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A dream of my own, so I was dreaming, participating in my own web of thoughts, knowledge and ideas, being that traveller instead of being the driver.
So one of the things that strikes my as odd or interesting, remind you these two things mean the same to me, they're not just ... Odd isn't interesting per se, odd IS interesting, the words can be interchanged because the meaning stays the same. here is the count for what happened, unedited!
So I was dreaming, I remember my dreams which is a pain in the ass usually because they're weird and sometimes a bit scary so even though I'm interested in the weird, it does have negative sides to it. However, I was dreaming that I was tracking down this dude who had done some attacks using botnets, I was like "we need to hurry" and I was just going through the latest victim's server. That ****er didn't let me go through his stuff, ****!
Are you expecting me to help you or what? We can't do **** unless this jerks permits it. OK there's a loose cannon out there, he doesn't know what he's doing, he is enjoying taking servers down and he is choosing rather high profile sites etc. We can't let service based sites go down. Damn it, let's get this fool already. I saw blue, the world was blue and the canvas was splashed with dark blue blood. I felt rage. Conflicted sounds was heard. Like bad poetry, not quite right.
Finally we get the permission to go through the stuff, because I threatened to kill him, point blank, with a gun in my hand. I'm gonna help you, even if you die in the process!!
Or am I helping myself? Who am I? Who knows, but I know I'm the only one here, going through files, looking for logs and mistakes, why am I thinkin there's "we". It's just me. Did I just threaten to kill that guy? I'm not sure. Did I pull out my gun? ****. Was it a dream? Is this the reality? Ngggh, this is secondary of importance, we have a loose cannon, amateur teenager "hacker". I'm putting on some Drum and Bass, loud. I'm feeling fast, I'm feeling energetic.
I see the kid left a rootkit here... what a ****ing amateur. Now I know it's only a matter of time. Let's go through some files... yes.... but this guy comes to watch what I'm doing "are you harming the server? You aren't breaking anything, are you?". I consider killing him right at that moment. Not a word said, just a bullet in his head. I'm just trying to do my job, *******. Quit messing with.
I'm quite lost, I'm having a brain freeze. Too many thoughts at the same time, my filter is broken. Internal brain flooding is the worst. I'm getting disconnected soon if I can't get this under control. I have to put on some classical music. Some... violins. Yes. Glorious. Pitch perfect soft gentle brain flow once again turned back, everything is now clear to me, painfully obviously, I know the guy has masturbated in the last few hours because I CAN SMELL IT. I tell him to **** off for an hour, and because I use those exact words, he actually does.
The world is changing from blue to orange, order is restored. The fluits tell me it's a lame ass group, probably eastern european. The spelling makes me thinks if these teenage ****s read the manual how to use the software, because it's painfully obvious that they didn't make it. Maybe they are still learning, next thing you know some Dimitri from the underground makes them do some low class phising jobs for them, raking lots of money. The idea of that makes me angry. They do not deserve money for their level of skill. I need angry music, orange turns to black and music goes to angry one.
I soon discover their dedicated server. For this purpose I want to leave the customer and go to my own battle station. I'll bury these ****ers TODAY. Everythign is connected, the beat is like a train, and I'm soon sitting on a train, I don't know where it goes. Suddenly, I'm in the last station and the sign says "destroy". That's what I need to do, destroy the lamers. Makes me angry, just becuase you have a computer and can download some piece of software doesn't mean you are authorized to even call yourself a hacker.
So the dedicated server, and yes they leave message to each other. Nice. Very nice thing is also not to secure your dedicated server, becuase it's "so secretive". Mother****er, first you go on about **** that uuh, people don't secure their stuff so it's perfeclty OK to hit them for it. Well, looks like you're doing a piss poor job yourself, except this time you're going to get your ass pounded by sausages once we get your identity.
I see my rage being justified. Justified in my world. Which means I hope you're under 16, I hope you're a weak nerd unable to defend yourself in prison. Yeah. HAHAHAHAHAHA, who's laughing now? Read a book, idiot, learn stuff before you try this crap.
Suddenly I feel like not notifying the authorities and gathering evidence. I feel like calling the ISP and asking for the identity. Prolly not even necessary. I bet this dick has a myspace page. Maybe I can just ask for his number. Maybe I can convince him that I want to join his lame ass group.
But once I do get his number, name, or location.. I'm flying there, I'm stalking him, and I'll turn his world upside down. I'll make him sorry.
Then I kind of woke up.
So one of the things that strikes my as odd or interesting, remind you these two things mean the same to me, they're not just ... Odd isn't interesting per se, odd IS interesting, the words can be interchanged because the meaning stays the same. here is the count for what happened, unedited!
So I was dreaming, I remember my dreams which is a pain in the ass usually because they're weird and sometimes a bit scary so even though I'm interested in the weird, it does have negative sides to it. However, I was dreaming that I was tracking down this dude who had done some attacks using botnets, I was like "we need to hurry" and I was just going through the latest victim's server. That ****er didn't let me go through his stuff, ****!
Are you expecting me to help you or what? We can't do **** unless this jerks permits it. OK there's a loose cannon out there, he doesn't know what he's doing, he is enjoying taking servers down and he is choosing rather high profile sites etc. We can't let service based sites go down. Damn it, let's get this fool already. I saw blue, the world was blue and the canvas was splashed with dark blue blood. I felt rage. Conflicted sounds was heard. Like bad poetry, not quite right.
Finally we get the permission to go through the stuff, because I threatened to kill him, point blank, with a gun in my hand. I'm gonna help you, even if you die in the process!!
Or am I helping myself? Who am I? Who knows, but I know I'm the only one here, going through files, looking for logs and mistakes, why am I thinkin there's "we". It's just me. Did I just threaten to kill that guy? I'm not sure. Did I pull out my gun? ****. Was it a dream? Is this the reality? Ngggh, this is secondary of importance, we have a loose cannon, amateur teenager "hacker". I'm putting on some Drum and Bass, loud. I'm feeling fast, I'm feeling energetic.
I see the kid left a rootkit here... what a ****ing amateur. Now I know it's only a matter of time. Let's go through some files... yes.... but this guy comes to watch what I'm doing "are you harming the server? You aren't breaking anything, are you?". I consider killing him right at that moment. Not a word said, just a bullet in his head. I'm just trying to do my job, *******. Quit messing with.
I'm quite lost, I'm having a brain freeze. Too many thoughts at the same time, my filter is broken. Internal brain flooding is the worst. I'm getting disconnected soon if I can't get this under control. I have to put on some classical music. Some... violins. Yes. Glorious. Pitch perfect soft gentle brain flow once again turned back, everything is now clear to me, painfully obviously, I know the guy has masturbated in the last few hours because I CAN SMELL IT. I tell him to **** off for an hour, and because I use those exact words, he actually does.
The world is changing from blue to orange, order is restored. The fluits tell me it's a lame ass group, probably eastern european. The spelling makes me thinks if these teenage ****s read the manual how to use the software, because it's painfully obvious that they didn't make it. Maybe they are still learning, next thing you know some Dimitri from the underground makes them do some low class phising jobs for them, raking lots of money. The idea of that makes me angry. They do not deserve money for their level of skill. I need angry music, orange turns to black and music goes to angry one.
I soon discover their dedicated server. For this purpose I want to leave the customer and go to my own battle station. I'll bury these ****ers TODAY. Everythign is connected, the beat is like a train, and I'm soon sitting on a train, I don't know where it goes. Suddenly, I'm in the last station and the sign says "destroy". That's what I need to do, destroy the lamers. Makes me angry, just becuase you have a computer and can download some piece of software doesn't mean you are authorized to even call yourself a hacker.
So the dedicated server, and yes they leave message to each other. Nice. Very nice thing is also not to secure your dedicated server, becuase it's "so secretive". Mother****er, first you go on about **** that uuh, people don't secure their stuff so it's perfeclty OK to hit them for it. Well, looks like you're doing a piss poor job yourself, except this time you're going to get your ass pounded by sausages once we get your identity.
I see my rage being justified. Justified in my world. Which means I hope you're under 16, I hope you're a weak nerd unable to defend yourself in prison. Yeah. HAHAHAHAHAHA, who's laughing now? Read a book, idiot, learn stuff before you try this crap.
Suddenly I feel like not notifying the authorities and gathering evidence. I feel like calling the ISP and asking for the identity. Prolly not even necessary. I bet this dick has a myspace page. Maybe I can just ask for his number. Maybe I can convince him that I want to join his lame ass group.
But once I do get his number, name, or location.. I'm flying there, I'm stalking him, and I'll turn his world upside down. I'll make him sorry.
Then I kind of woke up.
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