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I'm not sure why I'm even taking my time to help the people who got it from the 4chan fandango game, but whatever...
Okay, if you have just installed the shit BUT you have not restarted your system yet, you're in luck. :D I have made a quick fix for Microsoft Windows XP Professional. But, I have a feeling it'll work the same on all from basic to pro, or whatever it is. I wouldn't try it on Vista, though. Anyway, the virus is a fuck-up on Vista, so getting rid of it on that OS should be easy as pie.
http://www.2shared.com/file/3607451/5c f79211/Delete_Some_of_the_SS_Virus.htm l
BTW, run this file on the user account you have the virus on.
Here's the extended info for it:
This should delete the hidden installed files of the 4chan fandango. You still need to delete the program files > 4chan fandango and the files you primarily downloaded, though. But those are easy to find, so that's why I was too lazy to include them. :3
Make sure you say yes to the registry change. Unless you want the message to popup every time you are about to login to your system.
Afterwards, download/install Hijackthis. Do a scan and there will be 4 things necessary to fix. They say something like:
[hklm] and then a long thing ending with most likely a vbe file.
If you don't know what you're doing, please for the love of God PM me the logfile so I can tell you exactly what to fix.
This WILL NOT delete the whole virus IF you have restarted your computer prior to using this, but it'll still help in removing some shit.
The reason I haven't done a complete fix is because after restarting your pc, the virus changes the WINDOWS files. What I mean by that is files in system32, and such. I still need to do much more research to find out exactly what those are, so I can bring them back to their original state.
I understand completely if you don't trust the link, especially after this 'outbreak', but I can swear to you that this won't harm your computer in any possible fashion.
Okay, so there's the problem fixed, easily as well, if you were smart enough not to restart your computer at first.
Now, if you have restarted your computer, I still recommend to download and do the quick fix. It won't fix everything. Oh, no, but at least it helps.
Search your computer for files created and modified on the day you installed/restarted. Delete any vbe or d22 files. Also, any others that look suspicious as well.
Don't system restore if you're on XP. The virus fucks around with that too.
Okay, one last thing for you to make sure you do is download Hijackthis. Install it, Run it while making sure it saves a logfile. Please PM me the text of the log file. I might be able to help you right up front and tell you what to fix, but I still need several logs to compare and contrast.
So, before (and if) I make a complete fix, some methods have been "known" to remove the virus.
MAKE SURE YOU CHECK THIS
Also, if it comes down to it, reformat your computer.
Okay, if you have vista and you got it, what I did ;__; was to delete all the files related to it. All the files created in my appdata folder. These would be vbe files and d22 files. Also an icon and a flash movie.
Run a system restore to something, say, two days before you got the virus. And then, I deleted all the files created and modified on the day of download and install. I can't assure this will work for you though. The virus is unstable on Vista and has had different effects on different people. For instance, the only change for me was the login message, but other people got the desktop background and stuff. :/
I'll update this as (if) I go along with fixes. ;)
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Pic taken at 12:00 am, April 1st, Newgrounds time. :)
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
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Every now and then, I get bored, so I write little stupid stories.
Here's on that is currently under construction. I was doing it last summer, when I just forgot about it.
There is no title to it so far...
There she was, the one woman I had dreamt of for so long, in my arms. Dead. It had all happened so fast. I didn't understand what had occurred. One moment she was with me, the next...
It was unbearable to think about. All I could do was mourn over the loss of a companion. Not only a companion, but MY dearly beloved. I stayed like that for a few minutes. Or was it hours? I couldn't tell. For all I knew, time had stopped just so I could gather myself.
I finally, painfully, came back to my senses, when it all went black.
I woke up. Was it morning? Yes. The light of the sun had just started to peer through the windows. But where was I? It all came back to me. I remembered all the screams. The pain I had caused to others. To my wife. The woman I had killed.
Again, the question rose. Where was I? Last I could remember, I was outside in the middle of the forest holding the dead body of my wife. I felt the back of my head. I could feel my dried blood. Or was it the blood of my victim? It didn't matter now. All I knew was that I had to do was to get out.
I got up. I felt a horrid pain running up my spine. I shook it off. I then ran to the window and tried to pull it up. It was no use. The window was nailed down. But by who? I looked around. There was no door. Who ever had placed me in here didn't want me to get out. I figured that I was in an attic, since the view from the window was quite high up. I looked down at the floor, looking for a trap-door to lead me out. Yes! I had found it. But when I tried to move it up, it refused to budge.
It was no use, I was trapped.
Escape pt. 2
Then I remembered, the knife. The knife I had used to end her life. I felt around my belt. Yes, I still had it. Whoever placed me here didn't do a good job in leaving me hopeless. I took the knife out of it's sheath. It was still wet. The redness of blood gleamed off of it in the sunlight. I decided what to do. I threw it. Not away, but at the window.
Perfect. The butt of the knife landed squarely in the center, shattering the glass. A foul smell entered the room from the outdoors. As soon as it came, it left. I either got used to it quickly, or the wind had blown it away. It didn't matter now. I started to climb out the window, careful not to touch the sharp endings still remaining from the glass. That's when... I tripped. I felt my thigh ramming into the shattered glass. It sliced into me like a hot knife through butter. I could feel my boiling blood running down my leg. I could feel the bone in my thigh being carved by the glass. I could feel pain. It was unbearable. I couldn't yell. I wouldn't yell. I wasn't about to let my captor know that I was escaping.
I slowly slid the glass out of my leg. I could feel the glass rend my flash apart as it came out. Blood. It was everywhere. My jeans were soaked by it. I had to stand it. The glass finally made its way out. I could feel my body starting to get cold. I knew it was from the mass amounts of blood loss. I had to get to a hospital. But how? I could barely walk now. Wouldn't they recognize me? Wouldn't they realize I was the one who killed that woman in the middle of the forest? My wife. All the thoughts came back to me. I forgot about my leg. The pain of loss was too strong. I recalled all her wild screams as I tore the flesh off her bones. No. Now was not the time. I had to get out. I had to find a hospital. I had to escape.
I tore a piece of my shirt and tied it firmly around my wound. It would stop the bleeding, for now. I looked around at my surroundings once more. I saw my knife on the floor. I picked it up, and tried to carve into the wall. No use. This building was made of concrete. The window was my only way out. I used the knife to break the larger pieces of glass. Then, once again, I tried to crawl out. I took my time. I made sure I didn't trip over anything, again. Success! I was out. But how would I get down?
I slowly started to climb my way down, with the help of the window ledges. I had to take my chances of someone seeing me, it was the only way I could escape. On the last window down, my foot missed the ledge. I fell. At least it was only a few feet off the ground. Nothing bad had occurred. I considered myself lucky.
I looked around at my surroundings. I saw the forest in which I had killed... her. I took a final look at the house. That's when it hit me. It was my house. I had escaped my own house. Why did someone put me in my on house? Where was my wife's body? No time to ask now. I decided not to go back to the house. It might have risked the whole escape.
I started to limp toward the city. Who knows what I would find?
A Stroll Through The City
It was getting to be mid-afternoon by the time I got to the city. The walk through the forest didn't take but a little over an hour. The blood on my leg was beginning to get cold. I could smell the broken flesh starting to rot. Luckily I saw nobody in the forest. The time in the forest gave me time to reflect upon my deeds. I tried to justify what I had done. I had skinned her alive. Then, with the same knife I used to escape, I stabbed her in the stomach. I wanted to make sure her final moments were pain and suffering. Her stomach acids ate her insides away slowly. There was one thing I couldn't understand. What had pushed me to do it? One moment, we were happily strolling through the park, the next, I had killed her. I couldn't recall the time period in between.
Once I was near the city, I could feel that there was something wrong. There was no life. I didn't hear the daily traffic. I didn't smell the mixtures of restaurants, smog, and garbage that littered throughout the city. I didn't see the people. The city had died. Strangely, all the windows were open. Normal city people have the windows closed to keep out the smog. But again, it was not time to ask.
My entire body was completely numb. The piece of cloth that was holding back the blood in my leg had failed. I was losing blood quickly. I had to get to a Hospital, or I would faint in the middle of the street. I limped as quickly as I could to the nearest store. Hopefully there was somebody inside that would guide me to the closest hospital.
The inside was empty. Almost all the shelves had been cleared out. I looked around. There was nobody at the counter. I was about to leave when I saw an arm. I looked back over the counter. On the floor, to my horror, was a body. It was warm. Whoever this was had died not long ago. There was no signs of a homicide. No marks on the neck to say that this person was strangled. Nothing. I looked aver the rest of the counters. It was the same story. Dead bodies.
I limped around the store. I found what I was looking for. A sewing kit. I ripped it open, and started to sew my leg shut. It wasn't much, but it was something. After cleaning up, I left the store. Again, I faintly smelled the same foul smell that I smelled when I broke open the window back at the house.
I began looking into the other shops. Everybody was dead. There was no life left in the city. But why? Who, or what, had killed everybody off? What had made me want to murder my own wife? Who had locked me in my own home? That's when it hit me. Whoever locked me in my house, didn't want to lock me in. That person tried to lock someone, or something, else out.
Maybe escaping from my house was the worst mistake I had done.
A Time to Run
I had to make it back to the house. Soon. I felt as if something were going to jump out from behind my back. All these deaths, including my wife's death, were connected... somehow. They had to be. It couldn't be a mere coincidence.
I started running. With every step, horrendous pain shot up my leg. But there was no way I was going to stop. I could feel the stitches in my leg begin to unravel themselves. I should have brought the sewing kit with me, but it was too late to turn back now. Somehow, I felt that whatever had murdered the city, was out to get me.
I was almost out of the city when I tripped over... something. I felt my stitches get caught on a small branch from a nearby tree. They blew out of my leg. A shearing pain shot up my leg as the stick ripped out pieces of flesh that where still held by the stitches. A warm liquid began to crawl it's way down my leg. Blood. I was about to let myself bathe in the warm liquid when I saw what I had tripped over. It was a stack of newspapers. A closer look at them and I could see the date printed on them.
June 18, 2009.
Nothing strange about that, except that the last date I could remember was June 10, 2008.
I had forgotten a year of my life.
I scrambled back to the house, carrying a copy of the newspapers. I had taken off my shirt and tied it around the reopened wound. It wouldn't hold back the blood for long, but I needed to get my self back together.
By the time I got there, I felt a cold sweat run down my back. My shirt had done it's job. It was completely soaked with my blood. My only hope left was the small chance of there being a sewing kit at the house. If not, I would die of massive blood loss.
I stood at the door, hoping it would open for me. I began to turn the doorknob, when, to my horror, I felt it stop on mid-turn. It was locked. I began to look around for a spare key. My body felt half-dead. No one could stand so much blood loss for so long. My sight was blurrier, I couldn't taste the blood on my lips anymore, it felt cold all over me. If I didn't close my wound soon, I would be lying down in my own puddle of blood.
I couldn't fight the hands of death any longer. I let myself fall to the ground... and die.
Darkness. It was all I could see. All the blackness of the earth had engulfed me, leaving only my mind to wonder through past deeds done and lost. As my mind raced through the possibilities of where I was, I began to see a light shining through the vast emptiness of death. I could not not move my lifeless body toward it, so I calmly waited and let it come.
The light slowly crept towards me. Though, the closer it came, the stranger I felt. I began to feel an unnatural warmth over my lower torso. It started to come faster and faster, and all I could do was stare. I soon felt pain in place of the calm warmth that had engulfed my lower torso just a few seconds before. Then, just before the light reached me, it disappeared.
Still in pain, I looked around. It was not until my eyes adjusted to the darkness once again, that I saw a strange human-like figure staring down on me. With much effort, I croaked out a single word.
Liru is just plain awesome. That silly little topic made me re-realize my love for Magical Pokaan.
I don't have a problem, just a very extensive collection...
Don't you? Newgrounds is now pink, FABBOTS are pink, my Edit Post sig is pink. Hell, even vaginas are pink.
Pink > Everything
EDIT: Fuck you Tom, it's back to normal. >:(
EDIT 2: asdf now it's some halloween stuff. D: