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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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The BackYard
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First thing. I know I said these files are designed to make you think
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about something or another and they are. This one is no different than
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the others and hopefully people will catch what I am trying to get across.
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Next, the BackYard is used in this, but apply this story to any board that
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doesn't give access or NUPs out to anyone. I am not trying to boost my
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ego or anything like that. Just a simple story and not much more.
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It was late. REAL late. The clock that sat next to his computer said
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it was almost 11:44. Way past his bedtime, he risked facing his parents
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in order to try it. He had been planning it for days now. Tonight, he was
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going to do it, he was actually going to call the BackYard. With any luck,
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he would be validated by tommorow night.
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The lights were all off in his bedroom, and he was making sure to keep
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absoultely quiet. For days now he had worked as hard as he could to find
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the elusive phone number that would connect him to the BackYard. He had
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mailed all of his friends trying to find out who ran this mysterious board
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and what number it was at. He had even found out there was a new user
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password he would have to get past. But that was no trouble, for he was
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a hacker. He just knew he could get past that and be on his way to all sorts
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of neato files he could leech away at.
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Nine more minutes and he would call. It would be midnight then, and he
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could call and be one of the hyper-elite. He quickly glanced over his
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shoulder to make sure that his parents hadn't walked in to check on him.
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He sat there in his Superman pajamas waiting quietly. His walls were adorned
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with nintendo posters, middle school awards, and other stuff that was k00l.
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His computer desk was full of newly obtained disks of warez and he was
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just waiting to get more!
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Just today he had gotten the mail he wanted to see. It was from his best
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friend and the best hacker he knew. It was his best friend, Tommy, aka
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Leecher. His friend had DLed a file called FUCK0001.TXT. He didn't dare DL
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such a file because his parents would ground him from his computer for a
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year if they found out. PREDATOR. It was so simple. But it was the new user
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password for the BackYard, and would let him get on and get the account he
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so dearly wanted.
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Twelve o'clock! The time had come. He hit enter, and BitComm did the rest.
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He watched each number pass slowly....the number rang...and he heard the
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tell tale whistle of carrier being sent. He had never heard a more beautiful
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sound in his 11 and a half years. CONNECT 1200 scrolled out across his
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screen. He had connected to the BackYard! He almost yelled out but quickly
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silenced himself and looked around to make sure he hadn't been found out. A
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moment passed and no one came to his door so he figured he was safe.
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The title screen scrolled by so fast and he looked at it and studied
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each and every bit of it. He moved his trembling hands to his keyboard and
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slowly typed in the word, NEW. As expected, it asked him for the new user
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password. He typed as fast as he coul. P-R-E-D-A-T-O-R. The next second was
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the longest of his life, and he waited a lifetime for the response it seemed.
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"Welcome..." flashed on his screen. He had made it! He was a user on the
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hyper-elite board known as the BackYard.
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Boy would his friends be jealous! He slowly read all of the text that ran
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across his screen. So much to read but he just knew it would pay off. It
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took him almost 20 minutes to read the three pages of text. Some of it was
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legal stuff that he didn't quite understand, but the second part was about
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the board and the rules of it. He read and re-read each one to make sure
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he could remember them. The last thing he wanted was to break a rule on this
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board and get kicked off. Another [PAUSE] and it stopped. Ansi? What was
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that? Hmmm. Since he wasn't sure, he decided to hit N. A second later and
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it came to that dreaded time. He had to enter his handle. This question had
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kept him thinking for days now, whether or not to use a new one or an old
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one or something he had heard before. His mind was made up...BLACKBEARD. No
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one would guess who it was.
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He was tense, more tense than he had ever been. He slowly read, and typed
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and answered every question put to him. He was honest, boy was he honest.
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Lying just wasn't the thing to do, especially lying about stuff like his
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phone number, age, and all that. This sysop wouldn't erase him for lying!
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Seconds later and it was validation letter time. This was the only other
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thing that had crossed his mind these past few days. This was it...
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HELLO!!! AS YOU CAN SEE I AM NEW TO THIS BOARD. I GOT THE NUMBER FROM
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A REAL GOOD HACKER AND HE TOLD ME HOW TO GET ON THIS BOARD SO HERE I AM!!!
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I LIKE TO PLAY GAMES AND DOWN LOAD FILES BUT I EVEN UP LOAD FILES TOO! I
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WILL BE A GOOD USER I PROMISE SO GIVE ME A LOT OF ACCESS TO EVERYTHING ON
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THIS GREAT BOARD!
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BYE!!!
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BLACKBEARD!
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/S
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With the final enter he finished it off. It was only a day before he would
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be validated and he could call back and see everything he had been missing.
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He was too excited to do much more and besides, he had school tommorow. With
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a few keystrokes, he dropped carrier and went to bed.
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Far across town, in some obscure college dorm, on the sixth floor, a
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slight chuckle could be heard followed by a single "click". If you knew the
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keyboard well, and had good ears, you would know it was the 'D' key being
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hit.
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As I said. I am not really thinking my board is cool. It is better than
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a few of the boards in the area and such but who gives a shit. Anyway, the
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point of all this is just to make you think about how trivial being on one
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BBS is. I mean, you have access to a few more files, a few more subs to post
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drivel on, a few more g-files to read. Just don't make it a big issue to get
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on a board. Hell, I do it to so this is sorta "do as I say, not as I do".
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-Dam
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= Questions, comments, bitches, ideas, etc : z3mar@ttacs.ttu.edu : FUCK =
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= Official F.U.C.K. Distribution sites and information =
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= Board Number Other =
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= ----- ------ ----- =
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= Immortal Hate 806.745.8879 World HQ =
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= Ionic Destruction 215.722.0570 Eastern HQ =
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= Accounts NOT guaranteed on any F.U.C.K. distribution site. If you are =
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= interested in writing for, or in becoming a distribution site for =
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= F.U.C.K. call Immortal Hate, and apply for an account, or mail Dam =
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= at z3mar@ttacs.ttu.edu or on Immortal Hate. Knowledge is power... =
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