your friendly unsolicited reminder that there is only one developer behind the hit game Webfishing, and they’ve made it clear they’re already aware of the exploit issues and griefers attacking servers.

No update to this issue has been posted yet, but it has been made clear that it’s being addressed.

sources have indicated that a troll group claiming to be part of “Project Furfall” have released a data leak from both Fur Affinity and e621, composed largely of emails and passwords. further analysis of the leaks shows that quite a bit of this information is likely from older, previous leaks.

no, i have no idea why i made this

just because fursoña

📸 Marriott Marquis Atlanta - FWA2023

Cioppino from the birthday dinner last night. 🥴

Seeing several people reporting this morning that Webfishing has a vulnerability that’s being exploited by a bad actor known as “the Grincher”.

Based on reports I’ve seen so far, this person has allegedly figured out how to enter lobbies even if made private. The person then sends a block of spam in-game mail to the players in the lobby that contains an alleged HTML payload that executes when opened. This allows the “Grincher” to acquire client IP addresses and (potentially, based on reports) bruteforce login attempts to the user’s Steam account to lock it out.

Most users who are reporting issues are either streamers/v-tubers or adjacent to streamers/v-tubers who have been streaming the game recently on Twitch and related platforms.

The developer, @westthewerst, has stated (as of 8:30 AM EST today) that they are well aware of the letter/mail crashing issue and the issue of others joining code-protected (private) lobbies. They announced an upcoming patch that pledges to resolve the issues at hand. West is also seeking any proof of IP stealing/spoofing that has resulted from the exploits, as no concrete proof has been offered as of this writing.

tl;dr - Webfishing has a few bugs that need to be patched before the game is truly “safe” to play online with others, but those fixes appear to be in the works.

Shakespeare Tavern is a lovely dinner theater venue in downtown Atlanta with an incredibly welcoming staff and a lot of great drinks. Through the large wooden arched doors at the street, it’s just a short trip downstairs to the box office. There’s even a chairlift installed for those who may need it. (There are no elevators in the building.) Immediately off the Box Office are the lobby bar and gift shop, each open from the moment the upstairs doors are opened.

Tickets are relatively affordable, though that just gets you in the door. Everything else to accompany your play experience - dinner, drinks, dessert, more drinks… - is extra. The especially refined can even reserve exclusive luxe packages that ensure an up-close-and-personal experience with the night’s show.

The bar offers the standard range of beer and wine, along with crafted cocktails themed to match the evening’s show. Prices are typical of other bars nearby. Everyone hanging around when we got there was friendly and eager to chat about the place and the show. Nearer the theater entrance, there’s a comfy lounge-style area set up for hanging out while waiting to be seated.

Parties are called back to be seated by order of arrival, and are given either a red or black poker chip when arriving to indicate their group and place in line. Those with the more expensive packages are seated first.

The kitchen is open from the beginning of seating, which is usually a good 75 minutes before the show starts. We had plenty of time to get food and seats and have our fill before the play. I had the shepherd’s pie, which was more than I was expecting, and very filling.

We ordered tickets too late to get floor seats, so wound up sitting in the theater’s balcony, which is first-come-first-serve with no assigned seating. This caused a slight bit of chaos as our tipped-up seats were evidently not enough to indicate they were claimed, and someone else was sitting in our spot when we returned from getting food. One short relocation to the opposite end of the balcony had us seated (somewhat) comfortably.

On my visit, the show was Dracula: The Failings of Men - an adapatation of Bram Stoker’s novel, Dracula. The numerous warnings and advisories before the show started warned us of the heavy usage of strobe lights, fog and haze, prop weapons (gunfire), and blood (and quite a bit of that). The program notes also mention elements of aerial dance, which did have one big feature in each of the play’s two acts.

Runtime-wise, the entire experience runs just shy of 4 hours, with pre-show drinks, dinner, and a 15-minute intermission between acts included.

In all, the show was good. Lots and lots of blood, as promised. Quite a few unexpectedly humorous moments that I loved. Renfield and Lucy were definitely favorites from the night. I kind of wonder where Mina was, though? I get that Lucy’s writing letters to her at the beginning of the play, but that’s all we get? Van Helsing, fine - slaying vampires and the patriarchy simultaneously is definitely commendable. It just felt kind of like…half a story? Still a great evening out, and an adventure I hadn’t had before. I’d go again to see an actual Shakespeare play.

if there’s anyone out there who can make sense of Grotesquerie for me, please be my guest

like Ryan, the fuck you goin with this shit

I do like this stage

Shakespeare Tavern has a lot of charm

currently debating whether the poker chip we were given is black or white

while enjoying some of the lobby bar scenery

time for some #Dracula

for reference, my micro.blog site is micro.pax.dog

i rediscovered it and it seems to be a great little spot for saving my stuff

plus it lets you do mini-podcasts

so,

micro.blog lets me cross post to both Mastodon and Bluesky at the same time

i might’ve found a good solution for bridging the gap 🤔

guhh. another day of work ended

tension lingers like cheap cigarette smoke, refusing to settle and coming back with a vengeance at the slightest provocation

one can only stare at spreadsheets for so long before the grid lines start to appear before your resting eyes

hiding under blankets as the precious few moments of solitude tick away, despite me

It’s day 10 and I’m still employed.

if i were more certain that I had enough money in the bank to ride out the time between now and Labor Day

i’d quit tomorrow, lol

In which I set the scene for the days to come.