This is so ridiculous. Why can't Microsoft find these people and destroy them right where they stand?
The one GT I have now as a friend is xFirexFistxAcex.
I have to assume either the owner also was hacked by these bastards or he's just in on it. I sure don't trust people with a bunch of Xes in their name.
Someone on the Xbox board has a pretty good idea that EA was hacked, and people who have an EA account and use the same password are being scammed now. It certainly is related to EA because what this guy bought with my money was FIFA 12 Early Release. Whatever that means. And I got an email from EA this morning saying Welcome to EA Season Pass! Oh, yay! I feel so welcome!
Even though I changed over my information yesterday, it still says that the guy has been playing FIFA today. I mean, look at my account page.
I had to recover my gamertag again just now to get online. What's weird is that instead of locking my account like they usually do, the guy I talked to said it would be fine if I just change my Live ID information, so that's what I did. Apparently it hasn't slowed down the guy though. Of course I deleted my debit card information so I can't imagine him being able to buy more things in my name.
Ugh, unless he actually has the number...
This is so messed up. This is what it would have been like when Sony was compromised if they didn't do anything about it. But no, they did the responsible thing and shut down their servers, regardless of how much bad press it got them. Microsoft just ignores it and acts like there isn't a problem.
Heroic Common Sense posted... Ever sit back and wonder WHY you have such bad luck in everything?
God has a pretty awesome sense of humor, you know. It's called "karma".
Karma is a Hindu belief. I do not believe in it. I wish it was real, because I would be living the good life right now. I am a great person. You don't see that, but I am. I don't break any of the 10 commandments. I became a freemason because I wanted to become even closer to God.
Your insults don't do anything to me but it is annoying. Almost as annoying as Microsoft doing NOTHING.
UltimaterializerX posted... Pretty_Odd posted... Heroic Common Sense posted... Ever sit back and wonder WHY you have such bad luck in everything?
God has a pretty awesome sense of humor, you know. It's called "karma".
Karma is a Hindu belief. I do not believe in it. I wish it was real, because I would be living the good life right now. I am a great person. You don't see that, but I am. I don't break any of the 10 commandments. I became a freemason because I wanted to become even closer to God.
Your insults don't do anything to me but it is annoying. Almost as annoying as Microsoft doing NOTHING.
Karma is a belief every religion shares in some way or another. Shows how you (as usual) have no clue what you're talking about, even though you claim to be a Christian. Jesus preached treating others as you would have them treat yourself, which you fail to do.
And no, you're not a good person. From being a pedophile to thinking black people all look like gorillas to being extremely sexist, you're the type of guy who acts like garbage and then hides behind a bible later like so many other fake religious people do. You don't practice what you preach, which is why you get s*** on by the universe. It's well-deserved.
He said in one way or another. Just because it doesn't line up perfectly doesn't mean it's not a concept that can be observed in Christianity or just in human nature. If you're an ass, it'll eventually catch up with you (you'll eventually make the wrong person angry and screw yourself in the end). If you're a nice guy eventually that'll catch up with you (even if stuff tends to go wrong, eventually someone will see the good in you and help you out). Typically people who are so up their own asses as to say "I'm a great person" typically aren't or they have a really loose definition of what a good person is. And the 10 commandments aren't the be all end all of good/bad, despite what you want to believe.
Christians don't necessarily believe in karma per definition, but they do believe in Heaven and Hell, and eternal reward or eternal punishment. Definitely very similar.
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MarvelousGerbil posted... He said in one way or another. Just because it doesn't line up perfectly doesn't mean it's not a concept that can be observed in Christianity or just in human nature. If you're an ass, it'll eventually catch up with you (you'll eventually make the wrong person angry and screw yourself in the end). If you're a nice guy eventually that'll catch up with you (even if stuff tends to go wrong, eventually someone will see the good in you and help you out). Typically people who are so up their own asses as to say "I'm a great person" typically aren't or they have a really loose definition of what a good person is. And the 10 commandments aren't the be all end all of good/bad, despite what you want to believe.
Which is why I specifically stated that I obey the commandments rather than a crazy statement like I don't sin. Sloth, pride, and lust are certainly sins that I commit, and that's why I need Jesus to help me.
The following is the transcript of my attempt at contacting EA support.
Subject My Xbox Live account has been hacked thanks to this website. The guy has been playing FIFA and bought the EA Sports Season Pass in my name, and I'm out 75 bucks for it. My gamertag is Sven Georgeson. I'd like to know what EA is going to do
Chat Transcript 09/26/2011 09:34 PM Hi, my name is Vikas. How may I help you? 2300552342: Did you see the big thing I wrote already 2300552342: Gee this is helpful Vikas: I would request you to please elaborate. 2300552342: Somebody hacked my Xbox Live account, bought 6000 Microsoft points, and used them to buy EA products like FIFA 12. 2300552342: My GT is Sven Georgeson. The person who has been playing FIFA isn't me. Vikas: I would request you to please contact X-box support for that. 2300552342: It has come to people's attention that it all comes back to EA, so we think EA was the one that was actually hacked. 2300552342: I've been in contact with Xbox support. I just wanted to go to EA themselves and see if they have any kind of statement on this. 2300552342: I want this bastard in jail, you know? Vikas: I would like to inform you that we would be unable to help you on this and please contact X-box support for that. 2300552342: I would like to inform you that you type like a robot and don't seem like a real person. '2300552342' disconnected ('Concluded by End-user').
Yup, sounds like you're just an all around good person who treats other people well and has good karma to me. Do you even listen to yourself/read what you type, you sound like a self-important ass.
Well, they had me type a subject as I waited for someone to respond, so I laid out the whole problem. Obviously I was annoyed when the person comes on and makes no reference to this and acts like I've said nothing at all.
But you can't treat people like that and expect them to be helpful. You don't know what's happening on his end. A "topic" is shorter than what you typed (use the GameFAQs standard of 80 characters next time). And even if it is that long, as if copy/pasting is such a chore. The guy can't help it if you got hacked and you being a belligerent ass isn't helping him do his job.
AdmiralZephyr posted... Christians don't necessarily believe in karma per definition, but they do believe in Heaven and Hell, and eternal reward or eternal punishment. Definitely very similar.
They're beyond "very similar". They're the exact same thing, though fake Christians like guiga like to pretend karma doesn't come back to you while you're still alive so they can defer everything to the afterlife.
God judges you twice, once in this lifetime and once after you die, and guiga's life being in shambles is him going through the former firsthand. You can't run around with all that hate and bitterness while acting so condescending and then think it has nothing to do with why your person life is bad.
Oh and FYI, guiga is not a Christian. The only "god" he believes in is himself.
If he actually followed the Ten Commandments and the teachings of Jesus like he claims, he would not go around being a bigot and a pedophile and claiming he's too smart for everyone else. That's just How to Treat People Well 101.
-- *Ulti* Lettuce Kefka is my God!! Losers complain about doing their best. Winners go home and **** Ulti. -MasterTonberry
Shadow Doom Blaze posted... AdmiralZephyr posted... Christians don't necessarily believe in karma per definition, but they do believe in Heaven and Hell, and eternal reward or eternal punishment. Definitely very similar.
They're beyond "very similar". They're the exact same thing, though fake Christians like guiga like to pretend karma doesn't come back to you while you're still alive so they can defer everything to the afterlife.
God judges you twice, once in this lifetime and once after you die, and guiga's life being in shambles is him going through the former firsthand. You can't run around with all that hate and bitterness while acting so condescending and then think it has nothing to do with why your person life is bad.
No no no no no.
Go read the book of Job, man. It's about this guy that God put through the most ridiculous hardships and he never lost his faith. It is a lesson of how we're all put in bad situations, but if you keep your faith in God, everything will turn out good in the end.
As those links said, the idea of karma is at opposition to Christianity. But here YOU are judging ME. You have no idea what kind of a person I am. You know an angry nerd who talks about stuff on message boards. You know a conservative who has taken it upon himself to fight against what The Daily Show has created. To say anything about what I am in my real life is utterly farcical.
Shadow Doom Blaze posted... Oh and FYI, guiga is not a Christian. The only "god" he believes in is himself.
If he actually followed the Ten Commandments and the teachings of Jesus like he claims, he would not go around being a bigot and a pedophile and claiming he's too smart for everyone else. That's just How to Treat People Well 101.
Alright. I'm not guiga and I'm not a bigot or a pedophile. I'm just open about my views unlike you guys who have been trained to act a certain way. Yes, I am against people illegally sneaking into the country. That's not a racial thing. It's just common sense. Any modern civilization needs its citizens registered for a multitude of reasons. You guys just take me the wrong way. I want you to see the light of truth, justice, and the American way.
Shadow Doom Blaze posted... You're aware I'm a B8 wiki admin and know your IP address from when you tried editing stuff under different aliases, right guiga?
UltimaterializerX posted... Pretty_Odd posted... Heroic Common Sense posted... Ever sit back and wonder WHY you have such bad luck in everything?
God has a pretty awesome sense of humor, you know. It's called "karma".
Karma is a Hindu belief. I do not believe in it. I wish it was real, because I would be living the good life right now. I am a great person. You don't see that, but I am. I don't break any of the 10 commandments. I became a freemason because I wanted to become even closer to God.
Your insults don't do anything to me but it is annoying. Almost as annoying as Microsoft doing NOTHING.
Karma is a belief every religion shares in some way or another. Shows how you (as usual) have no clue what you're talking about, even though you claim to be a Christian. Jesus preached treating others as you would have them treat yourself, which you fail to do.
And no, you're not a good person. From being a pedophile to thinking black people all look like gorillas to being extremely sexist, you're the type of guy who acts like garbage and then hides behind a bible later like so many other fake religious people do. You don't practice what you preach, which is why you get s*** on by the universe. It's well-deserved.
You're supposed to post the entirety of a short story in a Guiga topic. First time it was "A Modest Proposal." Last time it was "A Sound of Thunder." Someone step their game up or I'll have to do it again.
-- TheRock ~ Death By Misadventure, Not Suicide "Would've liked to see that." - Ayuyu on my boner
The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. AT LENGTH I would be avenged; this was a point definitively settled -- but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile NOW was at the thought of his immolation.
He had a weak point -- this Fortunato -- although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. He prided himself on his connoisseurship in wine. Few Italians have the true virtuoso spirit. For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time and opportunity to practise imposture upon the British and Austrian MILLIONAIRES. In painting and gemmary, Fortunato, like his countrymen , was a quack, but in the matter of old wines he was sincere. In this respect I did not differ from him materially; I was skilful in the Italian vintages myself, and bought largely whenever I could.
It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend. He accosted me with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much. The man wore motley. He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress and his head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells. I was so pleased to see him, that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand.
I said to him -- "My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day! But I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts."
"How?" said he, "Amontillado? A pipe? Impossible ? And in the middle of the carnival?"
"I have my doubts," I replied; "and I was silly enough to pay the full Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. You were not to be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain."
"Amontillado!"
"I have my doubts."
"Amontillado!"
"And I must satisfy them."
"Amontillado!"
"As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchesi. If any one has a critical turn, it is he. He will tell me" --
"Luchesi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry."
"And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match for your own."
"Come let us go."
"Whither?"
"To your vaults."
"My friend, no; I will not impose upon your good nature. I perceive you have an engagement Luchesi" --
"I have no engagement; come."
"My friend, no. It is not the engagement, but the severe cold with which I perceive you are afflicted . The vaults are insufferably damp. They are encrusted with nitre."
"Let us go, nevertheless. The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado! You have been imposed upon; and as for Luchesi, he cannot distinguish Sherry from Amontillado."
Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of my arm. Putting on a mask of black silk and drawing a roquelaire closely about my person, I suffered him to hurry me to my palazzo.
There were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make merry in honour of the time. I had told them that I should not return until the morning and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house. These orders were sufficient, I well knew, to insure their immediate disappearance , one and all, as soon as my back was turned.
I took from their sconces two flambeaux, and giving one to Fortunato bowed him through several suites of rooms to the archway that led into the vaults. I passed down a long and winding staircase, requesting him to be cautious as he followed. We came at length to the foot of the descent, and stood together on the damp ground of the catacombs of the Montresors.
The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap jingled as he strode.
"The pipe," said he.
"It is farther on," said I; "but observe the white webwork which gleams from these cavern walls."
He turned towards me and looked into my eyes with two filmy orbs that distilled the rheum of intoxication .
"Nitre?" he asked, at length
"Nitre," I replied. "How long have you had that cough!"
My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes.
"It is nothing," he said, at last.
"Come," I said, with decision, we will go back; your health is precious. You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy as once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. We will go back; you will be ill and I cannot be responsible. Besides, there is Luchesi" --
"Enough," he said; "the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough."
"True -- true," I replied; "and, indeed, I had no intention of alarming you unnecessarily -- but you should use all proper caution. A draught of this Medoc will defend us from the damps."
Here I knocked off the neck of a bottle which I drew from a long row of its fellows that lay upon the mould.
"Drink," I said, presenting him the wine.
He raised it to his lips with a leer. He paused and nodded to me familiarly, while his bells jingled.
"I drink," he said, "to the buried that repose around us."
"And I to your long life."
He again took my arm and we proceeded.
"These vaults," he said, are extensive."
"The Montresors," I replied, "were a great numerous family."
"I forget your arms."
"A huge human foot d'or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel."
"And the motto?"
"Nemo me impune lacessit."
"Good!" he said.
The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own fancy grew warm with the Medoc. We had passed through walls of piled bones, with casks and puncheons intermingling, into the inmost recesses of the catacombs. I paused again, and this time I made bold to seize Fortunato by an arm above the elbow.
"The nitre!" I said: see it increases. It hangs like moss upon the vaults. We are below the river's bed. The drops of moisture trickle among the bones. Come, we will go back ere it is too late. Your cough" --
"It is nothing" he said; "let us go on. But first, another draught of the Medoc."
I broke and reached him a flagon of De Grave. He emptied it at a breath. His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He laughed and threw the bottle upwards with a gesticulation I did not understand.
I looked at him in surprise. He repeated the movement -- a grotesque one.
"You do not comprehend?" he said.
"Not I," I replied.
"Then you are not of the brotherhood."
"How?"
"You are not of the masons."
"Yes, yes," I said "yes! yes."
"You? Impossible! A mason?"
"A mason," I replied.
"A sign," he said.
"It is this," I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the folds of my roquelaire.
"You jest," he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. "But let us proceed to the Amontillado."
"Be it so," I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak, and again offering him my arm. He leaned upon it heavily. We continued our route in search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to glow than flame.
At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another less spacious. Its walls had been lined with human remains piled to the vault overhead , in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris. Three sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented in this manner. From the fourth the bones had been thrown down, and lay promiscuously upon the earth, forming at one point a mound of some size. Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of the bones, we perceived a still interior recess, in depth about four feet, in width three, in height six or seven. It seemed to have been constructed for no especial use in itself, but formed merely the interval between two of the colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their circumscribing walls of solid granite.
It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch, endeavoured to pry into the depths of the recess. Its termination the feeble light did not enable us to see.
"Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado. As for Luchesi" --
"He is an ignoramus," interrupted my friend, as he stepped unsteadily forward, while I followed immediately at his heels. In an instant he had reached the extremity of the niche, and finding his progress arrested by the rock, stood stupidly bewildered . A moment more and I had fettered him to the granite. In its surface were two iron staples, distant from each other about two feet, horizontally. From one of these depended a short chain. from the other a padlock. Throwing the links about his waist, it was but the work of a few seconds to secure it. He was too much astounded to resist . Withdrawing the key I stepped back from the recess.
"Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the nitre. Indeed it is VERY damp. Once more let me IMPLORE you to return. No? Then I must positively leave you. But I must first render you all the little attentions in my power."
"The Amontillado!" ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered from his astonishment.
"True," I replied; "the Amontillado."
As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which I have before spoken. Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity of building stone and mortar. With these materials and with the aid of my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche.
I had scarcely laid the first tier of my masonry when I discovered that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a great measure worn off. The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth of the recess. It was NOT the cry of a drunken man. There was then a long and obstinate silence. I laid the second tier, and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibrations of the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes, during which, that I might hearken to it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon the bones. When at last the clanking subsided , I resumed the trowel, and finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I again paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw a few feeble rays upon the figure within.
A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated -- I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs , and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall. I replied to the yells of him who clamoured. I reechoed -- I aided -- I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew still.
It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close. I had completed the eighth, the ninth, and the tenth tier. I had finished a portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone to be fitted and plastered in. I struggled with its weight; I placed it partially in its destined position. But now there came from out the niche a low laugh that erected the hairs upon my head. It was succeeded by a sad voice, which I had difficulty in recognising as that of the noble Fortunato. The voice said --
"Ha! ha! ha! -- he! he! -- a very good joke indeed -- an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo -- he! he! he! -- over our wine -- he! he! he!"
"The Amontillado!" I said.
"He! he! he! -- he! he! he! -- yes, the Amontillado . But is it not getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone."
"Yes," I said "let us be gone."
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MONTRESOR!"
"Yes," I said, "for the love of God!"
But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply. I grew impatient. I called aloud --
"Fortunato!"
No answer. I called again --
"Fortunato!"
No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within. There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick -- on account of the dampness of the catacombs. I hastened to make an end of my labour. I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered it up. Against the new masonry I reerected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them.
Rad Link 5 posted... From: Pretty_Odd | #016 Shh... He owned us again. Let's crawl in a corner and hope he goes away. You are occasionally a funny troll.
I think people don't give you credit for it because you're usually so bad at it, though.
Well, I'm not a troll. The fact of the matter is, Ulti ran his mouth again, I owned the crap out of him, and he ran away. That's how it always goes.
From: Pretty_Odd | #043 Well, I'm not a troll. The fact of the matter is, Ulti ran his mouth again, I owned the crap out of him, and he ran away. That's how it always goes.
I seem to recall a few weeks ago you literally making a topic called "Ask a troll anything" and I asked "Why are you so bad at this?" Maybe I'm just confusing you with someone else who is terrible, but I'm about 90% certain it was you.
MarvelousGerbil posted... From: Pretty_Odd | #043 Well, I'm not a troll. The fact of the matter is, Ulti ran his mouth again, I owned the crap out of him, and he ran away. That's how it always goes. I seem to recall a few weeks ago you literally making a topic called "Ask a troll anything" and I asked "Why are you so bad at this?" Maybe I'm just confusing you with someone else who is terrible, but I'm about 90% certain it was you.