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I am interested in the concept of crypto-anarchy for few years now (I bought Come and Get it of Cody Wilson, hope his doing well) so I am really happy to see this kind of subreddits.

Being a french designer, I am more and more concern about the state of freedom of speech and caricature in my country, which is strange thing considering it’s the country of Charlie Hebdo. I don’t even talk about the almost divine power left to few multi billion dollar company like FB or Twitter that can wipeout someone from the Internet.

To help my people and the people around the world I decided to come with a new concept, a 3D imageboard, where the game elements is used like an abstraction layer, enabling secret that can only be reach Hardcore users. Notice that this concept works in browser page, AND, future cool stuff, will use in the future the ability to decentralize a part of the game content, via the Webtorrent javascript lib. Ho, and of course, all players are anonymous, using a system of token.

Here is my world: http://radichan.net/dungeon/

Explore the dungeon here: http://snuffchan.com/dungeon/


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the Dark_Net eBook : a Cyber thriller featuring Snuff Girls and Violence


Hi people!

On March 30th, Snuffchan will celebrate his one year! And I got a very special gift for you: my Dark_Net novel, featuring, hacking, gore, snuff girls and bondage.

English isn’t my native language, so the choice of writing a seven chapter novel in english was a huge challenge for me. Even if the result not 100% grammatically perfect, the storyline is smart, dark, and the two 19 years protagonists are completely twisted. I even introduced the Party Van, a CIA secret section that would be recurrent in my future projects.

I will make an announcement soon, to talk about my next project. Spoiler: it will be a pixel art video game featuring Pinky Violence and japanese school girl uniforms.

You can Dark_Net buy it on the Amazon store, sponsoring the Snuffchan website and my next project:



Or downloading it for free here:
–> ePub format
–> PDF format

I want to thank all the Snuffchan readers and the /guro sub-reddit for their critics their support.

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Dark_Net / Part VII : The Party V&


Chapter seven of Dark_Net and end of  the story!  I so proud to achieve this year of work on Dark_Net, even if I am a bit exhausted and have mixed feeling about the final result. And I also made the most important: I introduced the three Party V& member who will regularly make an appearance in my work. Do not hesitate to mail me if you liked the story further information or if you want me to improve some part of the story. Enjoy!




Thursday 11 November 2016 20:01,
Somewhere in the Polesky State Radioecological Reserve,

Amy was exhausted by her adventure, the hacking, the kidnapping, the horribles images living now in her head. She was now in the radioactive exclusion zone in an ex-URSS country, out of reach of any american or european warrant, the perfect place to hide an illegal servers farm.

She was standing outside the Death_Bay headquarters, a three buildings place in the middle of the forest. There was a two-storey cabin, a field of solar-panel and a communication tower. The place looked strangely to the Makarov hideout in Call Of Duty : Modern Warfare 2.

She was taking her antidepressants drug and discreetly checked her 3D printed Liberator. The original gun was concieve to held a single bullet, but the custom version she own was able to held four. She needed both for what was coming next. She slowly came back to the cabin, rejoining the Death_Bay fanatics before their ritual streamed murder.

Thursday 11 November 2016 20:01,
Cabin’s basement.

Julie woke up, naked, on the cold concrete ground. Even half-asleep, she recognized the room used for the murder of Boxxy. She was now on the other side of the mirror. Cameras and the eyes were now pointed on her. Her obsession for the Death_Bay website has finally badly ended, making her the subject of a very sadistic ritual murder.

She was facing her torturers, standing at the other side of the room. There was one person more than on the Boxxy’s video. A smaller person with an the V& anagram written on her shirt and her long brown hairs coming out from her hood.

“Why did you do that Amy?” moaned Julie.

She suddenly felt a deep pain in her swelling belly. Something enormous was shifting in her entrails, creating a moving relief at the button of her soft skin. But this alien organism wasn’t here to stay and was aggressively trying to broke his flesh prison, causing an intense pain to his host. Soon, a black liquid made of blood and shit started flowing between her two perfectly white legs.

After several long minutes, the thing finally came out, exploding Julie’s anus. She immediately heard a small scream in the cell, forcing her to open her eyes, before making a loud and continuous scream, discovering what was actually inside her few minutes ago.

The hooded man make sign to come to the person who was wearing the V& sweat, before putting a hand gun in his hand.
« Be careful. There are just two bullets. » He says.
V& pointed the gun in direction of Julie little cousin and fired before pointing it on Julie’s horrified face.

Thursday 11 November 2016 21:15,
Communication tower.

After the death of Julie was recorded and filmed, the boss of Death_Bay took Amy to the servers room for a private talk.

PedroBear was a fat and nerdy in his thirties, wearing long, black and dirty hairs. The greasy skin of his face was covered with acne. Despite his ugliness he was a talented hacker, and a persuasive nihilistic philosophy.

“So you’re now part of the team. Do you know how works Death_Bay, I mean, the secret part?”
Amy noded.
“Death_Bay isn’t just about random, dark net shits : it has a very specific logic. We are proposing custom murders to a very limited club of hackers, who, in return, provide us a huge among of cyber warfare goods. Human lives in exchange of a cyber strike force. ”
“That’s neat.” replied Amy, smiling and fixing Pedro Bear in the eyes.
“All your stuff are in these servers? Even the contact of all your generous hacker friends?” continued Amy.
“You’re right. You know Amy, you a fucking a clever girl.”
Amy pulled out her Liberator, pointing it on Pedro’s face.
Pedro hold his breath.
“What the hell? Are you with the Party Van, filthy bitch?”, he said furious.
“No I am not. I never had the choice. You see pedro, when I was thirteen I’ve been accused of cyber terrorism and imprisoned in a secret C.I.A. facility. After three years they proposed me a deal: this infiltration mission in exchange of my liberty.”
“We can arrange this, Amy.”
“No, you can’t. Nobody can.”
“There’s one solution, Amy. Stop being a fucking proxy and become the Party Van. Why do you think we stock all these cyber weapons? With all our knowledge we can kill them all and then replacing them, offering our services to foreigners government who will give us a piece land in exchange. Do you imagine that, Amy? Being the Queen of your own country, filled with illegal data servers? It would be a Pirate Haven.”
Pedro took a quick break, and continued.
“All we need to do is kill few more girls and will have enough to… ”
Amy fired, housing one of her tiny homemade bullets in PedroBear brain.

Thursday 11 November 2016 16:19,
Party V& headquarter.

Jefferson Bullsville, the leader of the secret the C.I.A. branch called the Party Van was monitoring the Death_Bay hideout by with a RQ-4 Global Hawk drone, waiting for the call of his infiltrated agent or any external sign of her death. His two team members were with him, in a windows less room filled with computer screens displaying strategic data. Sherrod Ripper, a 28 gothic girl, expert in cryptography, computer architecture and experimented sharpshooter has just received a chat message:
“We’re in boss, we’ve now a full access to the Death_Bay secret servers. Amy is waiting for new orders.”
Jefferson pulled out a long cigar and lit it.
“Perfect. Tell her she’s now the new leader of the Death_Bay gang. Her new job is to keep running.”
“Message send” replied Sherrod, before adding “So what we do now boss?”
The unique eye of Jefferson was carefully watching the Death_Bay cyber weaponry listing on the room biggest screen.
“We will use all that cyber shit to crush the all enemies of the United states.”
“Hum, Boss… we are in the Pentagon, I don’t think we are allowed to smoke.” The comment was from Kim Davis, a 31 asian guy expert in combat drones and ex E-Sport champion, who was presently wearing a black tee shirt labelled Zerg über alles.
“My dear Kim, if one day, some body of the high administration figure out what is going on in this room, this cigar would probably be the least of our concerns”

the End

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Dark_Net / Part VI : Self Pleasure And Home Invasion


Sixth chapter of Dark_Net! Twist! Pleasure and home invasion! I put lot of cool stuff in this chapter, which was the initial conclusion of the Dark_Net story when I originally started it, ten months ago… But I know what? I got an even cooler conclusion for chapter 7 & 8 ! And don’t forget to reply to my survey on the story!

[UPDATE 17.01.15] I rewrite some part to make the text cooler!




Sunday 8 November 2016 17:19,
Julie’s living room

Julie was facing her mysterious send by one of her anonymous fan. She discovered a black and classy box, with the word IRONGEARS, written in big, medieval, iron letters.Three shiny metal pieces were stored into. The first one was a hyperrectangle (The three dimensional version of the rectangle) crossed by two holes, each one of the width of a wrist. The other was a thin but solid metal loop crossing a ball just as small to be put in a mouth.  And finally there was a medium and rounded cylinder. Each one was equipped with a small interactive touch screen.

A handbook was joined with the package, but it was all in german. It was impossible for Julie to know the exact nature of this strange equipment.

She reacted like any digital native, jumping on her laptop, typing the IRONGEAR name on the google search box. Apparently, IRONGEARS  was a german bondage gears brand. They were specialized into wireless restraints, that can be locked or unlocked via a phone application. Fuck! This shit was a high class sex toy!

This present was  best way to continue the pleasant experience of this afternoon, thought Julie. Her parents were coming back tomorrow morning, the timing was just perfect!
Sunday 8 November 2016 20:59,

Julie’s bedroom

Julie closed all the shutters of the house, before making herself comfortable, wearing high tights with a black gothic nightdress. Her dressing finished, she started to set her new toys, peering each accessory with an application on her phone. The most important part was to ensure than the phone was properly able to unlock the metal handcuff.

Few minutes after she was lying on her a cozy bed, bound and gagged by her own will, with her high tech iron restraints. Her hands were bound in the back left to the vibes of her vribrator, set in a special mode, studied to bring the victim at the edge of the orgasm. Julie was in the haze, leaving the outside world for her a little death, sa petite mort.

On her phone, the IRON-app countdown was setted to end her self-bondage at 21:30. She had nothing to do, only relishing her own predicament.


Sunday 8 November 2016 21:27,
Julie’s bedroom

Julie was nicely waiting for her release in 67 seconds. She was in the cloud, feeling like a little princess again. Watching herself in her bedroom mirror, she thought how pretty and sexy she was. May be she should try posting again on Death Bay, maybe things will be different.

6, 5, 4, 3…

Her phone suddenly when black with a huge beep sound. she clumsily tried to touch the screen or go back to the main menu, but nothing. There was nothing more than a black screen with… a pixelated skull in the middle?

Her heart was beating strongly. She started thinking. She need to send a message to Amy. She hardly opened skype before doing the only thing she can do: leaving her a vocal message. She hardly started the recording of her message, moaning through her gag, desperately begging for help.

Suddenly the light went out, as the Internet connection of computer. Julie was now standing in dark, helpless and silenced. But this silence wasn’t long : some noises were coming from the ground floor. Somebody was in the house.

The shortcut in her mind was immediate : Boxxy and her kidnapping.

The DeathBay people had never been looking for a new princess, they were looking for a prey. The phone , the IRONGEAR, the blackout and now the home invasion, all these stuff were nothing more than a deadly trap.

How could she have been be so stupid?
Sunday 8 November 2016 22:01,

A backstreet surrounding Julie’s house

Julie was hidden between two smelly dumpster, shaking with cold in her ruined nightdress, in an alley of her block, still trapped in her inescapable restraints. Few minutes ago she miraculously escaped to her home invaders by jumping out her bedroom window and brutally landing on a bush.

Something broke the silence of the dark alley.

She was hearing a familiar voice, calling for her.

She recognized the voice of Amy.

Julie came out from her hiding, to land between the arms of her friend, crying tears of joy.

Amy silently hugged her, putting her right arm at the back of her friend neck.

“My Julie…”

The hand of Amy handled her ball gag, but she didn’t take it off. She was tightening it.

Julie wasn’t understanding.

“I so am sorry, Julie.” says Amy.

“I wish I could let go away, but that’s not possible now. Somebody has to be sacrificed.”

As Julie was moaning and struggling, Amy passionately kissed her ball-gagged and drooling mouth.

“I was loving you, Julie.”

Amy fixed Julie horrified face one last time before pushing her in the dirty trunk of the kidnappers car.


To be continued…

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Dark_Net / Part V : Hot Coffee



Fifth chapter finished! This one will focus on Amy and her special relationship with Julie. There is also a little easter eggs! One of the following paragraph is hiding very kinky scene has been encrypted! Good luck to decode it! Just a clue : Base64 encode is your friend! Have fun!




Sunday  8 November 2016 11:32,

Amy’s house


Julie rang the bell of Amy’s house. She just had the time to notice the lack of care of the garden before Amy opened the door.

“Hi! Are you doing better?” saids Amy , kissing her on the chick.

”Yeah, far better. I was seeking a good night without computer.”

“Come inside, I was just making coffee.”

Julie followed her to the kitchen. Even from the inside, the house didn’t seem like a place where was living a family. There was no decoration on the wall, no furniture, just few cardboards left here and there.

The kitchen was a real mess. There was three fulfilled trash bags, the kitchen top was dirty and had a can branded Ace Tomatoes Company half opened on it.

“Are your parents here?” asked Julie.

Amy didn’t reply immediately.

“They haven’t finished their move. They’re still in transition.”

“I need to ask you something, something about yesterday.” Amy instantly stopped the loading of the coffeemaker. She didn’t reply, or even turn to Julie.

“Today, when I woke up, the video wasn’t on my desktop anymore and the page accessing to the secret section of Molochan has disappeared. It’s like what’s happened yesterday what just a bad dream. But I know it wasn’t a dream. Please, say something Amy.”

“After you lost consciousness, I erased all the files you downloaded with a special cleaner software, leaving no trace of them on your hard drive. It’s not safe to keep this kind of files on your personal computer. For the page which had mysteriously disappeared, I don’t have any information.”

Amy took a pause.

“You know Julie, maybe this video was just a big joke, an amateur horror made by Boxxy herself.”

“But she disappeared just after!” shouted Julie.

“May be it was a promotional ruse: In the seventies, an italian film director asked all his cast to disappear, in order to feed the rumor of the film  being an authentic snuff movie.”

“You may be right. May be I was overthinking the whole stuff. Sorry.”

“No, it’s ok. I was choked too. May be you should leave this whole darknet stuff behind you, and enjoy the last items you will receive…”

“That’s crazy you tell me that, ‘cause I received a special delivery today, just before move on. I didn’t open it, so it’s will be tonight big surprise.”

“That fucking cool!”

The loading of the coffeemaker was now over.

“Should I put a mug for you?”

“I am not a big fan of coffee.”

Amy pushed on the button of the coffee maker, slowly filling her mug.

“You should, it’s a perfect nourishment for the brain.”

The coffeemaker stopped, and Amy took her mug.

“Come, I will show you my room.”

Julie followed Amy upstairs, discovering her messy bedroom. The walls were cover from notes, almost hiding the wall of the room. Books, junk food and clothing were lying the floor around a mattress.

“Wow. That’s… surprising. What do you do with all these note?” asked Julie.

“It’s all related to my secret hacking hobby. I took the last days to extracting a hidden porn scene in a on a 2003 mainstream video game.” said Amy, showing a Playstation 2 CD.

“If I remember, the name of the client was Thompson-some-shit.” Julie looked Amy, showing she didn’t understand.

“I was also looking for some ideas for my presentation in philosophy class.” continued Amy.


“Yep, I don’t have any idea about what I will present in four days.”

“May be you should talk about something that matter to you.” said Julie.

“Nothing matter for me.”

“But you care about computers. And hacking.”

“That’s could be an idea, I but I don’t think I will magically resolve my existential anxieties in the next 4 days.”

“You are a pretty smart person, why have you miss a year. I mean, we both have the same age.”

“Got troubles with the law in the US, when I was thirteen. You know, hacking and shit.”

“You mean, you went to jail?”

“I am not comfortable talking about this.” Replied Amy.

“Doesn’t matter to me. I was so anxious about repeating my year, being in a class with unfamiliar teenagers listening rap and pop music. It was so reassuring to meet an outsider like me, somebody who isn’t afraid to be seen as a weirdo.”


“I mean, I really like you Amy.” finally said Julie.

“Like you to, Julie”

There was Thirty second of an awkward silence.

“I don’t see any wardrobe.” eventually said Julie.

“I don’t have one. All my clothes are in this cardboard.”

“May I look inside?”

“Yeah” replied Amy.

After releasing multiple clothes cardboard, Julie was stopped by a black sweatshirt with the V& letters written on it.

“This sweat looks neat ! Is V& a clothing brand?”

“No, it’s not. I got it on the Internet. I an abbreviation of Party van, an expression in the hacking underworld to talk about the FBI van parked in front of your house.”

“Hum, sounds even cooler. Why I’ve never saw it on you?”

“It was at the very bottom of the card board. I don’t like taking too much time to chose my clothing on the morning.”

“You should take care a of your look, Amy.”

“Nobody ever learn me how.”

“Got an idea! Let switch our clothes! I will show you than behind you mask of ugly nerd girl, there a little princess sleeping!”

“The description was not very appealing… but, why not.” replied Amy.

Few minutes later, Amy was made up and dressed with Julie’s clothes.

Julie, her, was just wearing her black lacework panty with Amy’s V& sweat.

“You’re so perfect! Where is your mirror?”

“There is one in the in the bathroom.”

Once in the bathroom, Amy was stunned. She was the perfect, glass wearing, gothic lolita.

“I tell you so!” said Julie.

Amy was blushing.

Julie took a look to the bathroom. There was some plastic bottle of pills left over the sink.

“What are these medecine for?” asked Julie.

“These are antidepressants pills.” replied Amy, quickly storing the bottle  in a bathroom closet.

“Are you depressed? I don’t see why, you looks like the perfect school girl.”

“It’s complicated and I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Ok, so what do you want to do?”




Sunday  8 November 2016 16:32,

Amy’s house front door


Amy and Julie were now wearing their respective clothes again.

“That was… surprising!”

“For me to! ” replied Amy.

“So… See you tomorrow in class!”

“Yeah! Have fun! Don’t forget to tell me about your mysterious package! I am very curious about it!”

“So do I!”


Sunday  8 November 2016 17:10,

Julie’s living room


Julie left her bag on the canap, before lighting a cigarette. She had very good time with Amy. She was still excited. Her eyes were focusing her mysterious package. She was certain about it. This package was containing the thrilling conclusion of her sunday evening.

To be continued…

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Dark_Net Part 4.1 : Improved & Gory


Hey! The fifth chapter is still in progress, but I have completely rewritten the last chapter with the torture scene. After few critics on my story on the /guro of reddit I just figured out than the climax of my story should be more slow and more detailed.

So if you like, you can scroll down and read the improved version of the Dark_Net : Part IV!

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Dark_Net / Part IV : Kidnapped and Tortured

Kidnapped and tortured

New chapter finished! We will finally know what is on file Julie downloaded. This chapter is pretty spicy, featuring a kidnapping and a torture sequence.

Have fun, and don’t forget to leave some feedback.




Saturday  7 November 2016 17:29,

Julie’s computer,

reading of file://Users/Julie666/Desktop/Ym94eXRvcnR1cmVtdXJkZXI.m4v

The video started in a residential area. It was probably taken with a Go Pro or some kind of POV device. The cam stopped in front of a house. It was dark, but lights were still on. A girl was in the living room, wearing headphones and using her laptop. She looked like a teenager, maybe 18-19 years old, with dark hairs,  black make-up and a cute flyaway.

“Fuck, it’s look like Boxxy…” Whispered Julie.

“Who is Boxxy?”

The man wearing the camera took out a device with an antenna, turning it on. The machine  generated a sharp noise, and an image distortion appeared on the video record.

“Daaad! What the fuck with the Internet?” said a voice inside the house.

The camera targeted a panel at the back of the house. A hand wearing a latex glove dismounted the panel and cutted off all the electrics wires. There was no more light in the house. People started shouting inside. The camera went in night vision.

The camera man broke the front door, entered the house and finally took off a hunting knife. A middle aged man descended the stairs. The armed hand fall on him, stabbing him in the neck.

A light beam appears, showing the bleeding body. It was the girl’s smart phone. She screamed and started to run away. She crossed the garden, arrived on the street and tried to stop a van. The driver came out before hitting her and grabbing her in the van followed by the camera. The two men quickly secured her legs and arms with duct tape. As she regained consciousness, the second man pushed a tennis ball in her mouth, strictly covered by several layers of tape. No more talk for her, her only way to communicate was now her two brown, silent and crying eyes.

Black screen.

Amy looked at Julie. Her breath was accelerating

“May be that vid is just a fake.” said Amy, trying to reassure her.

“That doesn’t look an amator vid… this shit looks hundred percent real.”

Tears were rolling over Julie’s cheeks.

The video continued. We were now indoor, in a dark room, with concrete walls, may be a cave or a blockhaus. The camera was now static, placed on the ceiling. Boxxy was lying on the center of room, chained to a sort of medieval wooden desk, struggling and screaming. That was a very strange table: It was equiped with shakles and a wooden roll was standing a few feet over Boxxy’s belly.

Even if the room was poorly lighted we were able to distinguish three men standing around the table.

“Who are you? what do you want?” Was she screaming. One of the men moved toward the table. He was wearing a black hoodie and military trousers, with a mask of troll face covering his head. He was handling a gag, slowly approaching it to her mouth.

“No, please, please, don’t gag me! Hmpmmph  Hmmph!”

A huge ball gag was violently push into her mouth, silencing her again.

The man whispered to her ear :

“Don’t worry my little lamb, soon it will be finished.”

His voice sounded robotic, he was probably disguising his voice with a device.

“Have you ever heard about the intestinal crank, my beautiful lamb? That was a pretty gruesome antique execution method: it consisted in slowly extracting the intestines of the victim with a crank.”

Boxxy was struggling harder and harder, shouting desperately through her gag. but nothing to do, the hardwood torture table wasn’t moving from an inch.

The man was now tickling Boxxy’s belly with a huge hunt knife.

“Documentations on this original execution method are pretty rare, so we don’t know exactly how much time you will survive. It will be the big surprise of tonight!”

Tears started rolling over Boxxy’s cheeks.

“So let’s start.”

The troll face made an incision in the up of the belly, making a thin pouring of blood on her flank. His hand disappeared in her guts, cutted something inside, before pulling the start of her intestine. The two others masked men took the guts and nailed his start to the wooden roll.

They started to crank, slowly wrapping the bleeding intestines of the poor breathing girl. After a minutes she started to lose consciousness, her eyes were rolling and her body convulsing.

The wound to his stomach was heavily bleeding.

And suddenly her body stop struggling, living no more than her beautiful, white and bloodstained body.

The mind of Amy suddenly came back to the living room. Julie has vomited before losing consciousness.


 Saturday  7 November 2016 18:47,

Julie’s room

Julie opened her eyes.

“What happened?”

“You lost consciousness when we were watching the video.”

“Oh fuck, I remember that shit.”

“Drink this lemon juice, it will help you to recover.”

“Thanks sista.”

“Can I go home? Are you ok?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Do not hesitate to phone me if you need help.”


Saturday  7 November 2016 19:30,

Somewhere in Saint Germain

Amy was walking on a bridge crossing over the suburban railroad. The crowd and the firefighter’s vehicle were standing in front of the train station. From her point of view, she was clearly seeing the bloody remains of the man who had thrown himself under the train.

She took a picture.

This will surely please the Molochan admins.

To be continued…

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Dark_Net / Part III

Dark Net  Part 3

Here we are! A new chapter of my novel, Dark_Net. This part has been a real pain in this ass to write. There are lot of interface and software descriptions, which isn’t easy to redact, especially when it’s not your native language. Indeed, I am already on the next part, which will contains kidnapping and torture <3.

Enjoy, and don’t forget to leave some feedback.




Saturday 7 November 2016 17:15,

Julie’s living room

The eyes of Amy and Julie were fixing the upload progress.

>Uploading in progress_
>10% 30% 50% 70% 100%
>Analysing in progress_
>13% 66% 100%
>Access granted_

The Moloch picture giggled and a new page appears.
“We’re in.” says Amy.
There was no more graphical interface or fancy web design, just green letters on a black background. The page make-up and the emojis made ASCII were the only form of graphical expression.

The content of the page was a list of mysterious directories, each one identified by a single letter or number.

Julie was disappointed about the lack of interface. She was a very graphical person and also depressed young adult. The black background was like a mirror of her meaningless live.

“I was expecting… I don’t know. Something else. Something that will give a sense to my live. It’s just getting more and more mysterious.”

Amy was the exact opposite of Julie. She was over excited. This secret place was like a gigantic mathematical puzzle.

“What you looking for is may be lost somewhere in this alphanumeric labyrinth.” After an instant of reflexion, Amy added “That’s fun, the letter C and P aren’t on the list. There is probably more hidded boards… Let’s start to open fews.”

Amy opened the directory “/3” . The section was filled with .obj files post.

“What is a .obj file?” asked Julie.
“.obj are widely use to store three dimensional data. There are hundreds of these files, but not a single description. Let’s download one, just to figure out what it is.” A right click and the file was on the computer desktop. Amy typed a command line, launching a native OpenGL program. The 3D mesh appeared, turning around, displaying a beautiful open source machine gun.

“How do you know all these 3D engineering stuff?”
“I am made a presentation at school about 3D printing.”

Amy tried another directory, the “/b”. This section was a huge list of computer breach, mostly on bank systems and military drones. Amy has already heard of this kind of business when she was playing multiplayer video games: Hackers were uncompiling game code, finding breach, before selling it to a discrete ring of professional players, fucking all the others non-cheating players. But it wasn’t a game anymore: These few lines of code had the abilities to change the fate of a country.

Amy came back to the reality, leaving her geopolitical thought behind her. Her friend face was displaying fatigue and depressiveness. The core of the community was a high level elitistic sect she will never enter. It was even strange they had allowed her to post on their board. She invested so much time, trying to be a part of something she cannot understand.

Amy took a minute of reflexion before talking.
“You really want to please these people?”
“Of course I want! It’s so important to me!”
“Post the picture we took where you were bound and hanged. They will love it. I leave you the computer keyboard, I need will borrow you some coffee. Want some?”
“No I don’t like coffee.”
“You should try, it’s perfect for intellectual reflexion.”

Amy disappeared in the kitchen, leaving Julie to her task.

Saturday 7 November 2016 19:26 (Server side time),
Location unknown ????????

>UNAUTHENTIFIED_USER add 24 messages
>UNAUTHENTIFIED_USER download video file

Saturday 7 November 2016 17:29,
Julie’s living room

Amy was back with her coffee mug.

“So, what’s new?”, asked Amy.
“I made few post. I didn’t know where to post, so I posted in every directory.”
“Humf. Have ever heard the word Flooding?”
“You are a worthless bitch, you know?”, whispered Amy. Julie didn’t notice, too intoxicated by the joint.
“Have you found new stuff?”
“Yeah, the directory /z was filled with video files. So I started to download one.”

Amy had a grimace when she noticed the downloading bar at the bottom of the browser.
The video file was call Ym94eXRvcnR1cmVtdXJkZXI. Maybe a kind of base 64 encoding, thought Amy.

“Don’t do that, Julie. This site looks fucking dangerous. We have reached the depth of the Dark Net. If we don’t stop, we will find things that will certainly burn our eyes and fuck our brain forever.”
“It’s cannot this bad, Amy! I am sure it’s a cool video!”

Julie’s eyes were focus on the bar. She was shivering.
“Do you think one day we’ll be together, me and person who made this forum?”
Amy didn’t reply.

The download reached the 100% and the Ym94eXRvcnR1cmVtdXJkZXI.m4v appears on the desktop. The video started.

To be continued…

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D4rk N3t / Part II

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Saturday  7 November 2016 16:30,

Julie’s House, Paris suburbs, near Saint Germain

Julie was grimacing. Standing on a stool with five inch high heels is a hard job, and the rope  that was enclosing her neck didn’t make the task easier.

“Amy, have you take the photo? I was expecting  to finish this photo session alive! »

« Please stop shouting,  sweet heart. »

« Amy! Please hurry! I can’t stand anymore!”

Amy was like a photo junky, taking as much photos she could with Julie’s phone.

“Ok, it’s done.”

Julie took off the rope around her neck, descended the stool and took a huge breath. His parents were in the south of France to see her aunt new born child. Julie decided  to enjoy their absence by smoking Lucky Strikes and transforming her home in one big horror movie footage.

The living room  was now her headquarter, hosting clothes, laptop, make-up and cigarettes. Comfortably seated in the sofa, they were watching the result of their horrific photo session on Julie’s phone. Amy was fascinate by the huge Oled flexible screen, which was displaying an indecent number of pixels.

“How much cost this phone? »

« I don’t know. Believe it or not, I get it by amateur modelling hobby. »

« Are kidding? »

« No! On website like Amazon I created a wishlist and my devotees just have to pop out there credit card to send me an offering, without knowing my address! »

« And you got many people who pay?”

« Just watch, sweety.”

Julie rose to take a bunch of  cardboard boxes. That was all the Julie’s fan gifts: clothing, footwears, high tech devices, all unaffordable for a nineteen year old high school girl.

“That’s … so cool! Your a lucky girl!” said Amy.

“And last, but not least: DRUGS!”

Julie launched on the table a hundred something grams bag of smelly weed.

“FUCK! That’s stuff doesn’t come  from Amazon! »

« You right, my dear, it’s come from SilkRoad, the biggest illegal market place on the Internet! »

« I heard about it, but I never try. »

« And you’re so wrong, ‘cause it’s definitely worth it! Just try. »

« Yeah!” replied Amy.

The physical effort mixed with the semi-strangulation she experimented few minutes ago gave to Julie the feeling of living in a sweet moss bubble. “I Feel really strange. Like dizzy. It’s quite pleasant.” said Julie, lighting her joint.

“Have you ever heard about erotic strangulation? In the middle age, people thought this kind of deadly pleasure was growing a magical plant call mandrake under the gallows.” whispered Amy.

“You’re twisted. I am sure you will like the site where I post my photos!”

Julie gave the joint to Amy, turned-on her laptop, showing a dark web page, filled with words mixing english, cyrillic alphabet and Internet secret languages.

“Look all these images and all these texts! There is all we can dream: pirate files, suicide advice, hate speech, strange fetish discussions and even drug dealing! It the zenith of the free Internet: no taboo, no limit, no borders!” Julie was over existed, expressing for the first time her obsession in the meat space, the real world where live the flesh and blood persons.

The home page of the site was displaying the last topics created by the anonymous users. At the top of the page, the emblem of the site was seating over all this list of twisted and barely understandable threads. That was a winged creature, with a strong human body and a bull’s head.

The mysterious figure piqued amy’s curiosity. She tried to click on the monster to know more, but the link was just opening a page displaying a bigger picture. “Yeah, I already click on it, but there’s nothing, only an empty page.”

“Wait!” said Amy.

Amy made a right click to see the code of the page. And there was something. The page was not a simple image, but a big upload button. Not only that, a message was hidden in the source code.


My name is Moloch. Feed Me With a Sacrifice.


Whoever has left this message, he wanted to be sure than only a person with technical skills could read it.

“What does he mean by feed me?” asked Julie?

“I think he mean upload a file.”

“Try with the photos with just took!”

Julie chose one  photo, and slided it to the Moloch image. Moloch opened his mouth, eated the photo, but nothing happened.

“Maybe it’s just an image uploader like this” said Julie.

“I don’t believe it. I am pretty sure this page has a reason to be here. There is always a backdoor this kind of barely legal website, allowing only a very small ring of clever users to enter.”

Amy opened a new tab in the browser, typing the wikipedia address.

“If we want to enter, may be we should try to grab more information on the Moloch name. It doesn’t sound like random name.“

Baal Moloch was a pagan divinity, a god worshipped by the Phoenicians and Canaanites. Moloch had associations with a particular kind of propitiatory child sacrifice by parents. Moloch figures in the Book of Deuteronomy and in the Book of Leviticus as a form of idolatry.

“He used to eat young childs.” noticed Julie

“Get me the computer, I got an idea. Give me the joint and the computer.”

Julie went to the file browser, reaching a folder of his haunt’s new born’s photographies.

Before launching her little cousin’s picture in the Moloch’s mouths, Julie was hitten by the feeling of making  a really bad thing. But she wiped out this thought. Fuck this, it’s just a picture. And the upload of the file started. Julie took a big puff on the joint.

To be continued…

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D4rk N3t / Part I


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Monday  2 November 2016 23:30,

Julie’s room, Paris suburbs, near Saint Germain

There was a hidden place on the Internet, a place called Dark Net, a place far away of the mainstream social networks. That was the place where the black magic happens.

And Julie was crawling it . She discovered one of these illegal servers via a mysterious comment on her personal blog. She was discovering words she never heard about: Party v&, brb, 1337… But after one hour this vocabulary started to make sense. Diplomatics leaks, porn ban by the new european laws, scarification arts, all the these stuff were so exciting, especially when you are 19 years old.

All the anonymous users were part of massive thing without name. Or no. Because there was a name to this monstrous network: it was the MoloChan, chan being the diminutive for discussion channel. And she wanted to be a part of it. She scrolled the forum, looking for a thread she could contribute. She did’t know any good torrent websites and most of request were using crypted language. But she soon found a thread she could contribute. The title was « Looking 4 a New Princess ». They were looking for some kind of young female geeky mascot. Apparently their last forum godess, Boxxy, had quit few weeks ago, leaving behind her a bunch of egocentric videos, photographies and over excited fans.

That was her chance. She wore her sexiest outfit, her best make-up, started her camera and made a speech in her best english, exposing her interest for darkness and satanism. She uploaded the video.

To calm her excitement,  she decided to burn a cigarette. His phone vibrated but she didn’t notice: replies started, asking for MOAR.


Monday  2 November 2016 23:50,

Amy’s room, few blocks away.

Amy was trying to phone Julie but she wasn’t responding. That’s always the issue with people you love: they are very hard to contact.

Amy passed her week-end to code and moderate her personal forum, driven by her passion for virtual technologies and the darkness she could find in each human mind. Run an anonymous forum was a kind of psychological experiment. Even being the admin of the forum, you can say the most dirty and evil things, without been caught, using an anonymous user name.

It’s the same occult fascination that was driving her friendship with Julie. She decided to stop coding. She left her laptop, take off her glasses, lay on her bed, disposed a pillow between her legs and started daydreaming.

She is in Amy class room. The class is empty, expect Julie, bound and gagged with duct tape, trying to escape. She is Amy property now. For eternity. And that is just a start.

 To be continued…


Say hello to Julie, a dark looking girl and the smart and punky Amy, two nerds searching a better future in the virtual world. But cyberspace can be a very dark forest, filled with wolves, patiently waiting a prey.

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