Where projects live, die, and occasionally rise again!
"Doomed to die under the weight of its own ambition."
What starts as a humble Bootstrap site will soon face the inevitable: a rewrite in Golang. With dreams of a fully integrated backend, modular frontend, and interactive features, it will grow beyond reason. As scope creep sets in, the project will collapse under its own weight, joining its brethren in the ever-growing morgue of overengineered ideas. May it rest in peace—or at least in Git branches.
As a morgue, our business thrives on the number of projects we can kill. The more times we can declare a project dead, the better our bottom line. Unfortunately, resurrections are both rare and notoriously difficult—and honestly, we don't like doing difficult things. So, for now, this section remains as lifeless as the projects it represents.
"An idea so good it never left the drawing board."
This ambitious project sought to bring HackTheBox-style VM management to Proxmox. Golang would handle the APIs, SSO would grant permissions, and everything would shut itself down responsibly. But after some template code and lofty dreams, it was aborted. Perhaps someday, another brave soul will dare to prox themselves. Until then, it rests in our hearts and Git repos.
"A character too ambitious for its own codebase."
Born in PHP, grew up in Python, and passed away in the planning stages of a Golang-powered future. Code Cone aimed to revolutionize the world of barcode-fed tomogachis, but it fell victim to feature creep. From barcodes to NFC cards to SSIDs, its diet grew faster than we could feed it. Godot was chosen as its playground, but alas, the cone never made it to the stage. RIP, little buddy—you scanned too close to the sun.
"Prompted for greatness, but stalled at the finish line."
A competition of secure prompts and creative break-ins, LLM CTF aimed to be a groundbreaking experiment. We integrated OAuth2, linked it to our SSO, and swapped OpenAI for Ollama to save costs. Just as we hit cruising altitude, the project vanished into the void—much like a poorly crafted prompt. May its remnants inspire future mischief.