Ragnar
A Master From Germany
Got this forwarded to my Claverhouse email...
Hello webmaster@
My nickname in darknet is fin30.
I'll begin by saying that I hacked this mailbox (please look on 'from' in your header) more than six months ago,
through it I infected your operating system with a virus (trojan) created by me and have been monitoring you for a long time.
Even if you changed the password after that - it does not matter, my virus intercepted all the caching data on your computer
and automatically saved access for me.
I have access to all your accounts, social networks, email, browsing history.
Accordingly, I have the data of all your contacts, files from your computer, photos and videos.
I was most struck by the intimate content sites that you occasionally visit.
You have a very wild imagination, I tell you!
During your pastime and entertainment there, I took screenshot through the camera of your device, synchronizing with what you are watching.
Oh my god! You are so funny and excited!
I think that you do not want all your contacts to get these files, right?
If you are of the same opinion, then I think that $500 is quite a fair price to destroy the dirt I created.
Send the above amount on my bitcoin wallet: 1MN7A7QqQaAVoxV4zdjdrnEHXmjhzcQ4Bq
As soon as the above amount is received, I guarantee that the data will be deleted, I do not need it.
Otherwise, these files and history of visiting sites will get all your contacts from your device.
Also, I'll send to everyone your contact access to your email and access logs, I have carefully saved it!
Since reading this letter you have 48 hours!
After your reading this message, I'll receive an automatic notification that you have seen the letter.
I hope I taught you a good lesson.
Do not be so nonchalant, please visit only to proven resources, and don't enter your passwords anywhere!
Good luck!
It should be scarcely needed to mention I run Linux, but also I haven't seen a virus since I left Windows [ as a courtesy I run rootkit hunter etc. every now and again for the benefit of Windows users, poor things, but never find a thing ] + plus the cognoscenti no longer talk of viruses but of the more portentous-sounding ' MALWARE'.
As I have no webcam, and visit no more racy sites than Danbooru, I feel safe in shouting from the wind-struck mountain-top, "Do your worst, 1MN7A7QqQaAVoxV4zdjdrnEHXmjhzcQ4Bq, and I'll continue to enter my passwords everywhere !"
I always feel, without condescension, it must be a well-nigh impossible task for modern Americans to be expected to notice the delicate subtleties of Formby songs, which in addition are sung in a Lancashire accent; but suggestive meanings are hidden within, if unnecessary to the unperceiving pure of heart.
Things have gone wrong, with my love song I'm not serenading tonight.
In my place there's somebody new, doing the things that I ought to do.
I wonder who's under her balcony now, who's kissing my girl
Will he kiss her under the nose,
Or underneath the archway where the Sweet William grows
If he's fresh and gets too free, I hope a bulldog bites him in the place it bit me.
I wonder who s under her balcony now, who s kissing my girl.
I wonder who's under her balcony now, who's kissing my girl.
Will he kiss her under the nose, or underneath the archway where the Sweet William grows.
I will bet ten to one, there's not a thing that he can do that I haven't done.
I wonder who's under her balcony now, who's kissing my girl.
I wonder who's under her balcony now, who's kissing my girl.
Will he kiss her under the nose or underneath the porch way where the Sweet William grows.
May he fall, feel a wreck, and stagger home with half the trellis work round his neck.
I wonder who's under her balcony now, who's kissing my girl.
I wonder who's under her balcony now, who's kissing my girl.
Will he kiss her under the nose, or underneath the archway where the Sweet William grows.
I hope he, catches the lot, when she empties out her old geranium pot .
I wonder who's under her balcony now, who's kissing my girl.
Hello webmaster@
My nickname in darknet is fin30.
I'll begin by saying that I hacked this mailbox (please look on 'from' in your header) more than six months ago,
through it I infected your operating system with a virus (trojan) created by me and have been monitoring you for a long time.
Even if you changed the password after that - it does not matter, my virus intercepted all the caching data on your computer
and automatically saved access for me.
I have access to all your accounts, social networks, email, browsing history.
Accordingly, I have the data of all your contacts, files from your computer, photos and videos.
I was most struck by the intimate content sites that you occasionally visit.
You have a very wild imagination, I tell you!
During your pastime and entertainment there, I took screenshot through the camera of your device, synchronizing with what you are watching.
Oh my god! You are so funny and excited!
I think that you do not want all your contacts to get these files, right?
If you are of the same opinion, then I think that $500 is quite a fair price to destroy the dirt I created.
Send the above amount on my bitcoin wallet: 1MN7A7QqQaAVoxV4zdjdrnEHXmjhzcQ4Bq
As soon as the above amount is received, I guarantee that the data will be deleted, I do not need it.
Otherwise, these files and history of visiting sites will get all your contacts from your device.
Also, I'll send to everyone your contact access to your email and access logs, I have carefully saved it!
Since reading this letter you have 48 hours!
After your reading this message, I'll receive an automatic notification that you have seen the letter.
I hope I taught you a good lesson.
Do not be so nonchalant, please visit only to proven resources, and don't enter your passwords anywhere!
Good luck!
It should be scarcely needed to mention I run Linux, but also I haven't seen a virus since I left Windows [ as a courtesy I run rootkit hunter etc. every now and again for the benefit of Windows users, poor things, but never find a thing ] + plus the cognoscenti no longer talk of viruses but of the more portentous-sounding ' MALWARE'.
As I have no webcam, and visit no more racy sites than Danbooru, I feel safe in shouting from the wind-struck mountain-top, "Do your worst, 1MN7A7QqQaAVoxV4zdjdrnEHXmjhzcQ4Bq, and I'll continue to enter my passwords everywhere !"
I always feel, without condescension, it must be a well-nigh impossible task for modern Americans to be expected to notice the delicate subtleties of Formby songs, which in addition are sung in a Lancashire accent; but suggestive meanings are hidden within, if unnecessary to the unperceiving pure of heart.
Things have gone wrong, with my love song I'm not serenading tonight.
In my place there's somebody new, doing the things that I ought to do.
I wonder who's under her balcony now, who's kissing my girl
Will he kiss her under the nose,
Or underneath the archway where the Sweet William grows
If he's fresh and gets too free, I hope a bulldog bites him in the place it bit me.
I wonder who s under her balcony now, who s kissing my girl.
I wonder who's under her balcony now, who's kissing my girl.
Will he kiss her under the nose, or underneath the archway where the Sweet William grows.
I will bet ten to one, there's not a thing that he can do that I haven't done.
I wonder who's under her balcony now, who's kissing my girl.
I wonder who's under her balcony now, who's kissing my girl.
Will he kiss her under the nose or underneath the porch way where the Sweet William grows.
May he fall, feel a wreck, and stagger home with half the trellis work round his neck.
I wonder who's under her balcony now, who's kissing my girl.
I wonder who's under her balcony now, who's kissing my girl.
Will he kiss her under the nose, or underneath the archway where the Sweet William grows.
I hope he, catches the lot, when she empties out her old geranium pot .
I wonder who's under her balcony now, who's kissing my girl.
