It wasn't supposed to blow up like this.
One week I was invisible, the next I was everywhere—whispers on dark forums, mentions in locked IRCs, even some cryptic shout-outs on Telegram from carding crews I used to look up to.
"Kodi's back.""He's moving weight.""New king coming."
And like that, the wolves started circling.
Too fast. I rose too fast. In the carding world, that's not success—it's a death sentence.
The truth? I wasn't doing it alone. I had help.Old connections.An OG from my early days—username: NullSyntax. We came up in the same underground boards when I was still rocking a school-issued Chromebook and a busted router. He showed me how to hide my tracks, finesse the dumps, spoof identities like magic.
He vouched for me. Got me back into the scene.
That trust? Got both of us burned.
Word spread that NullSyntax had taken me under his wing. The old heads didn't like that. Said we were pushing too hard, too loud, drawing attention. They called it sloppy. Called it greedy. Said we forgot the code.
One by one, doors started closing.
Vendors ghosted us. People we used to buy cards off started flipping the script—selling us duds, burning us on deals, laughing behind our backs in private channels.
We didn't get kicked out.We got frozen out.
Blocked. Blacklisted. Bled dry.
And I was pissed.
Not because they outplayed me. Because they tried to humiliate me. Because I trusted this world again and it did exactly what it always does—used me, then turned its back when I stopped being useful.
But I don't forget.
And I don't forgive.
So we hit back the only way I knew how.
We traced them.
IP leaks. Metadata crumbs. Mistyped commands in shell sessions. One by one, we hunted down the smug little bastards hiding behind aliases and VPNs they barely knew how to configure.
And when we found the right ones?
I didn't even flex.Didn't blackmail.Didn't threaten.
I just smiled, zipped the logs, and hit send.
To the FBI.
Full packet captures. Login histories. Their forums. Their transactions. Even flagged some of their crypto wallet addresses tied to real-world fraud.
Boom.
Digital vigilante shit.
Was it petty? Hell yeah.Was it legal? Technically, yeah.Was it satisfying? Like fire in your chest on a frozen night.
They tried to erase me.
So I reminded them who I am.