#crypto exploits

[10bmnews]

2025 Crypto Thefts Spike: Stolen Funds Hit $2.7 Billion In H1– Report

As the market soars with bullish momentum, crypto theft has also seen a record-breaking performance during the first half of this year. A recent report revealed that stolen funds from services so far have surpassed the numbers from previous years. Related Reading Stolen Crypto Service Funds Hit $2B In 6 months On Thursday, Chainalysis shared its “2025 Crypto Crime Mid-Year Update,” revealing…

[nando161mando]

We Have To Have A JOB To Get This Healthcare.....

[unopenablebox]

important part of my relationship is that my girlfriend isn't subscribed to money stuff, so when we walk to work together i can just describe really good money stuff bits to them

[yaboy-miz]

Y’all why tf is everyone in my high school getting into crypto

Like even the graphic design kids are doin it like bro

[jefferythejelly]

ok i thought about it for more than two seconds and like realistically he’s going from streaming on one website backed by something i hate (amazon) to probably still doing that and also streaming on a different website backed by something i hate (crypto and gambling websites) so like maybe it’s not That bad

[mentalbarf]

HAND THAT FEEDS

don't bite the hand Twitter: @mentalbarfwtf Mental Barf 2023

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[azover]

no one's saying that didn't happen, the problem is that it's making shit worse at a fast pace

it is very cool how before AI nobody cheated at school, people weren't paranoid and getting all their info from whatever unchecked source online, nobody was lonely and trying to fill that with whatever fictional romance or companionship, artists never lost their jobs, there was no global warming or data centers the internet was just floating around on the air don't worry about it..... anyways so sad how AI ruined everything LET'S GET MORE REACTIONARY NOWWWWWWW

[officialcyberly]

North Korean Hacker Caught Attempting to Infiltrate Major US Tech Companies

In a growing trend of cyber threats linked to North Korea, a recent attempted infiltration of a prominent US tech company has unveiled alarming new tactics being employed by the secretive state. A North Korean hacker, disguised under a fake identity, tried to secure a job at Kraken, a well-known cryptocurrency exchange, as part of a larger effort to gain access to sensitive data and systems.…

[senitent-flesh-computer]

today's tax reduction exploit

so you ever wanted to give one of you heirs some money but got hit with gift taxes. fear not crypto people got you covered just ask your heir to make a crypto coin and make the amount of token be 20 million or a similar amount or anything that will make the token price below 1.25-7.83 (USD/EUR/CHF) and the total sum of their starting list price around 40-90% of the amount you want to gift and list part of the tokens at the starting price and another part at a higher price and get them to post something on their personal social media accounts that they will list a crypto token for the fun of it say the list price and how it will be also make the holding period be like double the time it will take you to buy enough tokens to "gift" that sum to that heir so you don't risk the money going to someone else don't you you just want it to go up a bit from the starting price and just die also for larger sums make sure each wallet isn't responsible for more than 5000 (USD/EUR/CHF) or some monetary amount that may look suspicious at the end of all this make sure the heir makes the proceeds from the crypto be declared as capital gains (note please make sure that the token when promoted and the "gift" sum is larger buy some social media ad slots to increase the exposure of it for less suspicion make sure it's minimal effort and act as if it's some random idea the heir had and wanted to try out don't claim any innovation or promises of earnings and make it clear the investors are likely to lose money or gain nothing as depending on the country and future laws making it look like a "rugpull" will make it something that will be suspicious and patch this loophole in most tax codes)

[10bmnews]

Happy Ending: Crypto Hacker Returns Funds From $42 Million GMX Exploit

In a positive development for the crypto community, the individual responsible for the GMX exploit accepted the platform’s bounty and returned over $40 million worth of assets stolen from the project. Related Reading Crypto Hacker Takes $42 Million From GMX On Friday, the recent GMX V1 exploit ended on a happy note after the individual responsible for the incident turned into a white-hat hacker.…

[kaiasky]

nice! I was a bit surprised when you mentioned that the cheats you were looking at were a separate proc that acted as a proxy for the network packets, but also had an in-game GUI

So @kaiasky you asked for me to write something if I figure out more about how video game hacks work, and I did some more research.

At its most basic, if bytes are written on your machine, you can modify them. So if you have a binary on your machine, you can easily decompile it to assembly, modify the assembly, recompile it, and run it.

Except, wait, that sucks.

You have to know assembly well, which is miserable

It's really easy to brick a program that you do this to because of offsets

A lot of programs have checksums and other failsafes to detect direct modification

So that's not going to work very well.

Instead, you can ride along in the process that's executing the binary and execute your code there. For windows machines, it seems like the easiest way is DLL injection.

Now we get to use C instead of assembly (thank god) and we have a lot more flexibility. We don't want to touch the underlying binary because of (2) and (3), but since we're in the same address space as the program, we can write to the addresses that the program accesses. If we discover the location of a variable, we can overwrite its value with whatever we want.

We can abuse this further by messing with function pointers - if we can overwrite a value containing the location of another function within the binary, we can point it to our code instead, achieving arbitrary code execution. Yay! I think there are some countermeasures to this that cheat developers have to watch out for, but this is just a broad overview anyway.

Okay, great, but how do we figure out what to modify? We could read the entire binary in assembly, but I think I'd rather kill myself. Instead we have to use some tool to spy on the program. I remember using CheatEngine when I was little to cheat in flash games, and it turns out it still works pretty well - if you can repeatedly modify a value, you can use a tool to find its memory address (usually).

You can even trace back a pointer chain (ie, an attribute contained within a player object contained within a game object, but usually with many more layers) to its root and find a way to do location discovery entirely automatically, though this seems a little tricky sometimes.

Anyway. This is a very broad overview that raises as many questions as it answers for me, but I'm going to try playing around with some tools and seeing if I can get anywhere.

[luvfae]

BAD INVESTMENT

PART FOUR

summary: after plotting, thanos makes his first move on you and you fall for it.

parings: thanos/choi su bong x f!reader, myung gi x f!reader

warnings: swearing, mention of stalking, alcohol use, thanos drugs readers drink, steamy make out sesh, cheating, no smut tho sorry

bad investment masterlist

If anyone knew what Thanos was up to, they’d call him obsessed. But he wasn’t obsessed with you—not in the way people thought. No, he was obsessed with one thing: getting his revenge.

Stalking your and Myung-Gi’s Instagram pages was just the beginning. Every story you posted, every picture, every fleeting moment you shared with your followers—he absorbed it all. He tracked your every move, learned your routines, your habits.

He’d park outside your apartment building, waiting in the shadows, watching you come and go. He learned where you worked, which coffee shop you favored for your morning fix, where you met your friends after a long day, and, disturbingly, where your mother lived.

For an entire week, Thanos followed you around Seoul like a ghost, staying a step behind, careful to remain unseen. He studied you—your body language, the way you moved through your life, the people you surrounded yourself with. He was patient, methodical, knowing that everything he did was just part of the plan.

Nam-Gyu, who had fallen victim to Myung-Gi’s crypto scams just like Thanos had, was his eyes and ears on the ground when it came to Myung-Gi. The two of them were like wolves in the night, watching, waiting for their moment. Nam-Gyu kept tabs on Myung-Gi’s whereabouts, tracking him like prey.

Thanos didn’t need to rush. No, he had time. He’d waited long enough for this—he was prepared to wait even longer if it meant bringing Myung-Gi to his knees.

And the best part? He knew exactly how to use you to do it. You were the perfect bait, the perfect pawn. You were the weak link in Myung-Gi’s carefully constructed world, and Thanos would exploit that.

The more he followed you, the more he became convinced of something: he didn’t just want revenge. He needed it. And you… you were going to help him get it.

Tonight, you were at Club Pentagon with Myung-Gi and your circle of friends, the same group that always seemed to gravitate around you. Thanos had noticed it before—how popular you were, how you had this magnetism about you, a force that drew people in without effort. But goddamn, you were oblivious to the danger around you.

It was almost too easy.

Myung-Gi had slipped off to the bathroom, leaving you alone in the crowd. You were busy chatting with your friends, laughing at some pointless joke Nam-Gyu made to distract you—oblivious to the fact that Thanos was right there, observing.

While you were distracted, he moved swiftly, slipping a small pill into your drink, the kind of thing he knew would get you to lower your guard faster.

Thanos wasn’t going to do anything to you—not like that. He was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a fucking rapist. But he didn’t need to force you. No, he knew how to make you give in on your own. He just needed to push you in the right direction.

He exchanged a subtle nod with Nam-Gyu, who had been keeping you busy with some pointless rambling. Nam-Gyu’s job was done as you and your friends were still caught up in the conversation, laughing at whatever dumb shit he was saying, just in time for Myung-Gi to return.

Myung-Gi came back to the table, eyes scanning the scene briefly before grabbing your drink from the counter and handing it back to you with a smile. “Drink up, babe,” he said, too pleased with himself for whatever reason.

You didn’t hesitate, taking the glass and downing the rest of your cocktail in one swift motion, unaware of the subtle shift happening inside you.

Thanos, watching from the corner of the room, shook his head with a smirk. “He’s a fucking idiot,” he muttered under his breath, nudging Nam-Gyu. The man next to him snickered.

“Yeah, man, definitely,” Nam-Gyu agreed, watching you and Myung-Gi from a distance as the two of you resumed your dancing. “Better figure out how to get him away from her before it kicks in.”

Thanos’s gaze remained fixed on you, eyes narrowing as you pressed against Myung-Gi, your short dress riding up as his hands slid around your waist. The sight of you, so carefree, so unaware, sent a flash of irritation through him. Myung-Gi didn’t deserve you. You were too damn good for him, too damn good for someone who couldn’t even appreciate you properly.

Thanos gritted his teeth, watching as Myung-Gi pulled you closer, as if you were some kind of trophy to flaunt.

And for the first time since he’d seen you, Thanos couldn’t shake the feeling that he wanted you for himself.

This was only the beginning.

It only took ten minutes for the pill to take full effect. Your vision began to blur, the world around you spinning as your movements became sluggish. You stumbled slightly, the laughter that bubbled up from your chest sounding too loud, too giddy, as your words slurred and your hands wandered lower on Myung-Gi’s body. Without realizing it, your fingers tugged at the loops of his pants, pulling him closer, your touch becoming bolder.

Myung-Gi, however, wasn’t in the mood for that kind of attention. He liked PDA, sure—but not the kind that made people uncomfortable. Gently, he pushed you away, turning his focus toward his friends, a brief frown crossing his face.

You huffed in annoyance, tapping his shoulder to get his attention. “I’m going to pee,” you slurred, the words coming out more clipped than you intended.

Myung-Gi nodded absentmindedly, his eyes already elsewhere. “Okay,” he muttered, distracted by whatever his friends were saying.

You didn’t wait for anything more, pushing through the crowd with little care for the people you bumped into, your body swaying unsteadily as you made your way to the bathroom.

But as soon as you were alone, your tears started to well up, surprising even yourself. You weren’t a crier—not really—but the alcohol (or maybe the drugs you didn’t know were in your system) had a way of bringing things to the surface. Myung-Gi always seemed to ignore you, and maybe that was your fault for never demanding more. But, god, sometimes it felt like he didn’t appreciate you at all—didn’t care about the things you did for him, the things you gave him without hesitation.

You wiped at your eyes, brushing away the wetness with a shaky hand, but it only made the tears fall faster.

And from across the room, Thanos was watching. He’d been watching you for a while now, observing the way you moved, the way you spoke, the way you were now trying to hide your vulnerability behind a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. He couldn’t help but smirk to himself, seeing the tears that slipped down your cheeks.

It was almost too perfect. You were crying over that fucking loser—over Myung-Gi—and here was Thanos, waiting for the perfect moment to step in, to swoop in while you were vulnerable. This was his chance, the one he’d been waiting for. He could trap you in your weakness, use it to get what he wanted.

And once he had you—once he had your attention—he wasn’t going to let you go so easily.

Thanos slowly pushed his way through the crowd, his eyes locked onto you as you tried to steady yourself against the wall, still dabbing at your eyes with the back of your hand. The sight of you—broken, vulnerable—was all too tempting. He didn’t need to do much more than close the distance between the two of you, and he could see the signs that the pill was working: the way you swayed on your feet, the way your lips parted as your breath quickened, the way you didn’t even notice his approach until he was right in front of you.

“Hey,” Thanos said quietly, his voice rough with purpose, “you alright?”

You blinked up at him, the room tilting slightly as you tried to focus on his face. There was a flicker of recognition in your eyes, but the alcohol in your system drowned it out. You didn’t care to keep up the facade anymore, the walls you usually kept up crumbling in your drunken haze.

“I’m fine… Myung-Gi… he…” You trailed off, unsure of how to continue. But something about Thanos made it easier, the way his gaze held you captive, the way he just stood there waiting, like he already knew everything. Like he was the only one who truly saw you, who understood.

“Tell me,” he coaxed softly, leaning in closer.

You swallowed hard, your lips parting as you let the words spill out, one after the other. “I don’t know… I just… he doesn’t fucking get me, you know? Like, I’ve been with him for years, and it’s always the same fucking thing. Vanilla, boring, fucking… making love… when all I want is for him to fuck me. Just fuck me like he means it. He doesn’t even know how to make me feel like… like I matter.”

Your voice cracked slightly, the weight of your confession catching in your throat. Your face flushed, both from the alcohol and the rawness of your words. But Thanos wasn’t judging you. His eyes were fixed on you, a dark, almost amused smirk on his lips.

“That sounds miserable,” he said, his tone low, but laced with something darker, something predatory. “I can’t believe you’ve stuck around with him this long.”

You let out a bitter laugh, nodding. “Yeah… I guess I’m a fucking idiot for putting up with him. But… I just want to be wanted. To feel like someone actually… wants me. Not just… not just as a fucking… accessory or some shit.”

Thanos stepped closer, his presence towering over you, making your head swim as his words sank into your mind. “I get it,” he muttered, his voice a low rasp. “You deserve more than that fucking loser. You deserve someone who knows how to treat you right. Someone who knows how to make you feel alive, not like you’re just a pretty little thing for his arm.”

His words were like a balm to your wounds, but they also ignited something darker in your chest. The alcohol, the pill, it all blurred your reasoning. You weren’t thinking clearly anymore. But it felt good, having someone who wasn’t afraid to tell you what you needed to hear, who wasn’t afraid to see past your façade.

“Don’t worry about him,” Thanos continued, his voice dropping even lower, each word making you feel like you were hanging on his every breath. “You’re better than him. You deserve someone who will make you scream, not just lie there and pretend. I can show you what it’s really like, what it feels like to be taken, to be wanted the way you’ve been begging for.”

You could feel his words wrapping around you, pulling you deeper into his orbit. There was something about him—something dark, something that you couldn’t resist even if you tried.

“I’ll show you what it’s like,” he murmured, his lips just inches from yours now. “You won’t have to beg anymore.”

You swallowed thickly, your heart racing, the desperation in your chest growing as you let him pull you further into his web.

It happened so fast, the need for something, anything to distract you, to fill the emptiness that seemed to be growing with each passing day. You shoved Thanos against the opposite wall, your hands pressing against his chest, feeling the hard muscle under your fingertips, desperate for some kind of release.

His lips crashed against yours without hesitation, responding with as much urgency as you were, as if the world had melted away and it was just the two of you. His hand moved up, wrapping around your neck, his fingers squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his strength, his presence overwhelming you in the best—and worst—way.

Thanos spun you around, your back slamming against the cold wall, and you barely had time to react before he had hoisted your leg up against his waist, grinding himself into you. A sharp whimper escaped your lips, and he chuckled against your skin, the sound dark and full of satisfaction. His lips trailed down to your jaw, your neck, and for a moment, you lost yourself in the feeling, the rawness of it all.

But then reality hit, crashing down like a cold bucket of water. What the hell were you doing? Why were you kissing the man who’d made it clear he wanted to destroy your boyfriend? In a public space where Myung-Gi could find you? Worst of all, why were you so turned on right now?

Panic flashed through you as you shoved Thanos away, your chest heaving with the effort to catch your breath. “I love Myung-Gi,” you stammered, pointing an accusing finger at Thanos, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Thanos only smirked, his expression smug and knowing. “I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said, his voice dripping with challenge.

You glared at him, your heart still racing in your chest, your mind a mess of confusion and desire. Without another word, you turned and bolted from the hallway, your pulse pounding in your ears, panic and regret coursing through you. You needed to find Myung-Gi, get out of here, forget this night ever happened.

But as you walked away, Thanos’ words echoed in your mind, a reminder of how easily you’d let yourself slip, how easily he could make you forget everything.

And part of you hated that it felt so damn good.

[robertreich]

Should Billionaires Exist? 

Do billionaires have a right to exist?

America has driven more than 650 species to extinction. And it should do the same to billionaires.

Why? Because there are only five ways to become one, and they’re all bad for free-market capitalism:

1. Exploit a Monopoly.

Jamie Dimon is worth $2 billion today… but not because he succeeded in the “free market.” In 2008, the government bailed out his bank JPMorgan and other giant Wall Street banks, keeping them off the endangered species list.

This government “insurance policy” scored these struggling Mom-and-Pop megabanks an estimated $34 billion a year.

But doesn’t entrepreneur Jeff Bezos deserve his billions for building Amazon?

No, because he also built a monopoly that’s been charged by the federal government and 17 states for inflating prices, overcharging sellers, and stifling competition like a predator in the wild.

With better anti-monopoly enforcement, Bezos would be worth closer to his fair-market value.

2. Exploit Inside Information

Steven A. Cohen, worth roughly $20 billion headed a hedge fund charged by the Justice Department with insider trading “on a scale without known precedent.” Another innovator!

Taming insider trading would level the investing field between the C Suite and Main Street.

3.  Buy Off Politicians

That’s a great way to become a billionaire! The Koch family and Koch Industries saved roughly $1 billion a year from the Trump tax cut they and allies spent $20 million lobbying for. What a return on investment!

If we had tougher lobbying laws, political corruption would go extinct.

4. Defraud Investors

Adam Neumann conned investors out of hundreds of millions for WeWork, an office-sharing startup. WeWork didn’t make a nickel of profit, but Neumann still funded his extravagant lifestyle, including a $60 million private jet. Not exactly “sharing.”

Elizabeth Holmes was convicted of fraud for her blood-testing company, Theranos. So was Sam Bankman-Fried of crypto-exchange FTX. Remember a supposed billionaire named Donald Trump? He was also found to have committed fraud.

Presumably, if we had tougher anti-fraud laws, more would be caught and there’d be fewer billionaires to preserve.

5. Get Money From Rich Relatives

About 60 percent of all wealth in America today is inherited.

That’s because loopholes in U.S. tax law —lobbied for by the wealthy — allow rich families to avoid taxes on assets they inherit. And the estate tax has been so defanged that fewer than 0.2 percent of estates have paid it in recent years.

Tax reform would disrupt the circle of life for the rich, stopping them from automatically becoming billionaires at their birth, or someone else’s death.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not arguing against big rewards for entrepreneurs and inventors. But do today’s entrepreneurs really need billions of dollars? Couldn’t they survive on a measly hundred million?

Because they’re now using those billions to erode American institutions. They spent fortunes bringing Supreme Court justices with them into the wild.They treated news organizations and social media platforms like prey, and they turned their relationships with politicians into patronage troughs.

This has created an America where fewer than ever can become millionaires (or even thousandaires) through hard work and actual innovation.

If capitalism were working properly, billionaires would have gone the way of the dodo.

[wilwheaton]

World Liberty Financial is not owned by Trump or his family. The company is registered to Zak Folkman. Previously, "Folkman previously registered a company called Date Hotter Girls LLC and posted seminars on YouTube on how to pick up women." One of Folkman's "masterclasses" provided instruction on how to "Become the Ultimate Alpha Male." Folkman also partnered with Logan Paul to create Subify, a "censorship-free" competitor to OnlyFans, which sells subscriptions to explicit content, and Patreon. Folkman, World Liberty Financial's head of operations, also has a checkered history in the crypto industry. Folkman previously co-founded Dough Finance, which lost more than $2 million of customer funds in a July 2024 hack. Early code from World Liberty Financial appears to be lifted "directly from Dough Finance." It is unknown if that code will be used in the final product or if that code contains the vulnerability exploited in the Dough Finance hack.

Trump teams up with pickup artist for new crypto scheme

[mla0]

hey samsung. when i switched to android it was specifically because i didn't like apple and the way they design their phones. can you explain to me why this looks and feels just like ios. i also do not need 3 separate screens for you to explain your AI features to me

why new phone update ugly

[limeinaltime]

I think part of why the world-building of Pressure are so strong is that there's no moral dark grayness like with SCP Foundation, who do shitty things in the blind, misguided attempt to maintain blissful ignorance but ultimately bring the horrors to the world through their actions. In the SCP universe, there are moments of humanity, moments where people question the system or even act against it.

Urbanshade is literally an evil corporation, nothing morally gray about it. Their goal is not "to die in the darkness so we can live in the light", it's literally "to exploit the anomalous". Exploitation is the name of their game. Everything they do, they do for themselves and whoever can line their pockets the best.

Whatever is deemed useless to them is either sold off to someone else or destroyed. It's a wretched system that will do anything to get the desired results for them, not for the world. They neglect to provide necessary information to the Expendables they send out to clean up their messes because they don't need to care. Urbanshade can just keep throwing money and bodies at the problem.

The Blacksite. The Raveyard. The Skelepede's corpse being sold like a Halloween decoration and being dumped because it's inconvenient. Painter losing its creator because of a bunch of crypto-bros (seriously you're a billion-dollar company you don't need fucking crypto). Sebastian losing his entire life and being put through the absolute wringer then tossed like trash because he wasn't what Urbanshade wanted.

I think that adds to the horror of Pressure as a narrative as well. We are not playing as heroes or even just normal people put in a bad situation. There's no "good ending" where we topple the evil organization and eat the rich and set everyone free. Even if the Expendable is one of the falsely accused, they, and by extension, the player, are just dooming someone who was once in their shoes to a horrible fate, all to fulfill their own agenda of freedom we don't even know if they deserve or not.

Maybe we deserve to be hunted and killed by the monsters. We're no better than their jailers.