Triggered
OKAY OKAY HOLY SHIT BRO LISTEN—
I didn’t mean for it to go that far. It was just supposed to be a tiny XSS on some dead subdomain. Like, a lil’ script kiddie joyride. You know—<script>alert("haxd")</script> kinda thing?
Not like... trigger a national security event or whatever the fuck this turned into.
AND THEN—I swear to god—I uploaded one test payload to that misconfigured S3 bucket with “nuke” in the filename (it was a joke, bro, A JOKE), and now there's like... FIVE unmarked SUVs outside my grandma’s duplex and a weird dude in cargo pants walking his dog at 2am who definitely isn't from around here.
My VPN disconnected mid-session, ProtonMail is giving me weird login errors, and I got a DM on my alt that just said:
“nice pivot. see you soon ;)”
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???
I tried purging my laptop with dd if=/dev/urandom of=/dev/sda, but my dumbass forgot to unplug the backup drive. So now there’s a whole encrypted disk full of notes titled “EXFIL_001” and “DEFCON_PLA̷N̷S̷” sitting like a fat middle finger for the forensics team.
And you ever heard the phrase “quiet knock”? I JUST DID.
No doorbell. No pounding. Just that gentle, sinister tap-tap-tap like the Grim Reaper with a FISA warrant.
I’ve been hiding in this Taco Bell bathroom for six hours. My phone’s in a Faraday bag I made out of gum wrappers and despair. I’m using Tor on a burner Kindle I shoplifted last month. The only safe place left is some weird alt IRC channel hosted on a TLD I’ve never even heard of. .skidney or some shit.
Every time a toilet flushes I flinch.
Every time I hear footsteps I imagine black boots and someone yelling “HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE ‘EM.”
I'm gonna try to make it to the bus station and blend in with the 4am meth crowd. Maybe hitch a ride to Canada on a backroad and become a moose whisperer or whatever.
Whatever happens... clear my browser history.
Tell my cat I love her. And if they ask—I NEVER RAN A C2 SERVER. That port 4444 was for Minecraft. I swear.
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