|MiSTed: You password must be need changed (your password:group2) [ 0 / [message #379188]
||Mon, 31 December 2018 03:43
Registered: September 2012
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> From: <email@example.com>
CROW: I love firstname.lastname@example.org's writing!
> Subject: You password must be need changed (your password:group2)
TOM: Remember, you promised you'd walk and feed *and* change your password when we got you one!
> Date: November 15, 2018 at 4:36:12 PM EST
> To: group2 <email@example.com>
CROW: Group 2 is the cool group. We don't need those Group 6 wieners.
> Dear user of site.tld!
MIKE: Hi! Been a crazy year, hasn't it? So what've you been up to?
> I am a spyware software developer.
TOM: Well I'm a level-12 half-orc mage so don't you go trying to beat my initiative roll.
> Your account has been hacked by me in the summer of 2018.
CROW: Man, you wanna feel old? The summer of 2018 was *this* *year*.
> I understand that it is hard to believe,
MIKE: But I can flare each nostril separately from the other!
> but here is my evidence:
TOM: [ Fumbling, feeble voice ] Um, heh, sorry, thought I had the thingy plugged in ... uh ... heh, see, it's a mini USB ... or micro ... uh, heheh ... maybe it's upside-dowooops, dropped it.
> - I sent you this email from your account.
MIKE: It's asking you to celebrate someone's 'work anniversary' on LinkedIn for some reason?
> - Password from account firstname.lastname@example.org: group2 (on moment of hack).
TOM: Prices higher west of the Rocky Mountains.
> The hacking was carried out using a hardware vulnerability through
> which you went online
CROW: Yeah? Well I only respond to emotional vulnerability.
> (Cisco router, vulnerability CVE-2018-0296).
MIKE: [ Military Nerd voice ] Excuse me but the CVE-2018-0296 is the USS Ranger, a Forrestal-class supercarrier with a displacement of 81,000 long tons under full load *thank* you.
> I went around the security system in the router,
CROW: I jabbed my foot into an endtable.
> installed an
> exploit there.
TOM: Stepped on a Lego block ... you know, your security is pretty *good*, I have to say.
> When you went online, my exploit downloaded my malicious code
MIKE: Well, it's not malicious so much as it is passive-aggressive code.
CROW: 'No, go ahead and read my page with the adblocker on, I'll be fine.'
> (rootkit) to your device.
TOM: Hey, we're trying to stay PG here!
> This is driver software,
CROW: This is driver software on drugs.
> I constantly updated it,
MIKE: The only way to foil it is to hit 'postpone updates until tomorrow' every single day!
> so your antivirus
> is silent all time.
TOM: Your Antivirus Silent All-time Hall of Famers!
> Since then I have been following you
CROW: Did you see me clicking like and share?
> (I can connect to your device
> via the VNC protocol).
MIKE: The VNC Protocol, starring Clint Eastwood, George Kennedy, and Vonetta McGee.
> That is, I can see absolutely everything that you do, view and
> download your files and any data to yourself.
TOM: [ Voice warbling ] Even my Knuckles/Marrissa Picard fanfic?
> I also have access to the camera on your device,
[ CROW and TOM squirm, uncomfortable. MIKE looks up so as not to have to acknowledge either. ]
> and I periodically
> take photos and videos with you.
MIKE: [ As though reading a postcard ] Having wonderful time, wish I were here ...
> At the moment, I have harvested a solid dirt...
TOM: [ Dramatic sting ] DUN-dun-dunnnnnnnn!
> on you...
MIKE: Merciful heavens!
TOM: Oh, Professor Firefly!
> I saved all your email and chats from your messangers.
MIKE: Your mess angers.
TOM: Your Me's Sangers.
> I also saved
> the entire history of the sites you visit.
TOM: You ah, got any copies of Web Site Number Nine kicking around there?
CROW: Your Mess an' Gers?
MIKE: Oh, you always want a plate of those if you go to a British pub.
> I note that it is useless to change the passwords.
TOM: [ As Chico ] 'Swordfish'?
> My malware update
> passwords from your accounts every times.
CROW: Yeah? Well ... my festive clockwork bubbles from your kneepads every thermostat!
> I know what you like hard funs (adult sites).
TOM: Ooh, hard funs?
MIKE: Yeah, those are the anise-tasting funs your gramma keeps in that glass dish on the coffee table that still smells like smoke even though she quit eighteen years ago.
[ TOM makes a little disappointed groan. ]
> Oh, yes .. I'm know your secret life, which you are hiding from
CROW: The weed of crime bears bitter fruit!
> Oh my God, what are your like... I saw THIS ...
TOM: With a Hubbard squash?
MIKE: In the library?
CROW: On Professor Plum?
> Oh, you dirty
> naughty person ... :)
MIKE: [ As Elmer Fudd ] 'I'm just as God made me, sir .... hehehehehehehehe.'
> I took photos and videos of your most passionate funs with adult
TOM: Not my adult content! My automobile titles, my disclosure paperworks from the Dental Maintenance Organization. Ream after ream of cadastral maps for the properties I bought at the tax sale!
MIKE: Jeez, all *my* adult content is sad little grunts of pain after I kneel down and stand up again.
> and synchronized them in real time with the image of your
MIKE: Who cares about images of my camera?
[ CROW and TOM hide down in their chairs. ]
> Believe it turned out very high quality!
CROW: Sing the unwashed park bench gryphon!
> So, to the business!
MIKE: [ As Adam West ] To the business-pole, old chum!
> I'm sure you don't want to show these files and visiting history to
> all your contacts.
TOM: *Including* that person at hotels dot com that dealt with your weird duplicate-loyalty-card nonsense.
> Transfer $848 to my Bitcoin cryptocurrency wallet:
[ CROW just bursts out laughing ]
[ CROW continues giggling ]
MIKE: Foz Fib Plor?
TOM: I'm trying to figure this as like a Fozzie Bear branded Mister Pibb but it's not coming together.
> Just copy and paste the wallet number when transferring.
TOM: It's totally not the SimCity 2000 funding cheat code!
CROW: [ Still giggling ]
MIKE: You okay, buddy?
CROW: Yeah, I just, I mean, 848 dollars?
> If you do not know how to do this - ask Google.
MIKE: Well, he was going to demand $849 but figured, why be greedy?
TOM: I heard he was looking for $847.74 but rounded up the dollar to donate to the local food bank.
CROW: Oh, well that's good of him, then.
> My system automatically recognizes the translation.
MIKE: 'Translate from Latvian'? The heck?
> As soon as the specified amount is received, all your data will be
> destroyed from my server,
TOM: 'Because I'm dealing with this annoying ransomware hacker myself.'
> and the rootkit will be automatically
> removed from your system.
CROW: Thanks to my self-propelled technogarden trowel!
> Do not worry, I really will delete everything,
MIKE: [ Warbly teenager voice ] E-e-everything?
TOM: 'Well, not your DVR. That you have to watch on your own.'
> since I am 'working'
> with many people who have fallen into your position.
CROW: Yeah, well, *I'm* taking pictures of you doing that on *your* web cam, how does *that* feel?
> You will only have to inform your provider about the vulnerabilities
> in the router so that other hackers will not use it.
MIKE: [ Extremely nerdy ] You know, even the most secure routers are vulnerable to a proton torpedo hitting their thermal exhaust port through a shaft right to the reactor system.
> Since opening this letter you have 48 hours.
CROW: 49, if it's Daylight Saving Time.
> If funds not will be received, after the specified time has elapsed,
TOM: I'll take $582.50 in bitcoin instead?
MIKE: How about $146 in dogecoin?
CROW: Would you believe what's left on a $20 Borders gift card and a 50-pfennig coin I got going to Oberammergau in 1990?
> the disk of your device will be formatted,
MIKE: The format: Swiss-style match pairing, ten rounds or until 10:00.
> and from my server will automatically send email and sms
TOM: Oh, I don't need all those sms, just send me one sm.
CROW: With sms an educated consumer is our best customer.
> to all your
> contacts with compromising material.
MIKE: It's not 'compromising', it's 'seeking a pragmatic, centrist solution'!
TOM: Bad praxis, Mike.
> I advise you to remain prudent
CROW: When you're prudent, you make a prune out of dents.
[ MIKE sets a hand on CROW's shoulder. ]
> and not engage in nonsense (all files
> on my server).
MIKE: And all the ships at sea! Flash!
> Good luck!
TOM: If Woody had gone right to the police, this would never have happened.
MIKE: C'mon, let's blow this popsicle stand.
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> I know what you like hard funs (adult sites).
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