't actually ban.)
But I can! *Trollface.jpg*
You can? I must be missing some button or something.
Nothing.
China.
Having one message in red disrupts the flow of the entire chain.
There is a disturbance in the chain! THATS NO MOON!
moon? i'd rather you not....
...you might take someone's eye out.
precisly
Indeed. Now what?
For one, the chain is not completely hyperbolic. For two see below

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
Now it is ze time on Sprockets ven ve dance!
You forgot my quote.
I didn't see it. Look at the times. You posted in the same minute as me.
But I did post before you, and the website sends you a message if someone posts something before you do.


This topic is spam-tastic!

I dont like the arch this quote chain is making. I will make a bigger arch! By shriiiiiiiinking!
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold, where no man delves
They lay there long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
The men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire, more fierce that fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
They fled their hall, to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the Misty Mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him.

I love the Hobbit, it is so much better than the Lord of the Rings, and it's songs are so much better Smile

Does anyone know when the The Hobbit movie is coming out?
December 12, I believe.
Excellent. I am looking forward to that.
Midnight showing. I guess I need to go to Australia, they would have midnight earlier.

The first part, An Unexpected Journey, is coming out December 14, 2012, the second part, There and Back Again, is coming out December 13, 2013.
Midnight? And if so, does Mackeroth get to see it sooner?

I'm glad they're doing it in two parts; otherwise, there just wouldn't be enough time to fit in all the good parts.
The problem is all the extra @#$% they're adding in.

Just wondering has anyone played the new prototype yet? If you have can u tell me if it is good?
What prototype?

Ignoring the previous few comments: I doubt I will see it sooner than all of you, I'm probably not going to the midnight showing. In fact, the Edge Cinema has never had a midnight showing. I think...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THOSE QUOTES ! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF SPOILERS ????
Spoilers remove the point.

GOOD LUCK THEN ... WHEN THE QUOTES WILL START CHASING YOU AT NIGHTS WELL MEET AGAIN !!!

Wouldn't the correct form be at night?

Indeed. If you want to make a memorable speech, at least do it properly.

And use correct grammar, punctuation, and accent (and spelling too, if it is a typed up or written speech)

Properly. Thank you.

Your welcome

lol

Whoever the quotes overflow on wins.
What?

When the posts become too large that the forum stops you from posting.

That would be hilarious.

Lets try! :p

Sure.

If
It
Fails,
At
Least
We
Have
The
Biggest
Chain
Ever.

This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE (x2)

Its so big -_-


THAT is what SHE said.

Now we have 3 different song/poem things in our chain!! Smile

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 heart 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 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 an instant 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 will he 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, 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 violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamo-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint 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 tha 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 tha 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!


Make it 4!

Or 5:

This, that my hand must never touch;
    This, that my eyes must never see;
This, that my heart has craved so much;
    This, that was never meant for me;
I will not say, that the world may hear:
    "I have not longed for it, no, not I!"
I will say: "Though lovely and fair and dear,
    It is mine to conquer and put it by."
 
Now, mine the sacrifice, mine the pain
    And the bitterness till the struggle cease.
Then, mine the glory and mine the gain,
    And mine the triumph, and mine the peace.
O hand, be steady! O heart, be strong!
    'Tis not for this we shall faint and die!
Though tempted sorely and tempted long,
    It is ours to conquer and put it by.

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Such a long quote chain....

(To hyperlite) That didn't even do anything, at least put words on here, not useless and meaningless dots.



I put the dots to make the chain longer, instead of a poem.

At least poems make sense.



What is so hard to understand about dots? They are dots!

I never said they were hard to understand, they just don't make sense if you even glance at the context. You have someone posting Nevermore by Edgar Allan Poe, a poem posted by me, and then random dots by you.
Who cares? There just dots.

There must be some sort of coherence to this quote thread or else the Grey Knights will have to be sent in to fight off Chaos.
Btw is there a world record for the longest amount of chain quotes because if there is i think we should try to break it.

There is a limit to it because eventually you won't be able to post because there are too many words.
Look. The quote is all there, but it gets cut off at the top of the post.

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PostSubject: Re: Quote Chain Thread   Sat Apr 28, 2012 9:15 pm

Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Fenway wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Keon wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
ACH0225 wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Keon wrote:
Fenway wrote:
Keon wrote:
Laserbilly wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
Jack Root wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lets see how long of a chain we can make!
Good idea!
Indeed!
Yes, it was. Thank you, all. I know you are amazed by my genius in thinking up this thread.
Picture was here
I think putting a picture in counts as vandalism.
My actual message: excellent, we now get to examine the hyperbolic structure of a quote chain.
Sure, let me fix up the formatting a bit.
Everyone loves chain mail!
Send this quote chain to three of your friends and I won't ban you. See, real chain letter incentive! (I can't actually ban.)
But I can! *Trollface.jpg*
You can? I must be missing some button or something.
Nothing.
China.
Having one message in red disrupts the flow of the entire chain.
There is a disturbance in the chain! THATS NO MOON!
moon? i'd rather you not....
...you might take someone's eye out.
precisly
Indeed. Now what?
For one, the chain is not completely hyperbolic. For two see below

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
Now it is ze time on Sprockets ven ve dance!
You forgot my quote.
I didn't see it. Look at the times. You posted in the same minute as me.
But I did post before you, and the website sends you a message if someone posts something before you do.


This topic is spam-tastic!

I dont like the arch this quote chain is making. I will make a bigger arch! By shriiiiiiiinking!
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold, where no man delves
They lay there long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
The men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire, more fierce that fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
They fled their hall, to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the Misty Mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him.

I love the Hobbit, it is so much better than the Lord of the Rings, and it's songs are so much better Smile

Does anyone know when the The Hobbit movie is coming out?
December 12, I believe.
Excellent. I am looking forward to that.
Midnight showing. I guess I need to go to Australia, they would have midnight earlier.

The first part, An Unexpected Journey, is coming out December 14, 2012, the second part, There and Back Again, is coming out December 13, 2013.
Midnight? And if so, does Mackeroth get to see it sooner?

I'm glad they're doing it in two parts; otherwise, there just wouldn't be enough time to fit in all the good parts.
The problem is all the extra @#$% they're adding in.

Just wondering has anyone played the new prototype yet? If you have can u tell me if it is good?
What prototype?

Ignoring the previous few comments: I doubt I will see it sooner than all of you, I'm probably not going to the midnight showing. In fact, the Edge Cinema has never had a midnight showing. I think...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THOSE QUOTES ! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF SPOILERS ????
Spoilers remove the point.

GOOD LUCK THEN ... WHEN THE QUOTES WILL START CHASING YOU AT NIGHTS WELL MEET AGAIN !!!

Wouldn't the correct form be at night?

Indeed. If you want to make a memorable speech, at least do it properly.

And use correct grammar, punctuation, and accent (and spelling too, if it is a typed up or written speech)

Properly. Thank you.

Your welcome

lol

Whoever the quotes overflow on wins.
What?

When the posts become too large that the forum stops you from posting.

That would be hilarious.

Lets try! :p

Sure.

If
It
Fails,
At
Least
We
Have
The
Biggest
Chain
Ever.

This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE (x2)

Its so big -_-


THAT is what SHE said.

Now we have 3 different song/poem things in our chain!! Smile

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 heart 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 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 an instant 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 will he 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, 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 violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamo-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint 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 tha 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 tha 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!


Make it 4!

Or 5:

This, that my hand must never touch;
    This, that my eyes must never see;
This, that my heart has craved so much;
    This, that was never meant for me;
I will not say, that the world may hear:
    "I have not longed for it, no, not I!"
I will say: "Though lovely and fair and dear,
    It is mine to conquer and put it by."
 
Now, mine the sacrifice, mine the pain
    And the bitterness till the struggle cease.
Then, mine the glory and mine the gain,
    And mine the triumph, and mine the peace.
O hand, be steady! O heart, be strong!
    'Tis not for this we shall faint and die!
Though tempted sorely and tempted long,
    It is ours to conquer and put it by.

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Such a long quote chain....

(To hyperlite) That didn't even do anything, at least put words on here, not useless and meaningless dots.



I put the dots to make the chain longer, instead of a poem.

At least poems make sense.



What is so hard to understand about dots? They are dots!

I never said they were hard to understand, they just don't make sense if you even glance at the context. You have someone posting Nevermore by Edgar Allan Poe, a poem posted by me, and then random dots by you.
Who cares? There just dots.

There must be some sort of coherence to this quote thread or else the Grey Knights will have to be sent in to fight off Chaos.
Btw is there a world record for the longest amount of chain quotes because if there is i think we should try to break it.

There is a limit to it because eventually you won't be able to post because there are too many words.
Look. The quote is all there, but it gets cut off at the top of the post.
Well that sucks. Oh well...
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PostSubject: Re: Quote Chain Thread   Sat Apr 28, 2012 9:45 pm

oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Fenway wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Keon wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
ACH0225 wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Keon wrote:
Fenway wrote:
Keon wrote:
Laserbilly wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
Jack Root wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lets see how long of a chain we can make!
Good idea!
Indeed!
Yes, it was. Thank you, all. I know you are amazed by my genius in thinking up this thread.
Picture was here
I think putting a picture in counts as vandalism.
My actual message: excellent, we now get to examine the hyperbolic structure of a quote chain.
Sure, let me fix up the formatting a bit.
Everyone loves chain mail!
Send this quote chain to three of your friends and I won't ban you. See, real chain letter incentive! (I can't actually ban.)
But I can! *Trollface.jpg*
You can? I must be missing some button or something.
Nothing.
China.
Having one message in red disrupts the flow of the entire chain.
There is a disturbance in the chain! THATS NO MOON!
moon? i'd rather you not....
...you might take someone's eye out.
precisly
Indeed. Now what?
For one, the chain is not completely hyperbolic. For two see below

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
Now it is ze time on Sprockets ven ve dance!
You forgot my quote.
I didn't see it. Look at the times. You posted in the same minute as me.
But I did post before you, and the website sends you a message if someone posts something before you do.


This topic is spam-tastic!

I dont like the arch this quote chain is making. I will make a bigger arch! By shriiiiiiiinking!
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold, where no man delves
They lay there long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
The men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire, more fierce that fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
They fled their hall, to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the Misty Mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him.

I love the Hobbit, it is so much better than the Lord of the Rings, and it's songs are so much better Smile

Does anyone know when the The Hobbit movie is coming out?
December 12, I believe.
Excellent. I am looking forward to that.
Midnight showing. I guess I need to go to Australia, they would have midnight earlier.

The first part, An Unexpected Journey, is coming out December 14, 2012, the second part, There and Back Again, is coming out December 13, 2013.
Midnight? And if so, does Mackeroth get to see it sooner?

I'm glad they're doing it in two parts; otherwise, there just wouldn't be enough time to fit in all the good parts.
The problem is all the extra @#$% they're adding in.

Just wondering has anyone played the new prototype yet? If you have can u tell me if it is good?
What prototype?

Ignoring the previous few comments: I doubt I will see it sooner than all of you, I'm probably not going to the midnight showing. In fact, the Edge Cinema has never had a midnight showing. I think...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THOSE QUOTES ! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF SPOILERS ????
Spoilers remove the point.

GOOD LUCK THEN ... WHEN THE QUOTES WILL START CHASING YOU AT NIGHTS WELL MEET AGAIN !!!

Wouldn't the correct form be at night?

Indeed. If you want to make a memorable speech, at least do it properly.

And use correct grammar, punctuation, and accent (and spelling too, if it is a typed up or written speech)

Properly. Thank you.

Your welcome

lol

Whoever the quotes overflow on wins.
What?

When the posts become too large that the forum stops you from posting.

That would be hilarious.

Lets try! :p

Sure.

If
It
Fails,
At
Least
We
Have
The
Biggest
Chain
Ever.

This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE (x2)

Its so big -_-


THAT is what SHE said.

Now we have 3 different song/poem things in our chain!! Smile

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 heart 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 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 an instant 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 will he 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, 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 violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamo-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint 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 tha 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 tha 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!


Make it 4!

Or 5:

This, that my hand must never touch;
    This, that my eyes must never see;
This, that my heart has craved so much;
    This, that was never meant for me;
I will not say, that the world may hear:
    "I have not longed for it, no, not I!"
I will say: "Though lovely and fair and dear,
    It is mine to conquer and put it by."
 
Now, mine the sacrifice, mine the pain
    And the bitterness till the struggle cease.
Then, mine the glory and mine the gain,
    And mine the triumph, and mine the peace.
O hand, be steady! O heart, be strong!
    'Tis not for this we shall faint and die!
Though tempted sorely and tempted long,
    It is ours to conquer and put it by.

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Such a long quote chain....

(To hyperlite) That didn't even do anything, at least put words on here, not useless and meaningless dots.



I put the dots to make the chain longer, instead of a poem.

At least poems make sense.



What is so hard to understand about dots? They are dots!

I never said they were hard to understand, they just don't make sense if you even glance at the context. You have someone posting Nevermore by Edgar Allan Poe, a poem posted by me, and then random dots by you.
Who cares? There just dots.

There must be some sort of coherence to this quote thread or else the Grey Knights will have to be sent in to fight off Chaos.
Btw is there a world record for the longest amount of chain quotes because if there is i think we should try to break it.

There is a limit to it because eventually you won't be able to post because there are too many words.
Look. The quote is all there, but it gets cut off at the top of the post.
Well that sucks. Oh well...


Once upon a midnight dreary,
Fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high
and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat here doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line,
I took a floppy from the drawer.

Typing with a steady hand,
I then invoked the "save" command
But got instead a reprimand:
It read, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
Was this some occult illusion?
Some maniacal type intrusion?
These were choices Solomon himself,
Had never faced before.

Carefully I weighed my options...
These three seemed to be the top ones.
Clearly I must now adopt one;
choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore?
With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending,
Hoping all would be restored

Praying for some guarantee,
Finally I pressed a key.
But what on the screen did I see?
Again "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
I tried to catch the chips off guard -
I pressed again, but twice as hard,
But luck was just not on the cards,
I saw what I had seen before.

Now I typed in desperation
Trying random combinations.
Still there came the incantation
"Abort, Retry, Ignore."
There I sat, distraught, exhausted,
By my own machine accosted
Getting up, I turned away
And paced across the office floor.

And then I saw an awful sight
A bold and blinding flash of light
A lightening bolt that cut the night,
And shook me to my very core.
The PC screen collapsed and died.
"OH NO! MY DATABASE!" I cried.
I heard a distant voice reply,
"You'll see your spreadsheets nevermore!"

To this day I do not know
The place to which our data goes.
Perhaps it goes to heaven,
Where the angels have it stored.
But as for Productivity, well,
I fear this has gone straight to Hell.
And that's the tale I have to tell -
Your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore.

THAT is the real version.
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PostSubject: Re: Quote Chain Thread   Sat Apr 28, 2012 9:58 pm

ZeoNet wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Fenway wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Keon wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
ACH0225 wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Keon wrote:
Fenway wrote:
Keon wrote:
Laserbilly wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
Jack Root wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lets see how long of a chain we can make!
Good idea!
Indeed!
Yes, it was. Thank you, all. I know you are amazed by my genius in thinking up this thread.
Picture was here
I think putting a picture in counts as vandalism.
My actual message: excellent, we now get to examine the hyperbolic structure of a quote chain.
Sure, let me fix up the formatting a bit.
Everyone loves chain mail!
Send this quote chain to three of your friends and I won't ban you. See, real chain letter incentive! (I can't actually ban.)
But I can! *Trollface.jpg*
You can? I must be missing some button or something.
Nothing.
China.
Having one message in red disrupts the flow of the entire chain.
There is a disturbance in the chain! THATS NO MOON!
moon? i'd rather you not....
...you might take someone's eye out.
precisly
Indeed. Now what?
For one, the chain is not completely hyperbolic. For two see below

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
Now it is ze time on Sprockets ven ve dance!
You forgot my quote.
I didn't see it. Look at the times. You posted in the same minute as me.
But I did post before you, and the website sends you a message if someone posts something before you do.


This topic is spam-tastic!

I dont like the arch this quote chain is making. I will make a bigger arch! By shriiiiiiiinking!
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold, where no man delves
They lay there long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
The men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire, more fierce that fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
They fled their hall, to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the Misty Mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him.

I love the Hobbit, it is so much better than the Lord of the Rings, and it's songs are so much better Smile

Does anyone know when the The Hobbit movie is coming out?
December 12, I believe.
Excellent. I am looking forward to that.
Midnight showing. I guess I need to go to Australia, they would have midnight earlier.

The first part, An Unexpected Journey, is coming out December 14, 2012, the second part, There and Back Again, is coming out December 13, 2013.
Midnight? And if so, does Mackeroth get to see it sooner?

I'm glad they're doing it in two parts; otherwise, there just wouldn't be enough time to fit in all the good parts.
The problem is all the extra @#$% they're adding in.

Just wondering has anyone played the new prototype yet? If you have can u tell me if it is good?
What prototype?

Ignoring the previous few comments: I doubt I will see it sooner than all of you, I'm probably not going to the midnight showing. In fact, the Edge Cinema has never had a midnight showing. I think...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THOSE QUOTES ! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF SPOILERS ????
Spoilers remove the point.

GOOD LUCK THEN ... WHEN THE QUOTES WILL START CHASING YOU AT NIGHTS WELL MEET AGAIN !!!

Wouldn't the correct form be at night?

Indeed. If you want to make a memorable speech, at least do it properly.

And use correct grammar, punctuation, and accent (and spelling too, if it is a typed up or written speech)

Properly. Thank you.

Your welcome

lol

Whoever the quotes overflow on wins.
What?

When the posts become too large that the forum stops you from posting.

That would be hilarious.

Lets try! :p

Sure.

If
It
Fails,
At
Least
We
Have
The
Biggest
Chain
Ever.

This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE (x2)

Its so big -_-


THAT is what SHE said.

Now we have 3 different song/poem things in our chain!! Smile

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 heart 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 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 an instant 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 will he 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, 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 violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamo-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint 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 tha 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 tha 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!


Make it 4!

Or 5:

This, that my hand must never touch;
    This, that my eyes must never see;
This, that my heart has craved so much;
    This, that was never meant for me;
I will not say, that the world may hear:
    "I have not longed for it, no, not I!"
I will say: "Though lovely and fair and dear,
    It is mine to conquer and put it by."
 
Now, mine the sacrifice, mine the pain
    And the bitterness till the struggle cease.
Then, mine the glory and mine the gain,
    And mine the triumph, and mine the peace.
O hand, be steady! O heart, be strong!
    'Tis not for this we shall faint and die!
Though tempted sorely and tempted long,
    It is ours to conquer and put it by.

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Such a long quote chain....

(To hyperlite) That didn't even do anything, at least put words on here, not useless and meaningless dots.



I put the dots to make the chain longer, instead of a poem.

At least poems make sense.



What is so hard to understand about dots? They are dots!

I never said they were hard to understand, they just don't make sense if you even glance at the context. You have someone posting Nevermore by Edgar Allan Poe, a poem posted by me, and then random dots by you.
Who cares? There just dots.

There must be some sort of coherence to this quote thread or else the Grey Knights will have to be sent in to fight off Chaos.
Btw is there a world record for the longest amount of chain quotes because if there is i think we should try to break it.

There is a limit to it because eventually you won't be able to post because there are too many words.
Look. The quote is all there, but it gets cut off at the top of the post.
Well that sucks. Oh well...


Once upon a midnight dreary,
Fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high
and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat here doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line,
I took a floppy from the drawer.

Typing with a steady hand,
I then invoked the "save" command
But got instead a reprimand:
It read, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
Was this some occult illusion?
Some maniacal type intrusion?
These were choices Solomon himself,
Had never faced before.

Carefully I weighed my options...
These three seemed to be the top ones.
Clearly I must now adopt one;
choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore?
With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending,
Hoping all would be restored

Praying for some guarantee,
Finally I pressed a key.
But what on the screen did I see?
Again "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
I tried to catch the chips off guard -
I pressed again, but twice as hard,
But luck was just not on the cards,
I saw what I had seen before.

Now I typed in desperation
Trying random combinations.
Still there came the incantation
"Abort, Retry, Ignore."
There I sat, distraught, exhausted,
By my own machine accosted
Getting up, I turned away
And paced across the office floor.

And then I saw an awful sight
A bold and blinding flash of light
A lightening bolt that cut the night,
And shook me to my very core.
The PC screen collapsed and died.
"OH NO! MY DATABASE!" I cried.
I heard a distant voice reply,
"You'll see your spreadsheets nevermore!"

To this day I do not know
The place to which our data goes.
Perhaps it goes to heaven,
Where the angels have it stored.
But as for Productivity, well,
I fear this has gone straight to Hell.
And that's the tale I have to tell -
Your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore.

THAT is the real version.
should i post the first 1000000 digits of pi?
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PostSubject: Re: Quote Chain Thread   Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:01 pm

superninjakiwi wrote:
ZeoNet wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Fenway wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Keon wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
ACH0225 wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Keon wrote:
Fenway wrote:
Keon wrote:
Laserbilly wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
Jack Root wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lets see how long of a chain we can make!
Good idea!
Indeed!
Yes, it was. Thank you, all. I know you are amazed by my genius in thinking up this thread.
Picture was here
I think putting a picture in counts as vandalism.
My actual message: excellent, we now get to examine the hyperbolic structure of a quote chain.
Sure, let me fix up the formatting a bit.
Everyone loves chain mail!
Send this quote chain to three of your friends and I won't ban you. See, real chain letter incentive! (I can't actually ban.)
But I can! *Trollface.jpg*
You can? I must be missing some button or something.
Nothing.
China.
Having one message in red disrupts the flow of the entire chain.
There is a disturbance in the chain! THATS NO MOON!
moon? i'd rather you not....
...you might take someone's eye out.
precisly
Indeed. Now what?
For one, the chain is not completely hyperbolic. For two see below

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
Now it is ze time on Sprockets ven ve dance!
You forgot my quote.
I didn't see it. Look at the times. You posted in the same minute as me.
But I did post before you, and the website sends you a message if someone posts something before you do.


This topic is spam-tastic!

I dont like the arch this quote chain is making. I will make a bigger arch! By shriiiiiiiinking!
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold, where no man delves
They lay there long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
The men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire, more fierce that fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
They fled their hall, to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the Misty Mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him.

I love the Hobbit, it is so much better than the Lord of the Rings, and it's songs are so much better Smile

Does anyone know when the The Hobbit movie is coming out?
December 12, I believe.
Excellent. I am looking forward to that.
Midnight showing. I guess I need to go to Australia, they would have midnight earlier.

The first part, An Unexpected Journey, is coming out December 14, 2012, the second part, There and Back Again, is coming out December 13, 2013.
Midnight? And if so, does Mackeroth get to see it sooner?

I'm glad they're doing it in two parts; otherwise, there just wouldn't be enough time to fit in all the good parts.
The problem is all the extra @#$% they're adding in.

Just wondering has anyone played the new prototype yet? If you have can u tell me if it is good?
What prototype?

Ignoring the previous few comments: I doubt I will see it sooner than all of you, I'm probably not going to the midnight showing. In fact, the Edge Cinema has never had a midnight showing. I think...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THOSE QUOTES ! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF SPOILERS ????
Spoilers remove the point.

GOOD LUCK THEN ... WHEN THE QUOTES WILL START CHASING YOU AT NIGHTS WELL MEET AGAIN !!!

Wouldn't the correct form be at night?

Indeed. If you want to make a memorable speech, at least do it properly.

And use correct grammar, punctuation, and accent (and spelling too, if it is a typed up or written speech)

Properly. Thank you.

Your welcome

lol

Whoever the quotes overflow on wins.
What?

When the posts become too large that the forum stops you from posting.

That would be hilarious.

Lets try! :p

Sure.

If
It
Fails,
At
Least
We
Have
The
Biggest
Chain
Ever.

This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE (x2)

Its so big -_-


THAT is what SHE said.

Now we have 3 different song/poem things in our chain!! Smile

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 heart 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 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 an instant 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 will he 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, 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 violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamo-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint 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 tha 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 tha 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!


Make it 4!

Or 5:

This, that my hand must never touch;
    This, that my eyes must never see;
This, that my heart has craved so much;
    This, that was never meant for me;
I will not say, that the world may hear:
    "I have not longed for it, no, not I!"
I will say: "Though lovely and fair and dear,
    It is mine to conquer and put it by."
 
Now, mine the sacrifice, mine the pain
    And the bitterness till the struggle cease.
Then, mine the glory and mine the gain,
    And mine the triumph, and mine the peace.
O hand, be steady! O heart, be strong!
    'Tis not for this we shall faint and die!
Though tempted sorely and tempted long,
    It is ours to conquer and put it by.

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Such a long quote chain....

(To hyperlite) That didn't even do anything, at least put words on here, not useless and meaningless dots.



I put the dots to make the chain longer, instead of a poem.

At least poems make sense.



What is so hard to understand about dots? They are dots!

I never said they were hard to understand, they just don't make sense if you even glance at the context. You have someone posting Nevermore by Edgar Allan Poe, a poem posted by me, and then random dots by you.
Who cares? There just dots.

There must be some sort of coherence to this quote thread or else the Grey Knights will have to be sent in to fight off Chaos.
Btw is there a world record for the longest amount of chain quotes because if there is i think we should try to break it.

There is a limit to it because eventually you won't be able to post because there are too many words.
Look. The quote is all there, but it gets cut off at the top of the post.
Well that sucks. Oh well...


Once upon a midnight dreary,
Fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high
and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat here doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line,
I took a floppy from the drawer.

Typing with a steady hand,
I then invoked the "save" command
But got instead a reprimand:
It read, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
Was this some occult illusion?
Some maniacal type intrusion?
These were choices Solomon himself,
Had never faced before.

Carefully I weighed my options...
These three seemed to be the top ones.
Clearly I must now adopt one;
choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore?
With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending,
Hoping all would be restored

Praying for some guarantee,
Finally I pressed a key.
But what on the screen did I see?
Again "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
I tried to catch the chips off guard -
I pressed again, but twice as hard,
But luck was just not on the cards,
I saw what I had seen before.

Now I typed in desperation
Trying random combinations.
Still there came the incantation
"Abort, Retry, Ignore."
There I sat, distraught, exhausted,
By my own machine accosted
Getting up, I turned away
And paced across the office floor.

And then I saw an awful sight
A bold and blinding flash of light
A lightening bolt that cut the night,
And shook me to my very core.
The PC screen collapsed and died.
"OH NO! MY DATABASE!" I cried.
I heard a distant voice reply,
"You'll see your spreadsheets nevermore!"

To this day I do not know
The place to which our data goes.
Perhaps it goes to heaven,
Where the angels have it stored.
But as for Productivity, well,
I fear this has gone straight to Hell.
And that's the tale I have to tell -
Your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore.

THAT is the real version.
should i post the first 1000000 digits of pi?

that seems like a lot of stuff...
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PostSubject: Re: Quote Chain Thread   Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:49 pm

blockman42 wrote:
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Lets see how long of a chain we can make!
Good idea!
Indeed!
Yes, it was. Thank you, all. I know you are amazed by my genius in thinking up this thread.
Picture was here
I think putting a picture in counts as vandalism.
My actual message: excellent, we now get to examine the hyperbolic structure of a quote chain.
Sure, let me fix up the formatting a bit.
Everyone loves chain mail!
Send this quote chain to three of your friends and I won't ban you. See, real chain letter incentive! (I can't actually ban.)
But I can! *Trollface.jpg*
You can? I must be missing some button or something.
Nothing.
China.
Having one message in red disrupts the flow of the entire chain.
There is a disturbance in the chain! THATS NO MOON!
moon? i'd rather you not....
...you might take someone's eye out.
precisly
Indeed. Now what?
For one, the chain is not completely hyperbolic. For two see below

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
Now it is ze time on Sprockets ven ve dance!
You forgot my quote.
I didn't see it. Look at the times. You posted in the same minute as me.
But I did post before you, and the website sends you a message if someone posts something before you do.


This topic is spam-tastic!

I dont like the arch this quote chain is making. I will make a bigger arch! By shriiiiiiiinking!
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold, where no man delves
They lay there long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
The men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire, more fierce that fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
They fled their hall, to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the Misty Mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him.

I love the Hobbit, it is so much better than the Lord of the Rings, and it's songs are so much better Smile

Does anyone know when the The Hobbit movie is coming out?
December 12, I believe.
Excellent. I am looking forward to that.
Midnight showing. I guess I need to go to Australia, they would have midnight earlier.

The first part, An Unexpected Journey, is coming out December 14, 2012, the second part, There and Back Again, is coming out December 13, 2013.
Midnight? And if so, does Mackeroth get to see it sooner?

I'm glad they're doing it in two parts; otherwise, there just wouldn't be enough time to fit in all the good parts.
The problem is all the extra @#$% they're adding in.

Just wondering has anyone played the new prototype yet? If you have can u tell me if it is good?
What prototype?

Ignoring the previous few comments: I doubt I will see it sooner than all of you, I'm probably not going to the midnight showing. In fact, the Edge Cinema has never had a midnight showing. I think...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THOSE QUOTES ! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF SPOILERS ????
Spoilers remove the point.

GOOD LUCK THEN ... WHEN THE QUOTES WILL START CHASING YOU AT NIGHTS WELL MEET AGAIN !!!

Wouldn't the correct form be at night?

Indeed. If you want to make a memorable speech, at least do it properly.

And use correct grammar, punctuation, and accent (and spelling too, if it is a typed up or written speech)

Properly. Thank you.

Your welcome

lol

Whoever the quotes overflow on wins.
What?

When the posts become too large that the forum stops you from posting.

That would be hilarious.

Lets try! :p

Sure.

If
It
Fails,
At
Least
We
Have
The
Biggest
Chain
Ever.

This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE (x2)

Its so big -_-


THAT is what SHE said.

Now we have 3 different song/poem things in our chain!! Smile

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 heart 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 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 an instant 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 will he 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, 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 violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamo-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint 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 tha 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 tha 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!


Make it 4!

Or 5:

This, that my hand must never touch;
    This, that my eyes must never see;
This, that my heart has craved so much;
    This, that was never meant for me;
I will not say, that the world may hear:
    "I have not longed for it, no, not I!"
I will say: "Though lovely and fair and dear,
    It is mine to conquer and put it by."
 
Now, mine the sacrifice, mine the pain
    And the bitterness till the struggle cease.
Then, mine the glory and mine the gain,
    And mine the triumph, and mine the peace.
O hand, be steady! O heart, be strong!
    'Tis not for this we shall faint and die!
Though tempted sorely and tempted long,
    It is ours to conquer and put it by.

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Such a long quote chain....

(To hyperlite) That didn't even do anything, at least put words on here, not useless and meaningless dots.



I put the dots to make the chain longer, instead of a poem.

At least poems make sense.



What is so hard to understand about dots? They are dots!

I never said they were hard to understand, they just don't make sense if you even glance at the context. You have someone posting Nevermore by Edgar Allan Poe, a poem posted by me, and then random dots by you.
Who cares? There just dots.

There must be some sort of coherence to this quote thread or else the Grey Knights will have to be sent in to fight off Chaos.
Btw is there a world record for the longest amount of chain quotes because if there is i think we should try to break it.

There is a limit to it because eventually you won't be able to post because there are too many words.
Look. The quote is all there, but it gets cut off at the top of the post.
Well that sucks. Oh well...


Once upon a midnight dreary,
Fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high
and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat here doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line,
I took a floppy from the drawer.

Typing with a steady hand,
I then invoked the "save" command
But got instead a reprimand:
It read, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
Was this some occult illusion?
Some maniacal type intrusion?
These were choices Solomon himself,
Had never faced before.

Carefully I weighed my options...
These three seemed to be the top ones.
Clearly I must now adopt one;
choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore?
With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending,
Hoping all would be restored

Praying for some guarantee,
Finally I pressed a key.
But what on the screen did I see?
Again "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
I tried to catch the chips off guard -
I pressed again, but twice as hard,
But luck was just not on the cards,
I saw what I had seen before.

Now I typed in desperation
Trying random combinations.
Still there came the incantation
"Abort, Retry, Ignore."
There I sat, distraught, exhausted,
By my own machine accosted
Getting up, I turned away
And paced across the office floor.

And then I saw an awful sight
A bold and blinding flash of light
A lightening bolt that cut the night,
And shook me to my very core.
The PC screen collapsed and died.
"OH NO! MY DATABASE!" I cried.
I heard a distant voice reply,
"You'll see your spreadsheets nevermore!"

To this day I do not know
The place to which our data goes.
Perhaps it goes to heaven,
Where the angels have it stored.
But as for Productivity, well,
I fear this has gone straight to Hell.
And that's the tale I have to tell -
Your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore.

THAT is the real version.
should i post the first 1000000 digits of pi?

that seems like a lot of stuff...
I thoroughly enjoyed the "Abort, Retry, Ignore" poem.
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PostSubject: Re: Quote Chain Thread   Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:50 pm

Laserbilly wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
ZeoNet wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Fenway wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Keon wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
ACH0225 wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Keon wrote:
Fenway wrote:
Keon wrote:
Laserbilly wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
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Keon wrote:
Jack Root wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lets see how long of a chain we can make!
Good idea!
Indeed!
Yes, it was. Thank you, all. I know you are amazed by my genius in thinking up this thread.
Picture was here
I think putting a picture in counts as vandalism.
My actual message: excellent, we now get to examine the hyperbolic structure of a quote chain.
Sure, let me fix up the formatting a bit.
Everyone loves chain mail!
Send this quote chain to three of your friends and I won't ban you. See, real chain letter incentive! (I can't actually ban.)
But I can! *Trollface.jpg*
You can? I must be missing some button or something.
Nothing.
China.
Having one message in red disrupts the flow of the entire chain.
There is a disturbance in the chain! THATS NO MOON!
moon? i'd rather you not....
...you might take someone's eye out.
precisly
Indeed. Now what?
For one, the chain is not completely hyperbolic. For two see below

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
Now it is ze time on Sprockets ven ve dance!
You forgot my quote.
I didn't see it. Look at the times. You posted in the same minute as me.
But I did post before you, and the website sends you a message if someone posts something before you do.


This topic is spam-tastic!

I dont like the arch this quote chain is making. I will make a bigger arch! By shriiiiiiiinking!
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold, where no man delves
They lay there long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
The men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire, more fierce that fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
They fled their hall, to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the Misty Mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him.

I love the Hobbit, it is so much better than the Lord of the Rings, and it's songs are so much better Smile

Does anyone know when the The Hobbit movie is coming out?
December 12, I believe.
Excellent. I am looking forward to that.
Midnight showing. I guess I need to go to Australia, they would have midnight earlier.

The first part, An Unexpected Journey, is coming out December 14, 2012, the second part, There and Back Again, is coming out December 13, 2013.
Midnight? And if so, does Mackeroth get to see it sooner?

I'm glad they're doing it in two parts; otherwise, there just wouldn't be enough time to fit in all the good parts.
The problem is all the extra @#$% they're adding in.

Just wondering has anyone played the new prototype yet? If you have can u tell me if it is good?
What prototype?

Ignoring the previous few comments: I doubt I will see it sooner than all of you, I'm probably not going to the midnight showing. In fact, the Edge Cinema has never had a midnight showing. I think...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THOSE QUOTES ! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF SPOILERS ????
Spoilers remove the point.

GOOD LUCK THEN ... WHEN THE QUOTES WILL START CHASING YOU AT NIGHTS WELL MEET AGAIN !!!

Wouldn't the correct form be at night?

Indeed. If you want to make a memorable speech, at least do it properly.

And use correct grammar, punctuation, and accent (and spelling too, if it is a typed up or written speech)

Properly. Thank you.

Your welcome

lol

Whoever the quotes overflow on wins.
What?

When the posts become too large that the forum stops you from posting.

That would be hilarious.

Lets try! :p

Sure.

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It
Fails,
At
Least
We
Have
The
Biggest
Chain
Ever.

This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE (x2)

Its so big -_-


THAT is what SHE said.

Now we have 3 different song/poem things in our chain!! Smile

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 heart 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 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 an instant 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 will he 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, 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 violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamo-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint 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 tha 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 tha 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!


Make it 4!

Or 5:

This, that my hand must never touch;
    This, that my eyes must never see;
This, that my heart has craved so much;
    This, that was never meant for me;
I will not say, that the world may hear:
    "I have not longed for it, no, not I!"
I will say: "Though lovely and fair and dear,
    It is mine to conquer and put it by."
 
Now, mine the sacrifice, mine the pain
    And the bitterness till the struggle cease.
Then, mine the glory and mine the gain,
    And mine the triumph, and mine the peace.
O hand, be steady! O heart, be strong!
    'Tis not for this we shall faint and die!
Though tempted sorely and tempted long,
    It is ours to conquer and put it by.

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Such a long quote chain....

(To hyperlite) That didn't even do anything, at least put words on here, not useless and meaningless dots.



I put the dots to make the chain longer, instead of a poem.

At least poems make sense.



What is so hard to understand about dots? They are dots!

I never said they were hard to understand, they just don't make sense if you even glance at the context. You have someone posting Nevermore by Edgar Allan Poe, a poem posted by me, and then random dots by you.
Who cares? There just dots.

There must be some sort of coherence to this quote thread or else the Grey Knights will have to be sent in to fight off Chaos.
Btw is there a world record for the longest amount of chain quotes because if there is i think we should try to break it.

There is a limit to it because eventually you won't be able to post because there are too many words.
Look. The quote is all there, but it gets cut off at the top of the post.
Well that sucks. Oh well...


Once upon a midnight dreary,
Fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high
and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat here doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line,
I took a floppy from the drawer.

Typing with a steady hand,
I then invoked the "save" command
But got instead a reprimand:
It read, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
Was this some occult illusion?
Some maniacal type intrusion?
These were choices Solomon himself,
Had never faced before.

Carefully I weighed my options...
These three seemed to be the top ones.
Clearly I must now adopt one;
choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore?
With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending,
Hoping all would be restored

Praying for some guarantee,
Finally I pressed a key.
But what on the screen did I see?
Again "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
I tried to catch the chips off guard -
I pressed again, but twice as hard,
But luck was just not on the cards,
I saw what I had seen before.

Now I typed in desperation
Trying random combinations.
Still there came the incantation
"Abort, Retry, Ignore."
There I sat, distraught, exhausted,
By my own machine accosted
Getting up, I turned away
And paced across the office floor.

And then I saw an awful sight
A bold and blinding flash of light
A lightening bolt that cut the night,
And shook me to my very core.
The PC screen collapsed and died.
"OH NO! MY DATABASE!" I cried.
I heard a distant voice reply,
"You'll see your spreadsheets nevermore!"

To this day I do not know
The place to which our data goes.
Perhaps it goes to heaven,
Where the angels have it stored.
But as for Productivity, well,
I fear this has gone straight to Hell.
And that's the tale I have to tell -
Your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore.

THAT is the real version.
should i post the first 1000000 digits of pi?

that seems like a lot of stuff...
I thoroughly enjoyed the "Abort, Retry, Ignore" poem.

Nice poem.

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PostSubject: Re: Quote Chain Thread   Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:59 pm

Keon wrote:
Laserbilly wrote:
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Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
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Fenway wrote:
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Kobialka wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
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Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
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Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
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Keon wrote:
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Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
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Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
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Red Fang wrote:
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ACH0225 wrote:
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Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
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Laserbilly wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
Jack Root wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lets see how long of a chain we can make!
Good idea!
Indeed!
Yes, it was. Thank you, all. I know you are amazed by my genius in thinking up this thread.
Picture was here
I think putting a picture in counts as vandalism.
My actual message: excellent, we now get to examine the hyperbolic structure of a quote chain.
Sure, let me fix up the formatting a bit.
Everyone loves chain mail!
Send this quote chain to three of your friends and I won't ban you. See, real chain letter incentive! (I can't actually ban.)
But I can! *Trollface.jpg*
You can? I must be missing some button or something.
Nothing.
China.
Having one message in red disrupts the flow of the entire chain.
There is a disturbance in the chain! THATS NO MOON!
moon? i'd rather you not....
...you might take someone's eye out.
precisly
Indeed. Now what?
For one, the chain is not completely hyperbolic. For two see below

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
Now it is ze time on Sprockets ven ve dance!
You forgot my quote.
I didn't see it. Look at the times. You posted in the same minute as me.
But I did post before you, and the website sends you a message if someone posts something before you do.


This topic is spam-tastic!

I dont like the arch this quote chain is making. I will make a bigger arch! By shriiiiiiiinking!
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold, where no man delves
They lay there long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
The men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire, more fierce that fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
They fled their hall, to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the Misty Mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him.

I love the Hobbit, it is so much better than the Lord of the Rings, and it's songs are so much better Smile

Does anyone know when the The Hobbit movie is coming out?
December 12, I believe.
Excellent. I am looking forward to that.
Midnight showing. I guess I need to go to Australia, they would have midnight earlier.

The first part, An Unexpected Journey, is coming out December 14, 2012, the second part, There and Back Again, is coming out December 13, 2013.
Midnight? And if so, does Mackeroth get to see it sooner?

I'm glad they're doing it in two parts; otherwise, there just wouldn't be enough time to fit in all the good parts.
The problem is all the extra @#$% they're adding in.

Just wondering has anyone played the new prototype yet? If you have can u tell me if it is good?
What prototype?

Ignoring the previous few comments: I doubt I will see it sooner than all of you, I'm probably not going to the midnight showing. In fact, the Edge Cinema has never had a midnight showing. I think...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THOSE QUOTES ! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF SPOILERS ????
Spoilers remove the point.

GOOD LUCK THEN ... WHEN THE QUOTES WILL START CHASING YOU AT NIGHTS WELL MEET AGAIN !!!

Wouldn't the correct form be at night?

Indeed. If you want to make a memorable speech, at least do it properly.

And use correct grammar, punctuation, and accent (and spelling too, if it is a typed up or written speech)

Properly. Thank you.

Your welcome

lol

Whoever the quotes overflow on wins.
What?

When the posts become too large that the forum stops you from posting.

That would be hilarious.

Lets try! :p

Sure.

If
It
Fails,
At
Least
We
Have
The
Biggest
Chain
Ever.

This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE (x2)

Its so big -_-


THAT is what SHE said.

Now we have 3 different song/poem things in our chain!! Smile

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 heart 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 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 an instant 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 will he 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, 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 violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamo-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint 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 tha 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 tha 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!


Make it 4!

Or 5:

This, that my hand must never touch;
    This, that my eyes must never see;
This, that my heart has craved so much;
    This, that was never meant for me;
I will not say, that the world may hear:
    "I have not longed for it, no, not I!"
I will say: "Though lovely and fair and dear,
    It is mine to conquer and put it by."
 
Now, mine the sacrifice, mine the pain
    And the bitterness till the struggle cease.
Then, mine the glory and mine the gain,
    And mine the triumph, and mine the peace.
O hand, be steady! O heart, be strong!
    'Tis not for this we shall faint and die!
Though tempted sorely and tempted long,
    It is ours to conquer and put it by.

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Such a long quote chain....

(To hyperlite) That didn't even do anything, at least put words on here, not useless and meaningless dots.



I put the dots to make the chain longer, instead of a poem.

At least poems make sense.



What is so hard to understand about dots? They are dots!

I never said they were hard to understand, they just don't make sense if you even glance at the context. You have someone posting Nevermore by Edgar Allan Poe, a poem posted by me, and then random dots by you.
Who cares? There just dots.

There must be some sort of coherence to this quote thread or else the Grey Knights will have to be sent in to fight off Chaos.
Btw is there a world record for the longest amount of chain quotes because if there is i think we should try to break it.

There is a limit to it because eventually you won't be able to post because there are too many words.
Look. The quote is all there, but it gets cut off at the top of the post.
Well that sucks. Oh well...


Once upon a midnight dreary,
Fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high
and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat here doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line,
I took a floppy from the drawer.

Typing with a steady hand,
I then invoked the "save" command
But got instead a reprimand:
It read, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
Was this some occult illusion?
Some maniacal type intrusion?
These were choices Solomon himself,
Had never faced before.

Carefully I weighed my options...
These three seemed to be the top ones.
Clearly I must now adopt one;
choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore?
With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending,
Hoping all would be restored

Praying for some guarantee,
Finally I pressed a key.
But what on the screen did I see?
Again "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
I tried to catch the chips off guard -
I pressed again, but twice as hard,
But luck was just not on the cards,
I saw what I had seen before.

Now I typed in desperation
Trying random combinations.
Still there came the incantation
"Abort, Retry, Ignore."
There I sat, distraught, exhausted,
By my own machine accosted
Getting up, I turned away
And paced across the office floor.

And then I saw an awful sight
A bold and blinding flash of light
A lightening bolt that cut the night,
And shook me to my very core.
The PC screen collapsed and died.
"OH NO! MY DATABASE!" I cried.
I heard a distant voice reply,
"You'll see your spreadsheets nevermore!"

To this day I do not know
The place to which our data goes.
Perhaps it goes to heaven,
Where the angels have it stored.
But as for Productivity, well,
I fear this has gone straight to Hell.
And that's the tale I have to tell -
Your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore.

THAT is the real version.
should i post the first 1000000 digits of pi?

that seems like a lot of stuff...
I thoroughly enjoyed the "Abort, Retry, Ignore" poem.

Nice poem.

The longest joke in the world now makes this quote chain too long to post.

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PostSubject: Re: Quote Chain Thread   Sun Apr 29, 2012 6:43 am

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Keon wrote:
Keon wrote:
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Son of Wolves wrote:
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oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Fenway wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
blockman42 wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Kobialka wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Iv121 wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Keon wrote:
oFTWoHMANoFTWo wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
ACH0225 wrote:
hyperlite wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Son of Wolves wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Keon wrote:
Last_Jedi_Standing wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Keon wrote:
Fenway wrote:
Keon wrote:
Laserbilly wrote:
Keon wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Lord Mackeroth wrote:
Red Fang wrote:
Keon wrote:
Jack Root wrote:
Keon wrote:
superninjakiwi wrote:
Lets see how long of a chain we can make!
Good idea!
Indeed!
Yes, it was. Thank you, all. I know you are amazed by my genius in thinking up this thread.
Picture was here
I think putting a picture in counts as vandalism.
My actual message: excellent, we now get to examine the hyperbolic structure of a quote chain.
Sure, let me fix up the formatting a bit.
Everyone loves chain mail!
Send this quote chain to three of your friends and I won't ban you. See, real chain letter incentive! (I can't actually ban.)
But I can! *Trollface.jpg*
You can? I must be missing some button or something.
Nothing.
China.
Having one message in red disrupts the flow of the entire chain.
There is a disturbance in the chain! THATS NO MOON!
moon? i'd rather you not....
...you might take someone's eye out.
precisly
Indeed. Now what?
For one, the chain is not completely hyperbolic. For two see below

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
Now it is ze time on Sprockets ven ve dance!
You forgot my quote.
I didn't see it. Look at the times. You posted in the same minute as me.
But I did post before you, and the website sends you a message if someone posts something before you do.


This topic is spam-tastic!

I dont like the arch this quote chain is making. I will make a bigger arch! By shriiiiiiiinking!
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold, where no man delves
They lay there long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
The men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire, more fierce that fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
They fled their hall, to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the Misty Mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him.

I love the Hobbit, it is so much better than the Lord of the Rings, and it's songs are so much better Smile

Does anyone know when the The Hobbit movie is coming out?
December 12, I believe.
Excellent. I am looking forward to that.
Midnight showing. I guess I need to go to Australia, they would have midnight earlier.

The first part, An Unexpected Journey, is coming out December 14, 2012, the second part, There and Back Again, is coming out December 13, 2013.
Midnight? And if so, does Mackeroth get to see it sooner?

I'm glad they're doing it in two parts; otherwise, there just wouldn't be enough time to fit in all the good parts.
The problem is all the extra @#$% they're adding in.

Just wondering has anyone played the new prototype yet? If you have can u tell me if it is good?
What prototype?

Ignoring the previous few comments: I doubt I will see it sooner than all of you, I'm probably not going to the midnight showing. In fact, the Edge Cinema has never had a midnight showing. I think...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THOSE QUOTES ! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF SPOILERS ????
Spoilers remove the point.

GOOD LUCK THEN ... WHEN THE QUOTES WILL START CHASING YOU AT NIGHTS WELL MEET AGAIN !!!

Wouldn't the correct form be at night?

Indeed. If you want to make a memorable speech, at least do it properly.

And use correct grammar, punctuation, and accent (and spelling too, if it is a typed up or written speech)

Properly. Thank you.

Your welcome

lol

Whoever the quotes overflow on wins.
What?

When the posts become too large that the forum stops you from posting.

That would be hilarious.

Lets try! :p

Sure.

If
It
Fails,
At
Least
We
Have
The
Biggest
Chain
Ever.

This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE (x2)

Its so big -_-


THAT is what SHE said.

Now we have 3 different song/poem things in our chain!! Smile

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 heart 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 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 an instant 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 will he 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, 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 violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamo-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint 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 tha 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 tha 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!


Make it 4!

Or 5:

This, that my hand must never touch;
    This, that my eyes must never see;
This, that my heart has craved so much;
    This, that was never meant for me;
I will not say, that the world may hear:
    "I have not longed for it, no, not I!"
I will say: "Though lovely and fair and dear,
    It is mine to conquer and put it by."
 
Now, mine the sacrifice, mine the pain
    And the bitterness till the struggle cease.
Then, mine the glory and mine the gain,
    And mine the triumph, and mine the peace.
O hand, be steady! O heart, be strong!
    'Tis not for this we shall faint and die!
Though tempted sorely and tempted long,
    It is ours to conquer and put it by.

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Such a long quote chain....

(To hyperlite) That didn't even do anything, at least put words on here, not useless and meaningless dots.



I put the dots to make the chain longer, instead of a poem.

At least poems make sense.



What is so hard to understand about dots? They are dots!

I never said they were hard to understand, they just don't make sense if you even glance at the context. You have someone posting Nevermore by Edgar Allan Poe, a poem posted by me, and then random dots by you.
Who cares? There just dots.

There must be some sort of coherence to this quote thread or else the Grey Knights will have to be sent in to fight off Chaos.
Btw is there a world record for the longest amount of chain quotes because if there is i think we should try to break it.

There is a limit to it because eventually you won't be able to post because there are too many words.
Look. The quote is all there, but it gets cut off at the top of the post.
Well that sucks. Oh well...


Once upon a midnight dreary,
Fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high
and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat here doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line,
I took a floppy from the drawer.

Typing with a steady hand,
I then invoked the "save" command
But got instead a reprimand:
It read, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
Was this some occult illusion?
Some maniacal type intrusion?
These were choices Solomon himself,
Had never faced before.

Carefully I weighed my options...
These three seemed to be the top ones.
Clearly I must now adopt one;
choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore?
With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending,
Hoping all would be restored

Praying for some guarantee,
Finally I pressed a key.
But what on the screen did I see?
Again "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
I tried to catch the chips off guard -
I pressed again, but twice as hard,
But luck was just not on the cards,
I saw what I had seen before.

Now I typed in desperation
Trying random combinations.
Still there came the incantation
"Abort, Retry, Ignore."
There I sat, distraught, exhausted,
By my own machine accosted
Getting up, I turned away
And paced across the office floor.

And then I saw an awful sight
A bold and blinding flash of light
A lightening bolt that cut the night,
And shook me to my very core.
The PC screen collapsed and died.
"OH NO! MY DATABASE!" I cried.
I heard a distant voice reply,
"You'll see your spreadsheets nevermore!"

To this day I do not know
The place to which our data goes.
Perhaps it goes to heaven,
Where the angels have it stored.
But as for Productivity, well,
I fear this has gone straight to Hell.
And that's the tale I have to tell -
Your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore.

THAT is the real version.
should i post the first 1000000 digits of pi?

that seems like a lot of stuff...
I thoroughly enjoyed the "Abort, Retry, Ignore" poem.

Nice poem.

The longest joke in the world now makes this quote chain too long to post.

Really? At least post the joke without the quote, I want to see it.
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