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The time: 5:30 p.m.. The place: It could be anywhere on Whyville. The people
involved: Confidential. This is my journal and my time. I'll see you
around....
My palms are sweating, my fingers are sticking the keyboards. My eyes are
glued to the computer screen. In particular, glued to a face on Whyville. An
avatar. A chat bubble pops out of my character's mouth, with the name of the
other head as the addressing statement. I wait... and wait... and wait for a
response, my shoulders rigid, my entire body waiting... waiting... waiting for
the answer.
"C'mon, C'mon!!" I whisper to the computer screen, as I lean slowly
forward. Then suddenly, a chat bubble pops out of the other person's mouth. I read it...
"YES!!!"
I immediately log out, and log back in. I send some clams around, and send some
face parts as well. My mood is lifted up high, and I feel so good!! Okay, okay,
not exactly good. But on top of the world, and like nobody can beat me. Well,
guess what just happened?
Another account got hacked.
I, the hacker, was waiting for someone to give me their password. For a
'makeover', they thought. Boy, were they right. That 'makeover' gave me
approximately 750 clams in un-expireable and expireable face parts and clams.
Multiply this by the other... let's see... five accounts I've hacked today, that
makes about... 4600 clams!!!
My face breaks into a smile. I guess this means another shopping spree at Akbar's!
Yes, it's sad, but true. I know eight people on Whyville who have had their
accounts broken into, their clams sent anywhere else, their face parts given to
countless people and their accounts taped because the hacker used bad language.
And all for what?
A makeover.
Don't give out your password. That's rule number one.
I also think you shouldn't tell anybody your age, and if someone asks you for
asl (age, gender, location) either lie or get out of that room. My younger
brother had his account hacked about a year ago. He was new on Whyville, and he
had heard all the fun and cool things I'd said about it. He gave out his
password to a girl who said she could raise his salary for him. His account was
taped, his meager savings of clams were gone and his favorite face parts, the
ones he had saved for weeks for, were stolen.
We don't need any more heartbroken kids. Don't give out any personal
information. Trust me.
-Icefairy
p.s. I am not a hacker -- I was just seeing that situation through the eyes
of a hacker at the start of this article. Thank you.
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