Placebo – Running Up That Hill

Author Juhani Smura
In Psyco
22Jan 12

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Cyberant at Hacker Project

Author Juhani Smura
In Hacking
21Jan 12

Hacker Project is a virtual world for global hackers. I’ve been a user just a few days, so I don’t know all the features yet. At the site you crack into servers, execute task and earn money. For this you need certain software and a computer. With the money you earn, you can upgrade your computer.
 
Strategy hints for beginner at Hacker Project
Delete files is a very simple task and take them for the beginning.
Upgrade your computer as much as you have money
Try to find and download better cracking software from servers you have cracked
You don’t have to wait while deleting files but instead you can connect another server and start the delete process on multiple servers.

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At Kuokkala, part I

Author Juhani Smura
In CAW in English
20Jan 12

Moments earlier I had lurked my victim. Or when it’s about Janne Nygård, it is probably improper to talk about victim. During his short life, that man had done so much evil, that he certainly deserved his fate. It just took a little too long before someone was willing to pay for its implementation. So when I was contacted regarding this issue, I really did not hesitate to take it, even if the sum should have been a little more precise. And it’s always nice to visit Kuokkala :-)
 

Nygård flocks had his hut at Kuokkala church. I could handle the job easier, but I’d always wanted to see the place inside. It was built on during the old order of time with the parishioners’ money before the masses differed from the church. The church went into financial difficulties, it was sold to immigrants for a mosque. But when state revenues plummeted, ran out of the revenues from immigrants too. And the next owner was Janne Nygård.
 

The church did not have nothing to see, but was beaten up for good. The church hall was like a big open office in two floors. Brothel without unnecessary privacy. This way customers and the enslaved sex workers were easily controllable.
 

I was prepared for the task with poison and an old friend of mine: 9.00 mm Glock. Immediately, when I would have a change, I would stick it into Janne Nygård and I would leave the place without further delay.
 
- Days, what should it be for a gentleman?
- I guess there is no need for specialities. A woman for half an hour. What does it cost?
- The man looked at me. First time, huh?
- Yeah, do I get any discount?
- Sure, of course – Laura! The man shouted, and a woman 40+ walked at the place.
- Do him and charge 200 rubles.
 
Laura smiled at me and asked to follow and I followed. We walked up the stairs to the second floor of the structure.
- Well, lets not waste the time, Laura said, and settled down on the bed. Despite the age of his face seemed beautiful and so painful. I just watched her for a moment, and I noticed that Laura started to feel uncomfortable. I think she preferred to be unnoticed.
 
But I did not come to church to see Laura, and went on the top of her, turned her around, I pushed my arms around her neck, and began to squeeze the woman unconscious. Jugulars were closed and the brain no longer received any oxygen, and soon Laura was lying unconscious. In the background is was playing “We were born to die.”

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Kuokkalassa, osa I

Author Juhani Smura
In Muurahaisen matka
19Jan 12

Hetkeä aikaisemmin olin väijynyt uhriani. Tai kun kyse on Janne Nygårdista lienee epäkorrektia puhua uhrista. Tuo mies oli kohtalaisen lyheyn elämänsä aikana tehnyt niin paljon pahaa, että varmasti ansaitsi kohtalonsa. Kesti vain vähän liian pitkään ennenkuin joku oli halukas maksamaan sen toimeenpanosta. Niinpä kun tuo yhteydenotto asian tiimoilta tuli, en juurikaan empinyt ottaa tehtävää vastaan, vaikka summassa olisikin ollut hieman tarkennettavaa. Ja ainahan sitä piipahtaa Kuokkalassa kun vain tilaisuus tarjoutuu :-)
 
Nygård laumoineen piti majaansa Kuokkalan kirkossa. Olisin voinut hoitaa homman helpomman kaavan mukaankin, mutta olin aina halunnut käydä sisällä kyseisessä paikassa. Se rakennettiin joskus vanhan järjestyksen aikaan seurakuntalaisten rahoilla ennen kuin suuret massat erosivat kirkosta. Seurakunnan ajaudutua taloudellisiin vaikeuksiin se myytiin ensin maahanmuutajille moskeijaksi. Mutta kun valtion tulot romahtivat, loppuivat tulot myös maahanmuuttajilta. Ja seuraava omistaja olikin Janne Nygård.
 
Välinpitämättömyyteni kuitenkin kostautui. Kirkossa ei ollut mitään nähtävää, mutta turpaan tuli senkin edestä. Kirkkosaliin oli kyhätty kaksikerroksinen rakennelma joka muistutti sermeillä rajattua avokonttoria. Ilotalo ilman turhaa yksityisyyttä. Näin paitsi asiakkaat myös orjuutetut seksityöläiset oli helposti valvottavissa.
 
Olin varautunut tehtävään myrkkypiikillä ja varmuuden vuoksi vanhalla ystävälläni: Glock 9,00mm. Esiintyisin asiakkaana ja tilaisuuden tullen tuikkaisin Jannea piikillä ja poistuisin paikalta enempää viivyttelemättä.
 
- Päiviä, mitä herralle saisi olla? Vastaanottovirkailijijan tehtävää toimittava mieshenkilö sanoi.
- Ei kai tässä mitään ihmeellisyyksiä tarvita. Nainen puoleksi tunniksi. Mitä maksaa?
- Mies katsoi minua päätään hieman kallistaen, kuin arvioidakseen mikä oikein olin miehiäni
- Eka kerta vai?
- Joo, sillä saa varmaan jotain alennusta.
- Toki, toki – Laura! Mies huudahti ja 40+ naikkonen käveli nuutuneen oloisesti paikalle.
- Hoidahan mies ja laskuta siltä 200 ruplaa normaalista.
 
Laura hymyili minulle ja pyysi seuraamaan ja minä seurasin. Kävelimme portaat ylös rakennelman toiseen kerrokseen, jossa Laura johdatti minut huoneeseen, jonka ovessa luki Gustafsson.
 
- No niin, ei suotta hukata aikaa, Laura sanoi ja asettui sängylle. Iästä huolimatta hänen kasvonsa näyttivät kauniilta ja hymystä huolimatta niin tuskaisilta. Jään vain katsomaan häntä hetkeksi ja kohta Laura alkaa tuntemaan olonsa vaivautuneeksi. Hän ei taida haluta että häntä huomattaisiin.
 
Mutta en tullut kirkkoon Lauraa katsomaan ja niinpä kömmin hänen päälleen, käänsin hänet ympäri, työnsin käsivarteni kaulan ympärille ja aloin puristaa naista tajuttomaksi. Kaulavaltimot painautuivat nopeasti kasaan eivätkä aivot enää saaneet happea, eikä aikaakaan kun Laura makasi tajuttomana. Taustalla soi ”We were born to die”.

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Worshippers of Ukko

Author Juhani Smura
In CAW in English
3Jan 12

At the University area had gathered a number of worshippers of Ukko preparing themselves for torture. Whether the times are, religions will never die. They just upgrade to adapt to the needs of the society. Religions are needed precisely because of faith. Man is possessed with the fact that he cannot ever really know. Such a brainstorm is so hard that most of us will rather choose to believe in something, than leave the question open. Religions, above all, are needed to protect ourselves from your own minds.
 

Shamans do not like me, and I do not like anyone. They do not want to be disturbed, but I’m walking close to the crowd and I feel how hostile eyes needle on me. Faces turn to hate when I continue to ignore the rituals of their journey – I do not agree to respect anyone. A group attack of fanatics would be too much for me, and before the voltage reaches the point of attack, I’ll have to respond. I stare them back while I pull my Glock out of my jacket.
 

Shaman turns away and gives a mark to continue the ritual. Two antlered whipper start their work. Sounds of lashing starts without any cries of pain, though pain can be seen on every face. There are many ways and the pain, of course, is one way to go. At the beginning the spiritual dimension is much easier to find with a physical way. But with developed skills you should succeed without it. The use pain only demonstrates the poor wisdom – or simply stupidity.

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