man we used to RUN AOL. we had cracked TOS and Host accounts and woudl ban people on the spot. there was this account named "deadvolvo" who youd message with a name and the account would be banned in like 15 seconds. so anyone talkin shit or even getting on my nerves would lose their parents AOL account. then we had these things called FDO's...which were like a window on AOL, all the windos had a FDO #. the thing is, to make an AOL account,we could put in the FDO to where it asks to create a screen name, which bypassed the whole credit card part. so we had hundreds of free accounts. so when a host or TOS banned us, wed sign right on another name like now what bitch? literally ran AOL for years. we also did text manipulation, where we could text someone and make it look like another person texted you. so i could text you on your moms AOL account and tell you she wanted to have incestual sex with you. started hella shit like that. those were the days.
if you were on AOL, and you went in rap/hiphop chat rooms especially, or any chat room i went into, you feared us. straight up.
we would steal hundreds of credit card info with names and addresses. i probably had a few of your credit cards in here, or your parents. i cant even tell you how many credit cards we racked up, then wed card, buy laptops and games and send them to abandoned houses, or neighbors houses and post in the yard. then sell the laptops or games or whatever, iw as caking so hard at 16-17.
i made a good 700.00 selling fake makaveli 7 albums online to people thousands of miles away. no one ever came to try and see me over that 20.00.
lots of fuckin stories about the old days. i was hacking back then. like a real hacker. i knew one click, c++, all the shit and would make programs to hack. made cracking programs to steal account passwords, all the shit. was fun back then. could pull any bitch on AOL with that power lmao
i got stalked for years by this gay AOL host named omar, and almost had to murder him in real life. he found my address and number so i copped a strap and told em come hither to this glockola