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So around 6-7 months ago I started this career as a hacker superstar, and now, with deep sadness, I have to tell my dear readers that I decided to end it. Yes, maybe this decision leaves deep marks on millions. Maybe some of you will have to do seppuku. But what can we do, destiny 🤣 Read this post, then you go do your seppuku again, man…

6 Months, 200 Dollars, One Kilo of Baklava

Let me start the post with this: what did I learn in these 6 months? My most valuable experience here was how fast 200 dollars finishes 🤣 If Agent Sesame just added one more zero to my bounty, I would eat at least one more kilo of baklava, man. But it didn’t happen. Destiny 🤣

So bros, in this blog I shared my whole story of getting into hacking from start to end, and then a bouquet of ‘Informative’ tickets I got from the famous programs. And after the 5th one, a question dropped on me. Like, man, somehow, however it happens, it doesn’t matter if my report is medium, high or critical, it gets swallowed the same way.

Same Bug, Different Costume, Same Verdict

Like Agent Sesame, Mr. Feature, or Mss. Fraud_detector were all different costumes but the same men or women, no? They all said the same thing, the same way. Bro, this is not security, I swear it’s not, if it was, the shop would be yours 🤣

I look, in one I found a race, in one I broke the price integrity (it even went to 3DS), in one I got almost 3000 dollars of unfair discount. All different programs, all the same triager. Does this kind of bullshit happen? No, isn’t it cruelty to make the same man work this much? Shame on you, where are the authorities when you need them 🤣

In the end I got stuck in this feeling. I join a new program but inside me there is a resistance. The imposter bastard is already on my back all the time. And fucking Claude is always playing the opposition, man, worse than the opposition party. To everything; like “bro this part is wrong, okay this looks right but I don’t think it’s fully right, but whatever, fine” it keeps going. This resistance grew. Now I was starting new programs already angry, man. Because that triager bastard got a grudge on me, ahahah. Like “bro try a few things and let it fail.” Then the imposter speaks from the corner; “like even if you do, you’ll find informative again and sit your ass down. You’re the informative king, man, 😒.” And I can’t say anything back, friend, it sounds reasonable.

Then I said, this can’t go on like this. So I started my inner journey again with one single question: how does a person get out of a situation? By looking at what is. And by questioning. And I set my intention on this. The first stop of this work was valuable information, so I went after it.

Reading the Rest

I have some kind of talent for reading the trace of a thing, bro. I don’t know if it has a name. Let me give an example. I sense a gap, or a signature, in life. In music even. I catch a rest in a song, but in a place where it shouldn’t be, and I become a loop maniac on that song. Look, two people sing it, one sings it normal, the other one, at a point that sounds kind of unrelated, stops for one second, maybe not even one second, just a moment, man. And he sells me the expectation. That moment you were supposed to say that word, why aren’t you saying it, I say. He doesn’t say it, and I get so much pleasure from this. Or an artist has a style, a style of using words, this is it bro. The man uses something — I don’t have the name for it, the literature people have it — like a rhyme logic or some kind of rhythmic word choice, whatever the fuck it is, and when someone else sings that song, I say “ah, did x write this?” and yes bro, he wrote it. Anyway, why did I tell this? Bro, it’s the same muscle.

If the System Was a Human, It’d Curse at Me

This is hack, I think. Hack is not lawlessness. It’s arranging the rules of the system so well that, to buy the product at a wrong price, the system goes to the bank itself. Or gives you its own signed, stamped invoice. Like, if the system was a human it would say: “bro there’s no problem, money came, I gave the goods, I cut the invoice from there, or the bank approved it.” Man, the system works, who the fuck are you talking about bug. If it had no shame it would even curse at me; “fuck off man, no bug or whatever here.” And I, exactly at that point, at that rest moment, stayed hungry living in this world 😂

At first I thought, man, systems are dumb, they’re machines, what do they understand. But the triager is a human being, man, he understands what I’m saying. He understood shit 🙂 you know the story. And this started to become a pattern, like I said, so many programs same triager. And what was it saying?

If you’re gonna live in this gap, bro, this is not your game.

What the Fuck Is a Game?

Hmm, game? Am I playing a game? Then a new question came: what the fuck is a game? What is a game really? This world, my life right now, it’s like some kind of game but it’s not clear either. But for sure someone thought about this, man. I said spit it out, who looked into this game business? Forget game theory, man; the game I mean wasn’t “how to play the game better.” What was the game, really? And a man called out to me from 40 years ago. Finite and Infinite Games. Carse abi reached out from there, bless him.

This man says, there are at least two kinds of games in life. One is finite, one is infinite. The finite one is played to win, the infinite one to keep playing. This hit me so hard… Man, I said, by letting my infinite game get fucked by the judgments of finite referees, I’m doing the biggest harm to myself. I loved playing, man. Reading the rest, breaking the system — not cheating it.

Man, when I first started hacking I looked at this: what the fuck is cyber, what is cybernetics? And it comes from Greek — kybernetes, the helmsman, the one who steers the ship. Steering, bro. So I’m not a hacker. I’m more like one of those gentleman bastards who beat the system with wit, not force 😂 I don’t break the lock, I make the system hand me the key itself. And I let an outside guy grade my steering. And then I get angry at the game itself. If you take the permission to play from outside, their judgments beat your truth, bro, that’s the result. And they beat me up good already 🤣

Play, or Get Results?

Okay fine, good, but how is this making-millions-by-playing thing gonna work? Especially when the ones who want you to keep playing are doing everything so you can’t play right here. Like taking away your right to appeal, not caring at all if you’re right or wrong?

There are two options I want to talk about, otherwise there are many options anyway. First one; Carse says, when you’re serious while playing a game, you’re actually not playing, you’re sweating for someone else’s game. But if you’re having fun and enjoying, you’re in your own game. And as long as you can’t hold this balance and keep playing your game on the money-reputation axis, you’re dependent on an outside referee. So play this serious game and search for new programs with anger, build scenarios of “will they give informative again,” stay in the dilemma of “whether I find a bug or not, what will happen anyway”… And maybe one day your luck turns and you make another 200 dollars.

The other option is; bro, understand your game. Do you want to play, or do you want results? This is not the poor man’s comfort of someone saying “I’m playing and I don’t want results.” This is the story of “I’m not handing my game to someone else’s judgment.”

A Place Where You Can’t Fight Dirty

And that’s exactly what I did. And I found myself on the road again. At first it felt like an escape, now as I go deeper it continued as a wave of pleasure. The thing was this; my findings, in the Web2 lands, were obviously begging to be ignored. Because there was a kind of authority there. The man could fight dirty — “our fraud system handles it, even if you buy the product at a broken price my insurance handles it, and I’ll find you anyway, physical product blah blah.” So was there a place where you can’t fight dirty, man?

And there was, bro. That’s the only reason I jumped into the arms of Web3 at this stage. Actually it turns out I built all my searching on logic this whole time. Actually because bending the system, not breaking it, gains meaning here — that’s why I’m here. Let me touch this though. This doesn’t mean “fuck Web2, Web3 is the best.” I don’t know, but I’m building a strategy. I’ll try, I’ll see, and actually I’ll learn. Otherwise nobody is taking my Web2 skills. But at this stage I’m betting on the possibility that looking at the thing one level above Web2, instead of Web2, is a good step for me. And pay attention, I’m playing. Tomorrow will a referee come from here and say “no man, there’s no problem here”? Probably. And what will I say to him?

Hassiktir oradan! This is my game. Arrivederci…