After having disassembled your wardrobe in search of wearable clothes, you put on your nicest athletic suit and wander over to the Arctic VPN™ arena to meet up with dAnkan before the ceremony begins. You wait backstage, counting down the seconds until you really need to step out, until dAnkan waddles in at the last possible moment.
“Wooh! We are the winners! We, hick-up, won over them aaAAaaAllLLllL!!!” dAnkan rambles incoherently, swaying from side to side with an empty bottle of eggnot under a wing.
“Oh for Santa’s sake… You should have taken a little input at a time!” you mutter to yourself as you take some ice cubes out of a nearby soda machine. Sneaking behind dAnkan, you carefully put the ice into their scarf.
“OH QUACK!” exclaims dAnkan as they suddenly wake up out of their stupor. “You be careful now, you hear? Just because you did a good job with the competition doesn’t mean I’m not ready to treat you to all the commands inherent to a good bashing!”
Ignoring dAnkan’s threats, you herd them out onto the field. You see all the teams lined up in front of a huge podium, one level for each team. Taking your place right above the Norwegians, you see dAnkan pull faces into the stoic face of Bjern. However, you realize something terrible. Though you barely placed over the Norwegians, the Norwegians somehow ended up dead last. Up at the top you see the Polish contestant Borzysław Winnerofski gratefully accept his gold medal. You wish quietly that someone had scripted you better; maybe you should have given that a shot?
“Høw fårtunæte før us tø meet, dÆnkan,” you hear the well-oiled voice of Skid-Åke whisper behind you. “But I’m æfraid it will be øur læst encøunter. I hæve rigged a bømb, dÆnkan, ænd when it explødes Sæntæ will gain sø much debt that he will hæve to sell øff his preciøus Nordpøl and we, the mighty Nørrbaggar, can expænd øur territøry!”
“Can I take a peek at the control device you got there?” asks dAnkan innocently.
“But øf cøurse!” replies Skid-Åke with Norwegian hospitality and passes the device to dAnkan who swiftly passes it along to you, as they whisper “Inject whatever you need to get the secret out.” Time for you to put your skills to the test and save Christmas, one final time.
To access this window, you need to make a TCP connection to lucks.djul.se:16767 and supply the password 67grischfortnite1337.
There is a (not always well working) page on this
website you can use, but if you prefer the comfort of your own terminal that is recommended!
And be warned: the web version
may not work as expected. For example if this website crashes or gets redeployed, or if the
tab is unfocused for a short while, or you are simply not blessed by dAnkan, you will be
disconnected and have to start over!
This is most easily performed by invoking the tool netcat in your terminal,
like so: nc lucks.djul.se 16767 , and then inputting the password: 67grischfortnite1337
(swap nc in the above command for the appropriate netcat tool on your system! Some
other possible names for it are ncat or netcat)
If you are using Windows, you can download netcat from
nmap.org/ncat. It
should already be installed on MacOS and most linux distros, otherwise install it
with your favourite or second favourite package manager.
Good luck!
Hint 1:"Whats a file permission????" you ask (smh). Waving the right flags may uncover some hidden truths. s-s-some bits may seem out of the ordinary, but it's all part of the plan. Man, I love writing.Hint 2:"Gah! I can't figure out how this file works, I don't have the right tools!" you complain.
"If you don't have the right tools on the inside, you could try to sneak something in from the outside," whispers dAnkan. "Just put it somewhere you're allowed to, like an existing piece of paper or something."
