Innominate

"Day after day, alone with my computer trying to learn the art of hacking... I tried to be ruthless. I tried to be heartless- but day after day, my heart ached just to remind me it was still there."

-Etanimonni, well hidden hacker of 2017

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its not hacking its exploiting you skid
The art of hacking. Many have learned it so quickly. Etanimonni did. I lost my account, everything I'd worked for- just a puppet of an unknown hacker. Say Etanimonni backwards. Innominate. That means 'unknown, unidentified, unnamed, etc.' When I first met her it was in a game: 'The Diary of Eanimonni'. When I joined it was blank. Black sky. Nothing to look at. But I wasn't alone.

"You wanted to hear my story. You came to visit me."

...

"No...? You didn't come to see me after... After all the pain I've gone through, unable to leave this hell?"

"I'd might as well tell you anyway. Others who have come to see me refused to free me from this empty game..."

 ETANIMONNI'S ROBLOX LIFE- 2015-2017 

''"There was a beast within me that yearned for power all the time. I wanted it. I NEEDED it. Others had easily grasped it and struck terror in hearts... But not I. I wanted power, but not the fear. Like admin, but I couldn't get admin. No Robux. I couldn't get Robux. It was pathetic, wanting this and that, unable to reach it, being... Innonimate. So I tried. Day after day, alone with my computer, trying to learn the art of hacking... I tried to be ruthless. I tried to be heartless. But day after day, my heart ached just to remind me it was still there. It was too much. I easily learned it, and began my reign as a hacker. I waited for people pretending to be me, talking about me, pretending to have seen me, pretending they got hacked by me. But nothing happened. I was still anonymous. I was safe from ban. Only few knew about me, but were too scared to tell everyone about my existence. But those who knew I was thriving, waiting for the chance to attack, formed an army. I was locked in this prison of a game. They let me name it so I could use a keyboard to get attention one last time. I named it 'The Diary of Etanimonni'. And so many visted, but refused to free me. As if someone had told them about my sins. But now you're here! I've changed, I have. If you free me, I'll never, EVER ruin another life... Promise!"''

I wished I'd said no. But I didn't. I freed her and she's still out there. She spreads rumours about me so nobody likes me. And plus I'd opened a shell containing a vicious animal.

Etanimonni.