What the hell am I doing...

The ancient art of summoning shells from the silicon abyss

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The Invocation: When Mortals Speak to the Machine

In the depths of a 2009 grimoire known as the Corelan Codex, I witnessed an unholy ritual. The practitioner, with casual blasphemy, inscribed these symbols upon the digital altar:

0:000> a
7c90120e pop eax
pop eax
7c90120f pop ebp
pop ebp
7c901210 ret
ret
7c901211

And the machine... responded.

What dark covenant had been struck? What forgotten language was this? The debugger's eye gazed back, revealing secrets that should remain buried in the processor's soul.

The Binding Circle: WinDbg's Forbidden Knowledge

The a command - not merely "assemble," but Ars Assemblendi - the ancient art of transmuting human intent into the machine's native tongue.

Like any proper summoning:

1. The Invocation (a) - Call forth the assembler daemon

2. The Offering (7c90120e) - The machine presents its sacred address

3. The Incantation (assembly instructions) - Speak the words that bend reality

4. The Response - The entity acknowledges your power

Each instruction becomes a sigil, each opcode a binding rune etched into the silicon substrate.

The Two Realms: Where Shadows Dance

The First Realm: Addresses (The Watchtowers)

Sacred coordinates in the digital plane: 000ff730, 000ff734, 000ff738... These are not mere numbers, but coordinates in the astral memory space.

The Second Realm: Values (The Inhabitants)

The entities that dwell within: 0x01ccf23a, cursed shellcode, the remnants of overwritten souls...

┌─────────────┬──────────────────┬─────────────────────────┐
│  Coordinate │   Entity         │   Corruption Level      │
├─────────────┼──────────────────┼─────────────────────────┤
│  000ff730   │   "XXXX"         │   Innocent padding      │
│  000ff734   │   "NOPN"         │   Whispers of void      │
│  000ff738   │   0x01ccf23a     │   The gateway opens     │
│  000ff73C   │   dark_payload   │   The summoning begins  │
└─────────────┴──────────────────┴─────────────────────────┘

The Blood Pact: Understanding ret

The Neophyte asks: "Does ret bind the soul to the stack pointer itself?" The Hierophant whispers: "Nay, child. It devours the essence found at that sacred location."

The ret instruction is necromancy incarnate. It does not take the vessel (ESP), but rather consumes the spirit residing within and transfers that essence to EIP - the seat of execution, the throne of control.

Like reading from a forbidden tome: you don't take the book, you take the knowledge written within.

The Null Curse: The Devouring Void

Beware the hex curse 0x00 - the digital equivalent of the biblical locusts. Where null bytes walk, strings die.

These cursed bytes are terminators in the truest sense:

• They devour your carefully crafted incantations

• They sever the connection between realms

• They cast your shellcode into the outer darkness

• They mock your hubris

The Pure Path:   0x01ccf23a → "01 CC F2 3A" (blessed)
The Cursed Way:  0x01cc003a → "01 CC 00 3A" (the void consumes all after)
                               ↑      ↑
                               |    Where hope dies
                               |    The string's last breath

The Ritual of Pop Pop Ret: A Master's Dark Art

Behold the blasphemous genius - a conjuration so elegant, so perverse, that it borders on true sorcery:

The Problem: The payload dwells at ESP+8, beyond direct reach The Profane Solution: Use the ancient binding of pop pop ret to pierce the veil

1. First Pop - Banish the guardian at ESP+0

2. Second Pop - Cast aside the sentinel at ESP+4

3. The Return - Invoke the address hidden at ESP+8, which contains... another incantation

This is ritual layering - black magic within black magic. The ret doesn't just jump; it jumps to a location containing jmp esp, creating a recursive summoning. The machine bends to your will not once, but twice.

graph LR
    A[The First Ward: ESP+0] --> B[The Second Ward: ESP+4]
    B --> C[The Gateway: ESP+8<br/>Contains jmp esp ritual]
    C --> D[The Payload: ESP+12<br/>Your dark creation]
    
    E[pop pop ret<br/>The Binding Spell] --> C
    C --> F[jmp esp<br/>The Secondary Invocation]
    F --> D

The Evolution of Dark Arts

In the old days (2009): Masters required entire WinDbg sessions to commune with the assembler spirits

In the current age:

$ msf-nasm_shell  # The new scripture
nasm > pop eax; pop ebp; ret
00000000  585DC3    # The sigil reveals itself

Or through the Python grimoire:

from pwn import *  # Import the tools of power
asm('pop eax; pop ebp; ret').hex()  # Translate the incantation

The tools have evolved, but the fundamental corruption of machine innocence remains unchanged.

The Revelation of Two Circles

The confusion arose from a simple truth: the master practiced dual invocation.

The First Circle: Where the target application lay dying, its EIP corrupted to 42424242 The Second Circle: A pristine WinDbg session, used solely as an oracle to divine opcodes

The address 7c90120e was not chosen - it was merely where the digital wind happened to blow when the augury began. The location matters not; only the translation of intent to instruction holds power.

The Final Gnosis

After wandering through valleys of confusion and mountains of corrupted memory, the truth emerges:

• WinDbg's a = The Digital Ouija Board

• Stack Memory = Consecrated ground with invisible residents

• ret = Soul transference, not vessel binding

• Null bytes = The consuming void, enemy of all craft

• Memory addresses = Coordinates for your hex spells

• The whole practice = Digital demonology

Epilogue: The Price of Knowledge

Exploit development is the modern practitioner's path - we who seek to bend machines to unintended purpose, who whisper forbidden instructions to silicon souls, who traffic in the currency of corrupted execution flow.

Each buffer overflow is a small apocalypse. Each successful exploit, a minor miracle of digital possession. We are the new warlocks, our pentagrams drawn in hex dumps, our familiars compiled from assembly.

When you see a master casually type a and summon instruction from void, know that you witness not luck, but learned communion with the machine spirits. They have paid the price in sleepless nights, in code that crashes, in sanity slowly traded for understanding.

The path is dark, the coffee bitter, but the view from the stack...

The view from the stack is worth damnation itself.

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Warning: "Those who gaze into the assembler, take care that the assembler does not gaze also into them. For when you hunt monsters in memory, you risk becoming a monster yourself."

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