he's well aware that dumping the source code online could get him into legal trouble... However, that doesn't mean the source code won't end up online. Aaron isn't going to dump the source code online, but he is going to sell the SGI Indy computer on eBay.What the buyer does with it at that point is up to them, but Aaron told me over email that "as an attorney I'd advise whoever buys the systems to exercise good judgment and act within the confines of the law."
I found an encrypted archive with the Turok source code from a random pomf.space host.I know this is the archive. It's encrypted on multiple levels. I managed to crack the first level, the password was 'turok'.This revealed an aiff file for one of the enemies and a scrap of code called humvee.c.
On a grey autumn afternoon you find yourself meandering through a desolate wood. As you crest a hill through dense underbrush, you trip over a sharp stone and fall to your knees. You turn to look at it.Its ragged, white surface is unlike that of any rock you've seen. You brush away the dirt and moss around it, revealing a tapered protrusion with a base somewhere deep below ground.You wrap both hands around it and pull, but it refuses to budge. Then, you notice an inscription scratched into the surface. The weathered scrawl reads:OPEN ME AT YOUR OWN PERIL INSIDE LIE ONLY ILLS AND EVIL
Curiosity wins out against your better judgment, and you set both heelsagainst the earth and heave. With a crunch, the stone breaks free and slidesout of the ground, sending you stumbling backwards. You now realize that what you thought was a stone is really a curved sectionof bone thicker than your arm and more than a yard in length. It appears tobe the rib of some massive animal, perhaps a whale or an elephant. As you ply at the ground with your shoe, the loose dirt readily gives way. Youbegin to scrape at it with the bone, slowly at first, and then faster with growinganticipation. Could more secrets be buried beneath? The sun begins to set. As the light fades and the cool evening air lashes at yourskin, you strike something hard, the jolt reverberating through your body.Scraping aside more dirt and pebbles, you see a rusted steel box, its latch andhinges eaten away by the elements. You remove the lid and find a moldy leatherbound journal inside. Written in faded ink on the first page, barely visible in theglimmer of moonlight, are the words: SOME GIFTS ARE CHAOS IN DISGUISETHEY HARBOR AGENTS OF DEMISE
You return to the spot at daybreak with a shovel and a pickaxe. Hacking awaysteadily at the soil, you find fragments of bone, jagged incisors bigger thanyour hand, and signs that a human encampment once stood on the hillcrest:oil lamps, spools of rotted twine, and tattered rags that had once been clothing. Your pickaxe hits something solid below ground with a deep thud. Sweatingand panting, you shovel away pound after pound of dirt until the object isrevealed: a broad stone slab, like the lid of a sarcophagus. Carved into it areornate depictions of monsters with frightful faces and toothy snarls. Placing your ear against the slab, you hear what sounds like faint whispersechoing underneath. They're chanting a phrase: THE ANSWER'S WRITTEN ON THE WALLBENEATH THIS CENTRAL TRANSIT HALL
Brute forcing isn't really working out, the password is more than 10 characters alphanumeric. I'm at 11 characters with no symbols only lowercase letters and numbers.
Better answers than I would get. Only thing I got was i'm confused lol. Good luck to them. How come the post doesn't mention where he found it?
A transit hall can refer to a Train Station.