From d'er?@d'er?.d'er? Thu Feb 10 11:53:52 2000 Path: ousrvr3.oulu.fi!newsfeed2.funet.fi!newsfeed3.funet.fi!news.kpnqwest.fi!EU.net!news.maxwell.syr.edu!newshub2.home.com!news.home.com!news1.rdc2.tx.home.com.POSTED!not-for-mail From: "Sir Dies-A-Lot" Newsgroups: rec.games.roguelike.nethack References: <38A0474F.21B10B19@comset.net> Subject: Re: Russian Hackers Offer Databases Lines: 107 X-Newsreader: Microsoft Outlook Express 4.72.3110.1 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.3110.3 Message-ID: Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2000 23:35:07 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 24.4.101.142 X-Complaints-To: abuse@home.net X-Trace: news1.rdc2.tx.home.com 950052907 24.4.101.142 (Tue, 08 Feb 2000 15:35:07 PST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2000 15:35:07 PST Organization: @Home Network Xref: ousrvr3.oulu.fi rec.games.roguelike.nethack:98947 ACK! MY TEXT! CAN'T FIX!... Well, let's see here... hackbase <38A0474F.21B10B19@comset.net> wandered into the small ba-- eating and drinking establishment in Minetown and muttered the following gibberish while Sir Dies-A-Lot attempted to get the following words in edgewise: >Russian Hackers Offer Databases > Spoiler servers? > Hear ye, hear ye! We have obtained databases of residents in >virtually every city and town of Europe, America, the UK and France. Okay, no spoilers. But, monster databases are fine. Do you have Minetown? > Now you can find any person who you know at least something about: > you can find the person's address by the person's telephone number, >the person's phone number and his or her name by the address, or you can Phone numbers? No one has phones in the Dungeons of Doom... hey... wait a minute. You're not really running a monster spoiler database, are you? >enter the person's name and find his or her telephone number. Say, you >met a girl >in Amsterdam Oh, oh! Nymph and succubus chasing. I'm losing my doubts... >and you don't know anything about her but her >name and date >of birth. Don't worry: this information will be enough to find out >everything about her - her phone, address, last name, and even the >number of her > passport and her driver's license. Why would I want to know all that? Passports and cars don't exist down here... >Or, say, your Berlin business >partner left you just his cellular phone number. No problem at all. In >just one second you will find out his name, his home address and phone >number, or, if you wish, his age, the number of his passport and the >number of >his driver's license. Hey... wait a minute. You guys don't even know what NetHack is, do you? >Do you want to know who owns the car under your >window? Just enter the vehicle's license plate number, and you will know > >all the data on its owner. We can do it all, and now so can you. Oh dear. You guys are those spammer people who write about cracking and stuff. Aren't you? We're going to have to do something about this. I'm afraid that LART skills are not even on my #enhance list, so I'll leave the LARTing to the experts. Now, let me dash off for a second with my dog Scruffy. *Runs off and returns with significantly more than he left with.* Here, have this lamp, and these candles. Here's an icebox and a vial of this clear fluid. You could use some of this (cursed -3) chain mail, too. You're quite welcome, sir. Think nothing of it. These items should get you started with NetHack. Great game, might I suggest it? Oh, and I'd like to give you just one more lesson. Be right back. *Dashes away leaving a bewildered Russian Hacker. Angry shouts are heard as Sir Dies-A-Lot returns.* Oh? Your lesson you say? *Angry yells get louder.* As our kind shopkeepers Mr.. Asidonhopo, Mr.. Izchak, and Mr.. Tirebolu will attest, death is ALWAYS imminent. *Said shopkeepers burst in angrily as Sir Dies-A-Lot points at the hacker.* He's the thief! I saw him! *Sir Dies-A-Lot creeps out as several pain-filled screams and wand zaps fill the b--... establishment. The shopkeepers walk out dusting their hands off muttering something about 'scum' and come across Sir Dies-A-Lot, with his pack considerably bulkier. They take no mind.* You're quite welcome, sirs. I understand how hard it is to run an honest business with theives like that plundering your shops every time you glance away. Tricky, aren't they? Well, I must be going. After that amulet and all that. Bye. *Sir Dies-A-Lot hurries out as the trio of shopkeepers return to their shops only to find them looted. Let us end this scene now, for the sake of discretion.*