#phishing scheme

[crossover-enthusiast]

Do y'all know what this is??

[wutheringmights]

https://www.tumblr.com/dzasta15/775484069499830272/thedisasterbi-happy-valentines-day

^ saw this and thought of lu ctb happy valentine’s day

thank you but please guys... the phishing scheme aesthetic...

[glass-trash-bab]

This is the most embarrassing day of my life

[mordenandmerry]

You can’t get scammed for money if you don’t have any in the first place

[fenmere]

Fenmere.

I am a dragon. My dragon name is Fenmere.

OK. Let's see if we can reverse engineer this. What is my human name?

Fe+nm+er+e

Last two letters of my first name: Fe Middle Two letters of my last name: nm First two letters of my mother's name: er Last Letter of my father's name: e

What can we make of that?

Ooh! Got it!

My human identity is obviously Knife Ranma, daughter of Erma and Schmee.

Ready for my job interview now!

The humans will never know I'm not one of them.

YOUR DRAGON NAME

last two letters of your first name

middle two letters of your last name

first two letters of your mother’s name

last letter of your father’s name

mine would be Urlelan. Reblog and tag this with yours!

[copperbadge]

So, recently I got an email telling me that I'm seeing a play in Chicago next week. Which was news to me.

I do occasionally forget when I've bought tickets to an event, but the play, per the email, is Harry Potter and the Cursed Child and I would have had to be in a fuckin' fugue state to buy those to start with.

It had a link where I could claim the tickets, so I kind of assumed it was either a phishing scheme or someone put my email address into the slot instead of theirs, like our email addresses were one letter off or something. There was a very slim chance someone bought it for me as a birthday gift but I didn't think I knew anyone who knew me well enough to blow that kind of money on me but didn't know me well enough to know my thoughts on JK Rowling.

In any case I forwarded it to customer service like "Hey, I didn't buy these tickets, is this a legit email from you guys? If so it went to the wrong address. Unless the name Sam [surname] is on the tickets, it's not for me."

Bout half an hour later they hit me back with an actual receipt. "Oh no, they're under [my legal name], see? These are a gift from an organization that buys tickets for military veterans and their families! Enjoy the show!"

....now, I'm not a veteran, and nobody in my family is either (well, my grandfathers, but they're long dead). Still, the tickets are undeniably in my name. So I had to hit them back like "So....I'm not a veteran..."

They're now very confused but handling it internally, so I don't have to stay involved now that I've convinced them I'm not Staff Sergeant Sam Starbuck or whatnot.

But I do find it very amusing that I am, for all intents and purposes, at the moment the possessor of STOLEN VALOR THEATRE TICKETS.

[paeinovis]

I wonder how many possible users have been chased off the site because of how annoying and shitty Tumblr live is

[mohrewkey]

Safeguarding Against Rising Crypto Scams: The Power of Security, Education, and Regulation

As the popularity of cryptocurrencies continues to surge, so does the unfortunate rise in crypto scams. From fraudulent initial coin offerings (ICOs) to phishing attacks and Ponzi schemes, unsuspecting investors often fall victim to these malicious activities. However, by implementing robust security measures, promoting widespread education, and enforcing proper regulations, we can mitigate the…

[willow-wispwolf]

The lore implications behind Martyn’s new rat are actually driving me insane. I've been obsessing over his rat for like an hour or five.

So, I know his rat is a part of his VTuber story cause of the scars

If you look at the designs, the scars are the same, except there are more as they go on. (I wonder if the eyepatch will stay for the rest of the lore)

The idea of him being back in the Rats world makes for a really interesting story cause I'm not sure if he'll see it as the same game or a sequel game. What makes it even better is that there are repeat characters from Rats 1. He doesn't look terribly different from his Rats 1 character, with the same hair, ears, and color scheme, so feasibly, characters like Trash Rat, Bek, El, Shelby, Will, or Tubbo could possibly recognize him. How will he interact with them?

I mean, it's clear that he's still the pun master, like his Rats 1 title. His favorite food being pie this time is cause he's a pie rat. Then, obviously, there's fishing and phishing. Phishing is clearly the punny synonym for his looting specialty from his previous Rat.

Then, the fact that he's a PI-RAT makes this even more interesting. Martyn's clothes look almost identical to his Pirates smp outfit. Maybe something happened because Doc wasn't responding, and so he got sent to the next world with some Pirates data still with him?

Oh yea and let's not forget the fact that he's the only rat who shares an occupation, and it's with REN

Y'all, I'm so ready for Rats smp 2

I wonder how many jokes about how in Pirates, we were rats in his boot, and now he's a pirate rat there's gonna be. We're gonna be flees in his boots.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Let's Make a Deal

Inspired by this post; in the same universe as this and this and this

Warnings: non/dubcon, power imbalance, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: desperate times bring you to desperate measures.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Is it self-pity or self-loathing that has your skin crawling? You can’t quite discern between the emotions rotting in your stomach. All you know, is you can’t stand yourself. 

You’re here and you’re not turning back now. You might not have a choice but it’s still a choice. This is what you’ve resorted to. You shudder as you stand at the door of the townhouse. You stare at the doorbell above the little speaker box and every doubt rattles in your head. 

‘Seeking companionship. Women without prior experience preferred’. 

You always laughed at the desperate, if not trollish, postings. How ridiculous. You always just scrolled on by, assuming them to be no more than a pathetic attempt at phishing. And if they were real, well, that’s even more pathetic. 

Even standing there, you can’t be sure it isn’t some scheme. Yeah, you emailed the man behind the ad. You even spoke on the phone. Several times. Trying to be sure but you’re still not. 

No one else knows you’re there. You’re too embarrassed for that. It’s foolish too. You could be murdered and no one would know. You’re trying not to think of that. You focus instead on what you stand to gain. 

You reach and press the button before common sense gets the best of you. As you wait, you look down at yourself. It’s just what he wanted. ‘Wear a red dress. That way I know it’s really you’. You grit back another wave of disgust. 

The door opens and you’re not ready. How can you be? It’s the first time you’re seeing him but not the first time he’s seen you. You can’t even hope that he’ll be repulsed. 

You’re silent. Both of you. You gape at him and he stares back. It turns to a leer as his throat bobs and he pushes his shoulders back. He’s bigger than you expect. At least he isn’t the slobbish, greasy man you expected. Not on the outside at least.  

“Hi, sweetie,” it’s the same voice from the call. His name is Steve. “You look...” his eyes skim up and down your figure, “well, I can’t really see. You got this coat on.” 

You force a smile. Your cheeks feel tight. You can’t speak. 

“No need to be nervous,” he grips the door as he holds it open, “hey, why don’t you come inside? You must be freezing out there?” 

You nod and step through the door as he stands back. The warmth feels even more stolid as heat roils within you. You look around the entryway. The subtle ripple of the dark hardwood paneling and the old-style banisters. You feel smaller standing inside. 

“Let me take your coat,” he tugs on the sleeve.  

You don’t stop him. You shrug it off as he strips it away. He turns to hang it in the closet behind the front door and you hug yourself as you take it all in. Not just your surroundings, but your situation. He is a stranger but you’re going to do what you have to do. 

“I like that dress,” he startles you as he comes up next to you. “It’s cute.” 

You glance down. It’s the only red dress you have. It’s not even yours, actually. You borrowed it from a friend and never wore it. 

“Thanks,” you finally find your voice. 

“Mm, you sound sweet,” he rests his hand lightly on your back and you feel like melting as heat radiates off of him. “Let me show you around.” 

You can only nod. Once more, all sound has evaporated from you. You let him lead you into the next room. A living room just as nice as the front hallway. There’s a fireplace and antique fixtures and the furniture is a cozy shade of cream. There’s exposed brick above the mantel as fire burns behind and iron grate. 

You rub your arms, shivering despite the stuffy air. He takes you into the dining room, open to a kitchen with dusty blue counters and deep oak finishes. This place is nice. Big. Much better than the loft you’ve been curled up in for the last two weeks. 

“We can check out upstairs later if you just wanna get settled,” he offers. 

You look at him, cheeks pinching as your throat constricts. He’s tall. His hair is blond but his beard is dark. His shoulders are broad, even beneath his brown jacket, and his grey tee is stretched across his thick chest. You’re entirely outmatched, more than physically. 

“It must be tough. Too bad about the job.” He says. 

You draw away, turning your face down as you crumple in shame. Fired, almost homeless, this is your one way out. He’s nice enough. The place is clean. He is too. But it’s just too much. It can’t be real. 

You did everything right. You graduated high school. Got your degree. All on time. You worked your butt off through both of those yet you could never break through to more than temp work. Now it’s all dried up, just like your contract. They promised you full-time but it never came. 

“Sorry, I know you probably don’t want to talk about that,” he says. 

You shuffle around and go to the mantle. You stare at the flames. You don’t think they’re hot enough to thaw the ice creeping over your heart. This isn’t fair. 

He might be polite, he might be generous, but he’s still some guy looking for a ‘situationship’ on the internet. And you answered. 

You hear him behind you. The floor groans with his weight. You lift your chin and admire the wooden clock on the ledge. You suppose having money can’t help the loneliness. Silence wraps around you, building a shell. 

“Come here,” he says, shaking you from your trance. 

You blink and turn to him slowly. You drop your arms. You push away the chagrin needling your forehead and face him completely. He sits on the couch, legs wide, arm across the back. 

You’re jarred at the sight of him. His chin is down and his eyes are pinpointed on you. You hesitate, fingers fluttering, and make yourself move. One foot, the other, then the first again. 

The glean in his blue eyes chills you. His gaze follows you like an animal. You stop only an inch away. 

“It’s a nice house,” you say. “I don’t mean to be quiet--” 

“I get it. You’re nervous,” he reaches to grab your hand then sits back, tugging you closer. “But you don’t need to play shy.” 

He moves you towards him. He brings his arm off the couch and shifts your hip around as he leads you between his legs. He pushes until you fold, sitting on his leg, teetering on it uneasily. He lets out a gritty hum and urges you to lean against him. 

He curls his arm around your back to keep you in place and brings his other hand up to stroke your cheek. His eyes bore into you. He presses his knuckles to your cheek and brushes his thumb along your lower lip. 

“You’re even more beautiful up close,” he rasps. 

“Thank you,” you utter, lip trembling against his thumb. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” he toys with your mouth, tracing it as his fingers dig into your hip. “I can take care of you. You like the place, right? You’ll be comfortable here.” 

“Sure,” you gulp. 

He purrs and pushes his thumb through your lips. You flinch in surprise. He prods at your tongue at he turns his hand to grip your chin, keeping his finger hook in your mouth. 

Your gaze meets his. His eyes search your face as they darken. He takes a deep breath and pulls you closer. He shudders in excitement. 

“I always wanted someone like you, sweetie,” he drags his thumb out of your mouth and wipes the moisture down your chin. He tickles along our throat as you shiver. “So pretty, so pure.” He plays with the collar of your dress, trailing along the vee as he gives a hum. “Are you nervous for your first time?” 

You hold back a whimper. Him saying it out loud makes it real. Coming here, walking through this house, sitting on his lap, those should be enough but those worse are more vivid than anything. You blink and nod. 

“It’s okay, sweetie,” his hand travels down the front of your dress. “I’ll be gentle... until you can take all of me.” 

[redbuddi]

SCAM ALERT!!!

This morning I woke up to this email

Scary right? It looks as though all of a sudden I owe over a thousand dollars to some studio I've never heard of. This would be enough to make anyone jump to correct the situation. But if you get this email or ones like it, stay calm, do not call the number, and do not click ANY of the links.

This email is fake. I logged into paypal through normal means and there was no such invoice sent to me. While obviously I didn't call the number or click the links to check for sure, this is most likely a classic phishing scheme. Essentially if you click any of the links or call the number, you will be asked for your login information in a way that looks legitimate, but once they confirm your login they will disconnect you, change your password, and have complete access to your paypal.

tl;dr, If you get the email pictured above or anything similar, delete it immediately. Do NOT call the number it provides. Do NOT click on any of the links it contains.

[gingerdusk]

Oh look, a new phishing scam! Dunno how they got the weird anon/not anon thing going at once, but whatever bug they're exploiting, it's clever.

SCAM SIGNS FOR PEOPLE WORRIED

They're asking for email verification through anon. You know, the thing Tumblr users can opt to turn off. Legitimate Tumblr staff would have a banner at the top of your screen, like the kind when you first MAKE an account, not something that users can opt in/out of.

"If you did not create an account with us, please disregard this message" sent to my Tumblr account? The one I have definitely created and am currently accessing to read this? My dude.

Hey, that's the old Tumblr colors. That's original True Blue from like 2017. Why would official Tumblr not use the current color scheme?

On top of that, Tumblr HAS a @support blog. Why would there be an account with support-random generated number?

Now if you're thinking "who is this ask even fooling?" It's email users. It's people who have email notifs turned on. This would show up as a "You got a message!" in someone's inbox, looking like a legit message, verified as coming from Tumblr itself, with a link embedded.

Hey, @support, you're being impersonated. That's against TOS, right?

Bonus tip: If you ever get a message you aren't sure is a scam or not, highlight a paragraph of it and put it into Tumblr's search bar. Chances are, they've mass-sent it to like 10+ other people who can spot things like this.

Pasting the plain text of the ask below the cut for that reason:

Image ID: An anon ask that reads as follows:

"Dear powdermelonkeg

Thank you for being a valued member of the Tumblr community! To ensure the security of your account, we kindly ask you to verify your email address.

Please click the link below to complete the verification process:

[Verification Link]

If you did not create an account with us, pleaase disregard this message.

Thank you for your cooperation!

Best regards, Tumblr Support Team"

End ID

[th3tawaves]

Hello tumblr where were YOU when a data breach led to a terabyte of data being leaked from gamefreak.

As fun as it is to get to see old concept art, be weary that files as recent as from this year were included in the breach meaning it's VERY LIKELY that things pertaining to the next generation will be leaked and spoiled.

Additionally, keep in mind that this is NOT a harmless event, this was the result of a phishing scheme to my knowledge and employee data has been compromised.

[sophisticatedpjparty]

PSA for my fellow artists

Please be aware of a paypal scam going around right now!

Tonight I received messages from a "commissioner" asking me to draw a picture of her and her son. She offered me a large amount of money for my work, which leads me to my first point:

Always ask for payment upfront from new customers!

Doing so protected me from losing time (and potentially a lot of money) working on a piece for a scammer.

She claimed she was willing to pay extra for the work to be "finished as soon as possible". In hindsight, this is one of many common ways scammers create a false sense of urgency so you don't have time to think critically about what they're asking.

Secondly, she asked for the email used for my paypal. She claimed it was for sending payment, but this was actually a method for sending a scam email later, claiming that there was an issue with her payment requiring me to "refund" her $200. This is when I was able to confirm that it was a scam, stopped, and reported the email and the tumblr account. Had I not blocked her she likely would have continued to insist that she'd made a payment or possibly even threatened to take action against me if I didn't refund her money I never received, again, another common way scammers create a false sense of urgency and panic.

But other artists may not be so lucky, or know how to recognize these kinds of phishing schemes, so I thought making this post could be helpful!

Warning signs:

1. She asked for my pricing information and email through DMs, rather than reading my pinned post or using my carrd when directed to, things a legitimate customer would know to do.

2. The email was from "service paypal" (instead of just "paypal") and was in my spam folder.

3. The email used an impersonal greeting. All official paypal emails will begin by addressing you by name. It also contained a handful of grammatical errors that might be missed at first glance, especially if the scammer has successfully created a sense of panic.

4. The email claimed that due to the large size of the payment, the transaction could not be completed until an additional $200 payment was made from the customer that should be "refunded" to them once "made". This is blatantly untrue and an extremely unprofessional/sketchy practice a legitimate business like paypal would never use.

In my case, it claimed that it was part of the process of creating a business account- business accounts are free to create, however, and I already have a store page.

5. Most importantly: I never received any payments or notifications through paypal's official app or website.

Scammers will send you fake screenshots of their payments to attempt to convince you that they've spent or lost money and that it's your responsibility to help them get it back. Don't believe it. They're just trying to get you to "compensate" them for an issue that never occurred, by any means necessary. If there was any genuine issue with their payment, they could work with paypal or contact their bank to cancel the transaction or refund them. If you never recieved any payment, you don't owe them anything. It's not your job to "refund" them.

If you encounter a scam like this, block, report, and change your paypal password for good measure.

I got lucky, I didn't lose any money or get scammed, I only wasted a few minutes talking to her before I recognized it for what it was and stopped interacting. Sometimes, however, even if you recognize that something is a scam, just opening the email and viewing any attachments may potentially compromise your information. Never click any links in an email like this.

Below are screenshots of the email I recieved, which I'll be sharing for awareness purposes.

I'd also like to include this page from Paypal's website about the common signs of a phishing scheme:

Take care out there and look out for eachother! Please continue to spread awareness about these kinds of scams when you see them so your favorite artists can stay safe and informed.

I'll be updating some of my commission guidelines later to account for situations like this in the future.

Thank you for reading!

[ms-demeanor]

On the topic of passwords managers, comparatively to the security of using Bitwarden, what are your thoughts about using your regular repeated pattern (maybe with some changes here and there) as passwords but adding 2FA on top of it?

2FA on top of a bad password system is better than just a bad password system, but I promise you things are so, so, so much easier if you just use a password manager to generate and store complex, unique passwords. And using 2FA on top of that is great!

Also a secure password manager is just great. It's just nice to have. I have two bank cards saved in mine, and one of my cards expired a couple months ago so I went through and updated all the accounts to my new card and as I was doing that I was able to use the notes section of the password manager to list all the services I changed that on and the date I changed it. I've got an entry for my car insurance that I also use to store my VIN and my license plate so that if I need to have that info for something like updating my address through the DMV I don't have to walk out to my car and get that info every time. It makes it super, super easy to switch between logged-in accounts on the various email services I use or to switch between the five tumblr accounts that I've got (fwiw, firefox account containers makes this even easier and I recommend using that too)

If you've got a scheme for passwords, what's your scheme for security questions? Do you have one? You should! Security questions are a liability these days, and you shouldn't answer them accurately. I answer them with gibberish and store the question and the associated gibberish in the notes of my password manager.

Do you have tasks that you have to do online occasionally that are kind of a pain in the ass and you forget how to do them? I've got stuff like that - one of them is paying my tuition. I only have to do that a couple times a year so I forget the process, so I've got a set of instructions stored in my password manager.

Plus there are other security features with a password manager like site recognition to fill in passwords. This helps to mitigate phishing if you're using it properly because the password manager won't fill on sites that don't match the domain it has stored for your password.

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #28

A/N: This is set post-season 4 and so has vague references/spoilers for that.

xxx cctv

Lamb stares out at the team from behind his desk, a blank but somehow still deadly expression on his face. They've all been standing here, crowded in Lamb's office, for a silent and uncomfortable minute while they wait for him to explain why they've been summoned.

"Where the fuck is Cartwright?" he finally says.

Louisa has to fight the urge to roll her eyes. "He's probably just running late."

Lamb's lip curls. "Hmm. It's as though he doesn't value his employment here."

"I can try calling him," Louisa says, already pulling out her mobile. Lamb tsks.

"Don't bother. It's not that important, and if it were, it may be for the best that he's not here, anyway."

"So..." Roddy ventures after another length of silence, "if it's not that important then why've you called us all in here?"

Lamb snorts. "I don't fucking know anymore." He gestures lazily toward the door. "You can go. I'm sick of looking at all your faces."

"Fuck's sake," Shirley mutters under her breath as they all shuffle out into the hall, and it's hard to blame her.

Ever since, well, everything – with Frank, Coe and Patrice, Bad Sam, Cartwright Senior, Marcus...The mood in Slough is grimmer than ever. She'd never say it, but Louisa thinks she probably wouldn't be surprised if River just decided to stop coming to work.

They've just gotten out of Lamb's office, Shirley slamming the door behind her, when Louisa's mobile buzzes in her hand, at the same time that Shirley's chimes. Roddy's goes off too – a high, breathy moan emanating from his back pocket. Louisa and Shirley both make faces.

"Grow up," Louisa says at the same time that Shirley says, "You're foul!"

Roddy shrugs. "You're both just jealous that I've got a girlfriend."

Louisa sighs, shaking her head, and pulls up the email that just came in. The subject line reads, in all caps, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WANT TO MISS THIS.

"What the fuck? 'You're not going to want to miss this'?" Shirley says, and Louisa's gaze snaps up to her.

"Is that what your message says?"

Shirley makes a face, turning slightly and holding her phone closer as if Louisa were trying to spy on her. "Yeah?"

"I got the same one," Louisa says.

Coe holds his phone up, the screen facing out. "Me too."

"It's a phishing scheme," Roddy sighs, sounding bored.

Louisa ignores him and opens the message. "All there is is a link."

"Definitely phishing," Roddy says. "You don't click on strange email links. Everyone knows that; this is basic stuff, babes."

"The same phishing link to all of us at the exact same time?" Louisa raises an eyebrow. "You don't think that's a little bit weird?"

"Fuck it, I'm opening it," Shirley says and then, a few seconds later, "Oh, shit."

Louisa thinks, for a second, that she's joking, pulling Roddy's leg, but then she looks over and sees the pale, wide-eyed expression on Shirley's face. Whatever she just opened, it's serious.

"See?" Roddy is saying, the smirk evident in his voice. "I told you, you stupid--"

"Roddy, shut the fuck up!" Shirley snaps, then looks at Louisa. "You'd better open it."

Louisa is already clicking the link.

The video is the slightly grainy black-and-white of CCTV footage. She recognizes the place; it's only a few streets from Slough. River is there, standing on the corner waiting for the light to change.

"What is th--" she begins, but the question dies in her throat and she nearly drops her phone.

The footage shows River crossing the street, making it halfway through the crosswalk before a car speeds into frame and collides with him. He goes up onto the hood, his body cracking the windshield, before rolling back onto the ground. And then it gets worse, because three people get out and it's immediately obvious, by the masks and gloves, that they aren't getting out to help. They drag River into the car before it takes off again.

"Oh, my god."

Someone had targeted River specifically, had known his route to work and timed it so that they would be nearby when he used that particular crosswalk. They'd hit him deliberately, knowing that the cameras would catch all of it. The fact that they'd been able to get a hold of the footage and send it to the Horses' emails speaks to a level of planning and access that makes Louisa feel sick to her stomach; whatever they've got in store for River, it can't be good.

She turns, is about to yell for Lamb, when his office door bursts open. Louisa can tell by the look on his face that he's seen the footage, too. Likely anything that's crossed her mind has crossed his, too. He looks ready to bust heads.

"Ho, get down to your office, now. Find me that car."

Roddy blinks. "What--" He looks over Louisa's shoulder at her mobile, where the video is playing on loop. "Oh, shit."

"Move!" Lamb barks.

Roddy nods, hurrying toward the stairs. "On it, boss."

"There are other people in that video, which means witnesses. Someone will've talked to the police. Guy, Dander, go down to the station and get whatever information you can from them. I wanna know everything they know. As soon as you two are finished, come straight back here."

"Right," Shirley says with a wide-eyed nod, heading for the door. "Louisa, you coming?"

Louisa forces herself to look away from her mobile, darkening the screen and shoving it into her back pocket. Even though she's not watching it anymore, the video keeps playing in her mind, the image of River being hit by the car and then dragged away stuck on repeat.

"Yeah."

"Guy," Lamb says, and Louisa turns. He fixes her with a serious stare. "I'm trusting that you can stay focused. That footage was sent with the intent to rattle."

Of course I'm fucking rattled, Louisa doesn't scream. She thinks it, though, and it's obvious that Lamb can tell.

"If I get the sense that your head's not on straight, I'll bench you without a second thought," he says.

"I've got it," Louisa says. It takes everything she has not to hiss it through grit teeth.

Lamb doesn't look fully convinced, but nods. "Go on, then."

xxx

River doesn't know what's going on. He doesn't know where he is, or who brought him here or why. He doesn't know how long he's been here, either, since he's been unconscious for bits of it. What he does know is that his right leg is fucked. There are other aches and pains throughout his body – bruising and scrapes from where the car had hit him, and where he'd hit the pavement. But his leg is by far the worst, a sharp, sickening throbbing from his knee down that makes him want to crawl out of his body. He hasn't broken a bone since that time he fell out of a tree as a boy, but he remembers the incident well enough to be able to recognize this particular kind of hurt.

He also knows, from the tiny red light blinking high on the wall across from him, that he's on camera. And whenever there's an especially nasty jolt of pain, he remembers that someone is watching, and he grits his teeth and doesn't make a sound.

xxx to be continued...