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((SWIGGITY SWOOTY IMMA HACK DAT BOOTY))

 

((Zeta shoots his terminal then curb stomps it)) *Sigh* Annoyed. I should have bought MACAFEE FUCKING ANTI VIRUS! *Click, boom spark spark spark*

 

((On what curb, though?))

 

The source server would be very difficult to route or gain access to. Many proxies and a few planet-surface LANs stand between any infiltration attempts and success.

If the attacks are super sophisticated (really high-tier programming and execution), then they might succeed in reaching the originating device. If the attacks are capable of gaining root access, they would discover a bare-bones system consisting of an incomprehensible, incompatible program that appears to be used for distribution, a few files indicating plans for future scams, and another encrypted file.

Attempting to access the encrypted file (or other parts of the system, location included) would activate a failsafe, shutting down the server and its proxies, and displaying a message that reads: "Can we help you?"

edit for clarification: this is the real IC response to tracing attempts.

 

Cateth's automated searches open the link and she proceeds to Roll her eyes as the attack fails, her automated anti-virus and firewalls effectively stopping it in its tracks. She mutters "Unimpressed: Not even close..." before refining the searches for "treasure, lore, booty, relics and the like" with safesearch enabled, and explicit content explicitly disabled.

Drige clicks the link denying the possibility he can download alien butts into existence from his datapad. As his device locks up he goes into a fit of rage cursing the existence of all posteriors and throws his pad onto the ground before unloading with on of his revolvers and going back to an electronics store to buy a new one. His browsing history and leaked files would reveal toxins and poisons saved to files marked "cooking recipies" as well as a blog about shapeshifting cultists.

 

Search History - Gay midgets stabbing each other naked.. ((2 years old. Back when Zeta was crazy))
-How to knock a human unconscious without killing them or paralyzing them.
-Solarium cannons cheap,
-Free Antivirus ((MacAfee))
-Need new Warp core.

 

Andy could have sworn he clicked the cat video link under it! He was quite alarmed at the "virus purged" message, physically shaking his phone, then looking back at the screen, tapping next. He returns to his cat video browsing as usual.

Mazliena, honestly have scoured odder places for anatomy practices for her art, clicked the link in her naivety.
Her PDA instantly went kaput. It was a very, very old model, and frankly, she's just glad she finally has an excuse for PDA shopping.

 

*Roison opens the link on his wrist console leaning on his bed wondering and wishing to see the booty of a hylotl friend of his, as the popup appears he sighs in resignation and shuts off the console. He turns it on again once he connected it to one of the terminals of his ship, in which he applies a backup he did a few days ago.
Annoyed that he has lost a few recent data he heads back to his room to try with “hot slut fish butt”*

 

((PSSST))
((YORI'S DEAD. ^u^))

 

((HER PICTURES AINT))

 

(( ill aboose my power on u guis so hard ))

 

((thats gross))

 

((But laughably delicious.))

 

(( delicious
you sound like a perv
more than perv
generic perv from the internet ))

 

((Why thank you I'm quite proud.))

 

(( My Plugin on chrome that makes Cloud=Butt made this hilarious ))

Silt Nerfer: As he is searching the internet for "Science" with his Monocle this pops up, and he clicks on it. Plugin failed to load. He Mutters "Darn" and goes back to searching for Science.

 

*A random worm somehow manages to hit a button on Tein's beige PDA device, which has by now, sunk quite deep along with his body into the dirt of Liberty Mills. However as the Hylotl is dead, his PDA device is made to flash the pane again and again, until that powerful battery runs dry. His last searches were, "How to construct a voice vocoder" "How to treat drug addiction to toxic top" "Powerful muscle enhancers cheap" "Incendiary rounds cheap" "Electrical prods high quality". Beyond this the beige device is filled with several ongoing investigation documents, a direct line to a government account containing some eleven thousand pixels, and several notes of apology and forgiveness in various stages of writing to a "Skarti".*

*Thaul hits the link with his large armored finger in an attempt to hit another and practically pops a vein, a line of swarthy curses spewing from his maw as he slams the old PDA into the ground with one hand, tosses it into the air, and then unsheathes and cuts the thing in two with his heatblade while gurgling some inane insult about anal passages and what was going to happen to somebody's. His recent searches contain the keywords "removing serial numbers" "how to show a man his heart before death" "burn cream" "burn cream" "working burn cream" "cheap working burn cream" "location of Altoecream headquarters" "industrial explosive for sale" "cheap working burn cream non stingy" "silk lined power armor crotch cup replacer".*

*Vikket's device is corrupted, he stares blankly at the flashing pane several times and his thin nose scrunches in disdain large orange eyes all blinking at once. "This is impossible, nothing like this ever happened to magnum PI!" He shrieks, his little gloved hands rattling out code into the device in a fit of investigative hacking fury, "YOU WILL KNOW THE WRATH OF TOM SELLECK, YOUR SERVERS WILL BE INFESTED WITH ONLY HIS LIKENESS, AND THAT OF HIS WHAT I AM ASSUMING IS HIS SPECTACULAR PENIS!" The little overcoat clad man then started to flood the sender of this message with several pornographic images of men in various stages of coitus with aliens, they of course, all had Tom Selleck's head crudely pasted atop their own, smiling at the viewer.*

*Timd is eating a bowl of oatmeal whilst sitting atop a building with his rifle, a blanket colored like the concrete and brick lazily draped about his person, he shifts his aviators as a blob of the breakfast sludge hits a link on his overly receptive PDA. He stares at the thing, his oatmeal covered beard dropping as his mouth goes agape. "Maaaan, that is the biggest bummer of bummers." He drones, before slowly pulling his combat knife from his vest, "Gotta old yellar you now boy." He mutters, in that perpetual hippy-drawl, before slowly stabbing his PDA with the blade, using his weight to crush it instead of any actual muscle. He mutters as he does so, "What a waste of porn dude".*