So like, have we gotten confirmation from Bort that these types of exploits have been 100% corrected and are no longer possible? I'd just like to know so I can finally bail knowing my dots will never be relevant again if not. 
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Even crappy dots can be relevant in AA. I'll never have a pro dot and still enjoy the game.
Edited by coachingubigr on Jan 5, 2026 17:01:29
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Originally posted by Ravenwood
I miss your pre-season rankings, Pwned. They were a great addition to the game.
https://glb.warriorgeneral.com/game/forum_thread.pl?thread_id=5336959
Wasn't here for all of them, but have seen them referenced! Any time an agent goes above and beyond to add extra content it helps the agents and the game as a whole!
You also have more information for a 2 part special for your next story now!
I miss your pre-season rankings, Pwned. They were a great addition to the game.
https://glb.warriorgeneral.com/game/forum_thread.pl?thread_id=5336959
Wasn't here for all of them, but have seen them referenced! Any time an agent goes above and beyond to add extra content it helps the agents and the game as a whole!
You also have more information for a 2 part special for your next story now!
Edited by jcross on Jan 5, 2026 17:01:39
Originally posted by coachingubigr
y'all should screen shot that right now before spider deletes it lol
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y'all should screen shot that right now before spider deletes it lol
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Originally posted by r0x0rs
Seeing the screenshot makes me think of all people people we lost like old Mauler, Creek, Venom etc.
All the people that enjoyed this beautiful game and basically looked at GLB as a source of positivity in RL while facing immense challenges like battling cancer, family tragedies and other things....You and your little possay basically pissed on anything this game provided to all the people in need of positivity...sucking out every bit of joy and every last bit of positivity with proactively manipulating the outcome.
So, may every bit of positivity you guys sucked out of this game be returned to you guys karma wise when you are in dire need of positivity. And when you guys struggle in life, with losing loved ones, facing life changing battles, just think about an exploit how to cheat RL an everything shall be fine.
So, have a good life and don't let the door hit you guys on the way out you little cowards.
Seeing the screenshot makes me think of all people people we lost like old Mauler, Creek, Venom etc.
All the people that enjoyed this beautiful game and basically looked at GLB as a source of positivity in RL while facing immense challenges like battling cancer, family tragedies and other things....You and your little possay basically pissed on anything this game provided to all the people in need of positivity...sucking out every bit of joy and every last bit of positivity with proactively manipulating the outcome.
So, may every bit of positivity you guys sucked out of this game be returned to you guys karma wise when you are in dire need of positivity. And when you guys struggle in life, with losing loved ones, facing life changing battles, just think about an exploit how to cheat RL an everything shall be fine.
So, have a good life and don't let the door hit you guys on the way out you little cowards.
OXPUKE
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Wow people are still alive in this game and using the forum. I still remember when GLB and team forums was male social media. Way B4 all this other social media BS. guess I'm just old. I still remember when water was free and U had to pay for porn! Long live Facial Book.
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Originally posted by Kurt Davey
I miss all the good screen shots.
You didn't miss anything.
Originally posted by Tomcic
Seeing the screenshot makes me think of all people people we lost like old Mauler, Creek, Venom etc.
All the people that enjoyed this beautiful game and basically looked at GLB as a source of positivity in RL while facing immense challenges like battling cancer, family tragedies and other things....You and your little possay basically pissed on anything this game provided to all the people in need of positivity...sucking out every bit of joy and every last bit of positivity with proactively manipulating the outcome.
So, may every bit of positivity you guys sucked out of this game be returned to you guys karma wise when you are in dire need of positivity. And when you guys struggle in life, with losing loved ones, facing life changing battles, just think about an exploit how to cheat RL an everything shall be fine.
So, have a good life and don't let the door hit you guys on the way out you little cowards.
I miss all the good screen shots.
You didn't miss anything.
Originally posted by Tomcic
Seeing the screenshot makes me think of all people people we lost like old Mauler, Creek, Venom etc.
All the people that enjoyed this beautiful game and basically looked at GLB as a source of positivity in RL while facing immense challenges like battling cancer, family tragedies and other things....You and your little possay basically pissed on anything this game provided to all the people in need of positivity...sucking out every bit of joy and every last bit of positivity with proactively manipulating the outcome.
So, may every bit of positivity you guys sucked out of this game be returned to you guys karma wise when you are in dire need of positivity. And when you guys struggle in life, with losing loved ones, facing life changing battles, just think about an exploit how to cheat RL an everything shall be fine.
So, have a good life and don't let the door hit you guys on the way out you little cowards.
Originally posted by Kurt Davey
I miss all the good screen shots.
Here the generated summary from couple days ago:
In the digital realm of GLB, a popular American football browser game, three friends—PeeJKK, Koowahn, and Pwned—were stuck in a loop. Every season, they would work tirelessly, perfecting their plays, optimizing their strategy, yet year after year, they found themselves losing in the playoffs. It was always the same story: close, but never close enough. They could almost taste the victory, but it always slipped away in the final seconds.
PeeJKK was the strategist of the group. He could break down opponents' defenses with the precision of a chess grandmaster. Koowahn was the team captain, rallying the squad and pushing them to be better. Pwned, on the other hand, was the little cheerleader of the group. He could tweak and adjust every every player and find patterns that others would miss. Yet, despite their combined talents, they just couldn't get over the hump. Every time they reached the playoffs, a crucial mistake or a freak accident would derail their run.
One evening, after yet another gut-wrenching playoff loss, they sat in their virtual locker room, frustrated and exhausted. PeeJKK slammed his fist on the desk, knocking over a few empty energy drink cans.
“This is getting ridiculous! We’ve done everything right. I know we’re better than this!”
Koowahn leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head. “Maybe we're just... not cut out for it. Like, maybe we’re never going to make it to the championship.”
Pwned stared at his screen, the glow of the game reflecting in his glasses. He wasn't listening to his friends, though. His mind was working on something else, something different. A bug had appeared on his screen while adjusting one of his younger players, a weird glitch in the system— some stats showing up as higher than they should be, some abilities behaving oddly. It was subtle, almost undetectable to the average player. But Pwned’s sharp eye didn’t miss it.
“Wait a minute,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
“What?” PeeJKK snapped, already over the loss.
Pwned didn't reply immediately. Instead, he began clicking away furiously, experimenting with the glitch. A few more clicks, a few adjustments, and the glitch was no longer just a glitch. It was an exploit.
“This... this could work,” Pwned said, his voice suddenly full of excitement.
Koowahn and PeeJKK leaned forward, eyes wide. “What do you mean?” Koowahn asked.
“We can manipulate the system,” Pwned explained, his voice a mix of awe and caution. “It's like... it's like the game is broken in certain situations. I think we can get our stats boosted or locked at a higher level. We could finally dominate the playoffs.”
The room went silent. They all knew what that meant. A chance to win. A chance to dominate. But also, a chance to get caught.
“You’re saying this could get us banned?” PeeJKK asked slowly, knowing the risk.
Pwned paused. “Yeah. But we’ve been losing for so long, guys. What’s the point of playing if we never win?”
After a moment of hesitation, PeeJKK broke the silence. “We’re doing it. We’re playing dirty.”
The next season began, and The Mob—their team name—took the field like never before. Their players seemed invincible. Every time they needed a touchdown, they got one. Every play they made worked. The glitch allowed their players to perform at levels beyond what the game ever intended. They bulldozed through the competition, leaving other teams in the dust. The playoffs were no longer a challenge; they were a formality. The Mob was unstoppable.
For the first time, PeeJKK, Koowahn, and Pwned felt like they had finally achieved something. They weren’t just good—they were dominant. Five seasons passed, and every year, The Mob crushed their opponents, racking up championship after championship. The thrill of victory was unlike anything they had ever felt before. Every game felt easy, effortless, and they didn’t have to worry about any last-second losses anymore.
But as the seasons rolled on, they began to notice something strange. Other players in the game started talking. Rumors spread. Whispers of The Mob’s unstoppable rise were everywhere. Players began to speculate. How was it possible that this team, a group of nobodies, had turned into the best in the game with no real explanation?
It didn’t take long for the game’s developers to notice, too. They had put some safeguards in place, hidden checks to prevent exactly this kind of exploit, but they had overlooked it until now. The developers launched an investigation into the Gridiron Glory leagues, checking the teams with abnormal win rates and the suspiciously consistent performances. It wasn’t long before they traced the exploit directly to The Mob.
The warning came one cold Tuesday morning. The game’s moderators posted an official announcement: “We have detected unusual activity from The Mob and have temporarily suspended the team for further investigation.”
PeeJKK, Koowahn, and Pwned stared at their screens in horror.
“They found out…” Koowahn whispered.
The Group quickly tried to cover their tracks, but it was too late. The exploit had been uncovered, and all three of them knew there was no going back. They had cheated. They had broken the game.
The developers issued their final verdict after a thorough review. The Mob was banned. Every one of their victories, every championship, every record, erased from the game. Their accounts were suspended permanently, their names tainted with the mark of dishonesty. The glory they had chased for so long was now gone.
In the end, they lost more than just their titles. They had destroyed the very thing they loved about the game—the challenge. The thrill of competition. And in the end, it wasn’t worth it.
As they sat in silence, staring at their black screens, PeeJKK spoke first.
“Well, that was a hell of a ride. Too bad it ended like this.”
Koowahn sighed. “Yeah. Guess we’ll have to earn our wins the hard way from now on.”
Pwned leaned back, his fingers tapping nervously on his desk. “Next time, we play it clean... if there is a next time.”
And so, the saga of The Mob ended—not with the triumph they had dreamed of, but with the bitter taste of a victory that wasn’t theirs to claim.
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Farewell to the cheaters, https://youtu.be/eafRE74JGZ8?si=ivptgiYd-nxJlDDc
I miss all the good screen shots.
Here the generated summary from couple days ago:
In the digital realm of GLB, a popular American football browser game, three friends—PeeJKK, Koowahn, and Pwned—were stuck in a loop. Every season, they would work tirelessly, perfecting their plays, optimizing their strategy, yet year after year, they found themselves losing in the playoffs. It was always the same story: close, but never close enough. They could almost taste the victory, but it always slipped away in the final seconds.
PeeJKK was the strategist of the group. He could break down opponents' defenses with the precision of a chess grandmaster. Koowahn was the team captain, rallying the squad and pushing them to be better. Pwned, on the other hand, was the little cheerleader of the group. He could tweak and adjust every every player and find patterns that others would miss. Yet, despite their combined talents, they just couldn't get over the hump. Every time they reached the playoffs, a crucial mistake or a freak accident would derail their run.
One evening, after yet another gut-wrenching playoff loss, they sat in their virtual locker room, frustrated and exhausted. PeeJKK slammed his fist on the desk, knocking over a few empty energy drink cans.
“This is getting ridiculous! We’ve done everything right. I know we’re better than this!”
Koowahn leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head. “Maybe we're just... not cut out for it. Like, maybe we’re never going to make it to the championship.”
Pwned stared at his screen, the glow of the game reflecting in his glasses. He wasn't listening to his friends, though. His mind was working on something else, something different. A bug had appeared on his screen while adjusting one of his younger players, a weird glitch in the system— some stats showing up as higher than they should be, some abilities behaving oddly. It was subtle, almost undetectable to the average player. But Pwned’s sharp eye didn’t miss it.
“Wait a minute,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
“What?” PeeJKK snapped, already over the loss.
Pwned didn't reply immediately. Instead, he began clicking away furiously, experimenting with the glitch. A few more clicks, a few adjustments, and the glitch was no longer just a glitch. It was an exploit.
“This... this could work,” Pwned said, his voice suddenly full of excitement.
Koowahn and PeeJKK leaned forward, eyes wide. “What do you mean?” Koowahn asked.
“We can manipulate the system,” Pwned explained, his voice a mix of awe and caution. “It's like... it's like the game is broken in certain situations. I think we can get our stats boosted or locked at a higher level. We could finally dominate the playoffs.”
The room went silent. They all knew what that meant. A chance to win. A chance to dominate. But also, a chance to get caught.
“You’re saying this could get us banned?” PeeJKK asked slowly, knowing the risk.
Pwned paused. “Yeah. But we’ve been losing for so long, guys. What’s the point of playing if we never win?”
After a moment of hesitation, PeeJKK broke the silence. “We’re doing it. We’re playing dirty.”
The next season began, and The Mob—their team name—took the field like never before. Their players seemed invincible. Every time they needed a touchdown, they got one. Every play they made worked. The glitch allowed their players to perform at levels beyond what the game ever intended. They bulldozed through the competition, leaving other teams in the dust. The playoffs were no longer a challenge; they were a formality. The Mob was unstoppable.
For the first time, PeeJKK, Koowahn, and Pwned felt like they had finally achieved something. They weren’t just good—they were dominant. Five seasons passed, and every year, The Mob crushed their opponents, racking up championship after championship. The thrill of victory was unlike anything they had ever felt before. Every game felt easy, effortless, and they didn’t have to worry about any last-second losses anymore.
But as the seasons rolled on, they began to notice something strange. Other players in the game started talking. Rumors spread. Whispers of The Mob’s unstoppable rise were everywhere. Players began to speculate. How was it possible that this team, a group of nobodies, had turned into the best in the game with no real explanation?
It didn’t take long for the game’s developers to notice, too. They had put some safeguards in place, hidden checks to prevent exactly this kind of exploit, but they had overlooked it until now. The developers launched an investigation into the Gridiron Glory leagues, checking the teams with abnormal win rates and the suspiciously consistent performances. It wasn’t long before they traced the exploit directly to The Mob.
The warning came one cold Tuesday morning. The game’s moderators posted an official announcement: “We have detected unusual activity from The Mob and have temporarily suspended the team for further investigation.”
PeeJKK, Koowahn, and Pwned stared at their screens in horror.
“They found out…” Koowahn whispered.
The Group quickly tried to cover their tracks, but it was too late. The exploit had been uncovered, and all three of them knew there was no going back. They had cheated. They had broken the game.
The developers issued their final verdict after a thorough review. The Mob was banned. Every one of their victories, every championship, every record, erased from the game. Their accounts were suspended permanently, their names tainted with the mark of dishonesty. The glory they had chased for so long was now gone.
In the end, they lost more than just their titles. They had destroyed the very thing they loved about the game—the challenge. The thrill of competition. And in the end, it wasn’t worth it.
As they sat in silence, staring at their black screens, PeeJKK spoke first.
“Well, that was a hell of a ride. Too bad it ended like this.”
Koowahn sighed. “Yeah. Guess we’ll have to earn our wins the hard way from now on.”
Pwned leaned back, his fingers tapping nervously on his desk. “Next time, we play it clean... if there is a next time.”
And so, the saga of The Mob ended—not with the triumph they had dreamed of, but with the bitter taste of a victory that wasn’t theirs to claim.
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Farewell to the cheaters, https://youtu.be/eafRE74JGZ8?si=ivptgiYd-nxJlDDc
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I take pleasure that these idiots are still lurking on this site and reading these messages and can't do shit about it. Seriously think about it. Grown mature adults brute forced a 25 year old website to cheat to win in a football simulation with no financial gain. Their lives are so unfulfilled that they still need to come here because this is all they have. Pathetic.
Originally posted by tremele
I take pleasure that these idiots are still lurking on this site and reading these messages and can't do shit about it. Seriously think about it. Grown mature adults brute forced a 25 year old website to cheat to win in a football simulation with no financial gain. Their lives are so unfulfilled that they still need to come here because this is all they have. Pathetic.
Yes indeed.
And that's why I will also publish all PJs schemes and make them available to all GLb, helping out the new agents and casual which are struggling setting up solid schemes. I only waited for one of them to post so I have the certainty that they are still around.
So PJ knows he cannot do shit about it.
I take pleasure that these idiots are still lurking on this site and reading these messages and can't do shit about it. Seriously think about it. Grown mature adults brute forced a 25 year old website to cheat to win in a football simulation with no financial gain. Their lives are so unfulfilled that they still need to come here because this is all they have. Pathetic.
Yes indeed.
And that's why I will also publish all PJs schemes and make them available to all GLb, helping out the new agents and casual which are struggling setting up solid schemes. I only waited for one of them to post so I have the certainty that they are still around.
So PJ knows he cannot do shit about it.
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