NEW RANSOMWARE WANTS YOU TO PLAY PLAYERUNKNOWN’S BATTLEGROUNDS
Oh fuck, why should I rewrite something that is already written!
Take it away Blair!!!
Since its debut last year, PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds has been one of our favorite multiplayer battle royale games. But someone may be taking their love for the game a little bit too far with a malware program which encrypts your files. Instead of ransoming your personal info for exorbitant amounts of money, the program asks players to play Battlegrounds.
Via Kotaku and Bleeping Computer, the PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds ransomware was discovered by Malware Hunter Team, and it is real. While the PUBG Ransomeware actually works, it’s being treated as a joke since the programmer included a note that said “Your files is [encrypted] by PUBG Ransomeware! But don’t worry! It is not that hard to unlock it. I don’t want money! Just play PUBG 1Hours.” It doesn’t even take an hour of gameplay to unlock the files. According to the reports, three minutes of gameplay will do the the trick. Also, the programmer included an unlock code, which means there’s really nothing to ransom.
This is perhaps one of the most benign ransomware programs in recent memory, and it’s the only one that makes us smile. It is a little disturbing to see how easily a ransomware program can spread and take control of sensitive files. But the idea of being “forced” to play PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds is the perfect cover for getting out of work.
Can you imagine what will happen if this ransomware catches on? Whole offices could be shut down until we get in a few rounds of Overwatch or Fortnite. Actually, we kind of like that idea.
What do you think about the PUBG Ransomeware? Play a few rounds in our comment section below!
As a matter of fact, most of the men you see on Bumble are Tinder rejects.
I spent a few weeks with one guy, who tried so hard to put the past behind him that he could not sit still.
All the yoga in the world can not help this person's PTSD.
He has a lot on his plate.
I feel for him, but I am not going to be the transition girl while he works things out.
Every conversation leads to the ex-wife or the ex-girlfriend that cheated on him.
I am not going to be that girl who wants to listen nor engage in this co-dependent nightmare.
I am sorry you were hurt by other women. And I am sorry your anger continues.
But most importantly, I am angry that you feel it necessary to regulate my behavior based on your past relationships.
And you are a total dick for telling me all about the golf tournaments and parties you were invited to or went to and rubbed it in my face after the fact.
What the fuck is wrong with you angry yoga man?
You don't deserve an alias on my page. You can stay 'angry yoga man' prick!
That is your shit to own. Do not project it on to me.
I do not like a man that looks at women and grades their potential, as a girlfriend, based on how willing she is to give head at a moments notice or accommodate a karma sutra fucking style that only leaves the man with an orgasm.
Namaste, angry yoga man.
Never regulate the Blonde!!!
P.S. Don't ever put your hand on my head and push me down to give you head unless you want your dick bit off.
No longer do I find it funny to play the dead hooker for necrophilias.
And quite frankly, the last time I played it...I ended up laughing.
How the hell did that happen.
Definitely not because I felt a tickle but very large sense of amusement that rushed over my dead and cold body and actually made me laugh.
Weird. I never did that before.
Certainly gave the gentleman a fright. He went to call the police and will I could not be locked up in a morgue so I had to banish him.
No worries, you will not miss him. he was one of the 1% who lived abroad and fighting extradition.
I need my coffin for a new occupation.
I am a money mover.
I can book flights for my coffin and place money under the satin silk lining. Dogs do sniff but when they open the lid, BAM!!
They see me.
A few have freaked. Not the dogs...the guards.
Many stare and say what a pretty corpse I am. And how sad it was I died so young.
Tends to get around the airport security circuit and security is less inclined to disturb the dead anymore. I am jut another dead chick in a coffin with a flight tag in a luggage compartment holding millions in diamonds, gold and cash.
I can only do this until I have hit all the airports...a duplicate visit would surely be noticed.
My minion is still with me. Vlad...what would I do with out the little gremlin?
A modern day dead smuggle I am
I am enjoying the job.
I get paid well and if I am crossed?
Well, that would be stupid.
Who would cross me and live to tell the tale?
Cartel deaths you read in the paper. Missing money.
Well, I speculate just like you.
The Blonde has not ventured into Mexico yet but I guess I should hurry.
I hear the Mexicans are building a wall to keep Trump out.
I have been dormant a long time but it is time to come back out of my coffin and hit the world again with a veracious appetite for mortal evil.
I did spend time underground trying to subdue my appetite for babies souls. I went to Tibet for awhile and found I am selective in the souls of babies that I feed off of. Tibet children will always be safe from my hunger. Which means I can control this part of me.
Most flavorful souls come from bad parents who will raise bad children and I find most, surprisingly enough, not all in the westernized states. I find my best souls in the hospitals located in.....
Well, let me not give you a google map of my feasts, for that would alert authorities and I must keep a low profile.
I do still love the taste of corrupt polizia...and feel it does good to take a few out unnoticed.
I am headed to Paris and Milan. I need to shop for new clothes and I see the eighties are back. Why?
I will be back in the states in the blink of a dead eye and have lots to talk about.
Did I mention I became a Countess of several countries before retreating into my coffin cubbie?