Discord_Call_2026-01-07_0412UTC

Content warning: misogynistic language, harassment, and depictions of online cybercriminal activity.

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Recovered Audio Transcript

Discord Voice Call — 04:12 UTC

Participants: variable

Recording Source: Unknown

[DISCORD CALL CONNECTING…]

[CALL JOIN SOUND]

[STATIC]

[MIC UNMUTES]

“We need to talk about her.”

“…What, right now?”

“Yes. Right now.”

“It’s four in the fucking morning.”

“And that’s your peak hour. Don’t dodge it.”

[KEYBOARD TAPPING]

[MIC SHIFT]

Silence.

“I already told you—I’m done. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Too late. We already did it.”

“We handled it.”

“No, we didn’t.”

“Bro—”

“She’s still talking.”

“Talking where?”

“Everywhere.”

“She doesn’t know anything.”

“She imaged her disk.”

[STATIC SPIKE]

Dead air.

“…How do you know that?”

“Because she said it. Casually. Like it was nothing.”

“She’s bluffing.”

“Then why image a disk?”

[A SHARP EXHALE, TOO CLOSE TO THE MIC]

“You’re letting her get in your head.”

“No. I’m looking at the timeline.”

“The timeline doesn’t matter. She doesn’t know shit about cyber.”

“She doesn’t have to.”

“Oh my god, don’t start this.”

“She just has to know who does.”

“That’s not capability.”

“It’s worse.”

[CHAIR SCRAPES]

Someone laughs—too sharp.

“She got someone else to read the logs. That’s all.”

“BRO.”

“What?”

“If she can get people to do that for her, how does that make her less capable?”

“You’re overreacting.”

“No, you’re underestimating her.”

“She came to us to learn. We played her. She got embarrassed.”

“And then she fought back.”

“She’s emotional.”

“Stop fucking romanticizing it.”

“I’m not. I’m telling you what I see.”

[A USER IS KICKED FROM THE CALL]

[ CALL JOIN SOUND ]

“She probably got her boyfriend to do all this shit.”

“Who is her boyfriend?”

“She doesn’t have a boyfriend on her socials, but I’m just guessing, she got a guy to do it.”

[MIC CLIPS]

Another voice cuts in, irritated, louder than it needs to be.

“Why do you care this much? At the beginning of all this, you liked her. You wanted to recruit her.”

“That’s not what this is.”

“Then what is it?”

“I think she was playing dumb.”

A short laugh. Nervous.

“Oh come on.”

“Think about it. The questions. The timing. Some of it didn’t track.”

“She said ditzy shit constantly.”

“And sometimes she didn’t.”

[MIC MUTES]

Silence again. Longer this time.

[CALL JOIN SOUND]

[MIC UNMUTES]

“You think she’s the feds.”

“I think she could be adjacent.”

“If she hacked our server, she’s not the feds.”

“She didn’t hack it.”

“So what, then?”

“She fed one or two IPs. Pulled them from WireGuard logs. Handed them to some black-hat simp who wanted to play white knight.”

“…You’re serious?”

“That server didn’t just die. It got nuked.”

“Bro. That was last week.”

“I know.”

[KEYBOARD SLAM]

Typing. Fast now.

“Just scrape her Discord messages again. She always talks too much.”

“I already did.”

“And?”

“She asked me how the server you and Pizza were building was going.”

“What server?”

“The one that got tanked.”

“…You’re sure that’s not a coincidence?”

“Why would she ask that?”

“She was in that chat.”

“Exactly.”

[CALL JOIN SOUND]

[MIC FEEDBACK]

A voice in the background snaps, sharp and angry.

“OKAY—ENOUGH. STOP FUCKING BICKERING. SOMEONE DO SOMETHING ABOUT HER.”

“Dude, that is the point of this call right now, chill.”

[MIC FEEDBACK LOOP, QUICKLY MUTED]

A different voice now. Lower. Controlled.

“Everyone shut the fuck up for a second.”

[MIC MUTES ACROSS THE CALL]

Silence.

[KEYBOARD STOPS]

Someone clears their throat.

“If this turns into a real investigation,” he continues, slower,

“someone is going to get burned.”

“That’s not how this works.”

“That’s exactly how it works. They don’t take everyone. They take one.”

[A LONG PAUSE]

“Someone panics. Someone flips. Someone decides they don’t want to be the fall guy.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“No. I’m being realistic.”

[STATIC]

Silence again.

“You don’t image a disk unless you’re preparing for something.”

“Or unless someone told her to.”

[A SHARP BREATH]

“…Who would tell her that?”

No one answers.

[MIC POP]

[CALL JOIN SOUND]

A new voice cuts in. Sharp.

“Hold on. Back up.”

Silence.

“Who the fuck let her in?”

[DISCORD NOTIFICATION CHIME]

No one answers.

“I said—who let her in.”

A chair shifts. Someone clears their throat.

“…Cykro.”

A scoff.

“Of course it was.”

Another voice, already sneering:

“What did she even say her skills were?”

A pause.

“Well—she said she was a beginner.”

“A beginner at what.”

“She said she wanted to learn more about social engineering and red teaming.”

A low groan drags across the call.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“That’s not all.”

The silence tightens.

“She said she had experience in behavioral profiling and financial data analysis.”

Dead air.

“…Say that again.”

“Behavioral profiling. Financial data.”

[A CHAIR SLAMS BACK]

“And nobody thought that was a red flag?”

“She framed it like—like theory. Academic shit. Not technical.”

“She didn’t know anything at the beginning.”

“Define ‘didn’t know anything.’”

[ CALL JOIN SOUND ]

“I mean—she had her real name everywhere.”

“Her real face.”

“Photos. Personal socials. No OPSEC at all.”

Another voice snaps, irritated now.

“Then why was she even here?”

“Because she said she wanted to learn.”

“Learn what.”

“More. About SE. He just said that. Listen.”

Someone laughs—short, incredulous.

“Keyword is more, bro.”

[MIC CRACKLE]

Silence.

A voice cuts in, loud enough to clip the mic.

“Wait. Say that again.”

No one speaks.

“I said repeat what she told you her interests were.”

A pause.

“…She said she wanted to learn more about social engineering and red teaming.”

The silence is violent.

Then—

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”

[A CHAIR SLAMS]

“You invited some random girl into op channels who said social engineering?”

“She said beginner—”

“I don’t give a fuck what she said after that.”

“For all we know, everything after that was SOCIAL FUCKING ENGINEERING.”

[MIC STATIC]

Silence. No one argues.

A breath comes in hot.

“This chick is giving me a headache so bad right now.”

Another voice, colder:

“Someone really needs to deal with this bitch.”

“Yeah, Cykro needs to deal with it. That simple.”

Another scoff.

“Yeah, emphasis on simp.”

Another voice mutters, almost bored:

“Yeah. Cykro needs to deal with it. He invited her in because he thought she was dumb and hot.”

A beat.

[MIC UNMUTES]

“To be fair,” someone adds, quieter, defensive,

“she is dumb and hot.”

No one laughs.

[MIC MUTES]

Silence.

[MIC UNMUTES]

A quieter voice. Almost hesitant.

“…We didn’t recruit her though, we hacked her?”

“What?”

“Wasn’t that the original plan, to recruit her? Why did we hack her? We started this shit.”

No one answers.

[A USER IS KICKED FROM THE CALL]

Another voice scoffs.

“Because she’s a lunatic.”

“Because it’s always drama with women.”

“She overreacted.”

“She screenshotted everything.”

“She reported it.”

“Exactly. Every time.”

“She didn’t even get her hands dirty.”

“That’s the problem.”

[A LONG PAUSE]

“So what now?”

“We clean everything. Rotate creds. Kill the channels she named.”

“How many did she name?”

“Four.”

“Four?”

“That’s like two thousand people.”

“Jesus Christ, dude… that is… not even— is that even fixable?

FUCK.”

“No more women. Ever. This shit is always unnecessary drama.”

“She was a bad pick.”

“We should’ve filtered her out earlier.”

“Every time it’s the same. Emotions. Paranoia. Reports.”

“She just got lucky.”

Yeah.

“She just got lucky.”

[MIC FEEDBACK]

Another pause. Someone exhales, shaky.

“We still gotta fix this shit. Now.”

“And her?”

“Block her.”

“And if she keeps talking?”

[A USER IS KICKED FROM THE CALL]

[A LONG SILENCE]

“This is why women need to stay out of tech and go back to the kitchen.”

Silence.

Then, quieter:

“—and even then, someone still fucked this up.”

“She got lucky.”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, well. Fuck this. We are all wasting time now. Everyone go clean all your shit. Kill the channels. Everyone block her. And don’t fucking call me or Canna or Johnny about this shit again.”

[CALL END SOUND]