[F.U.C.K. is an e-zine that I started on January 24, 1993 and ended on January 24, 2000. One concept is that articles should be timeless if possible, so they were not released with dates. As such, the date on this blog is not exact but I will try to use a date as close as possible.]
First thing. I know I said these files are designed to make you think about something or another and they are. This one is no different than the others and hopefully people will catch what I am trying to get across. Next, the BackYard is used in this, but apply this story to any board that doesn’t give access or NUPs out to anyone. I am not trying to boost my ego or anything like that. Just a simple story and not much more.
It was late. REAL late. The clock that sat next to his computer said it was almost 11:44. Way past his bedtime, he risked facing his parents in order to try it. He had been planning it for days now. Tonight, he was going to do it, he was actually going to call the BackYard. With any luck, he would be validated by tomorrow night.
The lights were all off in his bedroom, and he was making sure to keep absolutely quiet. For days now he had worked as hard as he could to find the elusive phone number that would connect him to the BackYard. He had mailed all of his friends trying to find out who ran this mysterious board and what number it was at. He had even found out there was a new user password he would have to get past. But that was no trouble, for he was a hacker. He just knew he could get past that and be on his way to all sorts of neato files he could leech away at.
Nine more minutes and he would call. It would be midnight then, and he could call and be one of the hyper-elite. He quickly glanced over his shoulder to make sure that his parents hadn’t walked in to check on him. He sat there in his Superman pajamas waiting quietly. His walls were adorned with Nintendo posters, middle school awards, and other stuff that was k00l. His computer desk was full of newly obtained disks of warez and he was just waiting to get more!
Just today he had gotten the mail he wanted to see. It was from his best friend and the best hacker he knew. It was his best friend, Tommy, aka Leecher. His friend had DLed a file called FUCK0001.TXT. He didn’t dare DL such a file because his parents would ground him from his computer for a year if they found out. PREDATOR. It was so simple. But it was the new user password for the BackYard, and would let him get on and get the account he so dearly wanted.
Twelve o’clock! The time had come. He hit enter, and BitComm did the rest. He watched each number pass slowly….the number rang…and he heard the tell tale whistle of carrier being sent. He had never heard a more beautiful sound in his 11 and a half years. CONNECT 1200 scrolled out across his screen. He had connected to the BackYard! He almost yelled out but quickly silenced himself and looked around to make sure he hadn’t been found out. A moment passed and no one came to his door so he figured he was safe.
The title screen scrolled by so fast and he looked at it and studied each and every bit of it. He moved his trembling hands to his keyboard and slowly typed in the word, NEW. As expected, it asked him for the new user password. He typed as fast as he could. P-R-E-D-A-T-O-R. The next second was the longest of his life, and he waited a lifetime for the response it seemed. “Welcome…” flashed on his screen. He had made it! He was a user on the hyper-elite board known as the BackYard.
Boy would his friends be jealous! He slowly read all of the text that ran across his screen. So much to read but he just knew it would pay off. It took him almost 20 minutes to read the three pages of text. Some of it was legal stuff that he didn’t quite understand, but the second part was about the board and the rules of it. He read and re-read each one to make sure he could remember them. The last thing he wanted was to break a rule on this board and get kicked off. Another [PAUSE] and it stopped. Ansi? What was that? Hmmm. Since he wasn’t sure, he decided to hit N. A second later and it came to that dreaded time. He had to enter his handle. This question had kept him thinking for days now, whether or not to use a new one or an old one or something he had heard before. His mind was made up…BLACKBEARD. No one would guess who it was.
He was tense, more tense than he had ever been. He slowly read, and typed and answered every question put to him. He was honest, boy was he honest. Lying just wasn’t the thing to do, especially lying about stuff like his phone number, age, and all that. This sysop wouldn’t erase him for lying! Seconds later and it was validation letter time. This was the only other thing that had crossed his mind these past few days. This was it…
HELLO!!! AS YOU CAN SEE I AM NEW TO THIS BOARD. I GOT THE NUMBER FROM A REAL GOOD HACKER AND HE TOLD ME HOW TO GET ON THIS BOARD SO HERE I AM!!! I LIKE TO PLAY GAMES AND DOWN LOAD FILES BUT I EVEN UP LOAD FILES TOO! I WILL BE A GOOD USER I PROMISE SO GIVE ME A LOT OF ACCESS TO EVERYTHING ON THIS GREAT BOARD!
With the final enter he finished it off. It was only a day before he would be validated and he could call back and see everything he had been missing. He was too excited to do much more and besides, he had school tomorrow. With a few keystrokes, he dropped carrier and went to bed.
Far across town, in some obscure college dorm, on the sixth floor, a slight chuckle could be heard followed by a single “click”. If you knew the keyboard well, and had good ears, you would know it was the ‘D’ key being hit.
As I said. I am not really thinking my board is cool. It is better than a few of the boards in the area and such but who gives a shit. Anyway, the point of all this is just to make you think about how trivial being on one BBS is. I mean, you have access to a few more files, a few more subs to post drivel on, a few more g-files to read. Just don’t make it a big issue to get on a board. Hell, I do it to so this is sorta “do as I say, not as I do“.