Discussion in 'Offtopic Discussions' started by Tentadrilus, Jul 20, 2009.
Implement a goddamn captcha so we don't get any more of these bots.
WE'RE UNDER ATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTACK RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!
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Etnies omg! o.0
We have a goddamn captcha, thanks for noticing. Theres not a whole lot a captcha will do if the bot is able to figure out the captcha.
Oh, my bad. Another forum I was on had this kind of problem, they slammed a captcha in and it stopped. Odd.
Etnies, that's a way to go! (i guess)
Need to edit the page to have some stupid random question that throws the bots. "In what year was the war of 1812?" "What color are apples?" etc. Anything that f*cks up the standardization of the form should do.
Also it'd help to track down whoever the dick is that keeps submitting our page to the bots.
Also: http://www.stopforumspam.com/forum/p377 ... 3A38#p3773
Would it be possible to code a way to randomize the order and the wording of the registration page?
Or perhaps if changes to the registration page are found to not work, some kind of subforum where you have to make, say, some kind of introductory post, then a moderator gives you rights to post on the rest of the subforums?
Most bots don't even look at the registration page, they just send the request to the server.
Manual activation of accounts is possible, however, I've already implemented the question on the registration page, so we'll see how that works out.
Ahh, quite nice, I hope the question thing does the job
Edit: I can't english goods.
Defenses are in place. Prepare yourself men (and woman), for the next wave!
i lol'd trully hard on that one
I lol'd truly hard on that one
It's funny because all those links in that fresh prince spam linked to a imageshack hosted image of Will Smith.
To begin, this is a tale of how my very existence was twisted and transformed in a most peculiar way. Please have a seat, for I wish to take a moment to relate to you the fascinating odyssey which ultimately led to my reign as the Prince of Bel-Air. I was sired and reared in West Philadelphia. As a lad, most of my time was spent at the neighborhood recreation center where I would laze about and relax in a most charming manner - that is, when I was not engaging my chums in a friendly game of basketball at the schoolhouse. Around this time, two young hooligans had begun to stage a campaign of vandalism and intimidation in my neighborhood. When my mother discovered I had had a bit of an altercation with the ruffians, she insisted I leave town at once and take up lodgings with my aunt and uncle in Bel-Air. As the taxi approached, heeding my beckoning whistle, I could discern the word "FRESH" emblazoned upon its license plate, and took particular note of the pair of plush novelty dice which hung from the rear-view mirror. I was a bit taken aback by these strange omens, but quickly put them out of my mind as I cheerfully called to the driver: "To Bel-Air, my good man!" We arrived safely in Bel-Air at dusk, and as the driver came to a stop in front of the house where I was to live, I left him with the words: "Farewell, sir. Perhaps my nostrils shall delight in your aroma once more!" To be sure, it was a long journey, and as I gazed upon my estate in all its splendor, I knew once and for all that my rightful place was on the throne - as the young scion of the great and mighty kingdom of Bel-Air!
Something found a home in my sig
Hahaha, I lol'd at that Thoth.
Oh yeah, I remember seeing that on some forum. Someone had made a TF2 version of it, too.