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And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

 

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

 

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

 

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

 

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

 

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

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ΕΙΔΙΚΑ ΕΣΥ PHO ΚΛΕΙΣ'ΤΟ ΔΕΝ ΕΧΕΙΣ ΙΔΕΑ ΑΠΟ ΜΠΑΛΑ ΚΑΙ ΜΟΝΟ ΜΑΛΑΚΙΕΣ ΠΕΤΑΣ

 

Εγώ "μαλάκα" δεν ασχολούμαι με την μπάλα γιατί έχει γεμίσει με άτομα που πουλάνε και την μάνα τους για να νικήσει η ομάδα τους. Δεν ασχολούμαι γιατί ΔΕΝ ΑΞΙΖΕΙ να ασχολιθώ με αυτούς που βγάζουμε σε 2 χρόνια εκατομύρια ευρώ και μπορούν να ταίσουν τα παιδιά των παιδιών τους γιατί τα νέα είναι όλα κολοστημένα με ένα τρόπο που προσπαθούν να κάνουν όλους να αγωνιούν ΧΕΣΤΗΚΑ άμα ο κόκκαλης θα πάρει τον έναν και τον άλλον που όλες οι ομάδες έχουν χεστεί στο χρήμα και εσείς τους προσκηνάτε κιόλας.

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DIABASTE TO GAMW

 

 

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

 

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

 

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

 

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

 

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

 

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

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Βλέπω όλοι το βουλώσατε 5ν1

 

 

Μόνο κάνενα βιντεάκι που και που αλλά κι αυτό δείγμα του ότι δεν έχετε τι να πείτε είναι

 

 

 

ΚΑΙ ΤΙΜΩ ΤΗΝ ΟΜΑΔΑ ΣΑΣ ΜΕ ΤΗΝ SIG ΜΟΥ

Εγώ "μαλάκα" δεν ασχολούμαι με την μπάλα γιατί έχει γεμίσει με άτομα που πουλάνε και την μάνα τους για να νικήσει η ομάδα τους. Δεν ασχολούμαι γιατί ΔΕΝ ΑΞΙΖΕΙ να ασχολιθώ με αυτούς που βγάζουμε σε 2 χρόνια εκατομύρια ευρώ και μπορούν να ταίσουν τα παιδιά των παιδιών τους γιατί τα νέα είναι όλα κολοστημένα με ένα τρόπο που προσπαθούν να κάνουν όλους να αγωνιούν ΧΕΣΤΗΚΑ άμα ο κόκκαλης θα πάρει τον έναν και τον άλλον που όλες οι ομάδες έχουν χεστεί στο χρήμα και εσείς τους προσκηνάτε κιόλας.

Ε ωραία αν δεν ασχολείσαι με την μπάλα μην ασχολείσαι και με τα flames περί ομάδων k?
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And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

 

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

 

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

 

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

 

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

 

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

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And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

 

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

 

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

 

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

 

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

 

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

apo ti tainia /vivlio einai auto?
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Βλέπω όλοι το βουλώσατε 5ν1

 

θα ασχολούνται για το τι λες 5 άτομα ? pvp παίζεις ρε ? fss..

 

 

btw πάω για mw2 για να μην νομίζεις ότι το βούλωσα

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