.ass noun a donkey · also yours, covered by a VPN
Something is always looking. Your IP address puts you in a region, and your browser quietly hands over its screen size, its clock and the exact set of fonts you have installed. About one browser in a few thousand matches that. You never logged in anywhere. You are identifiable anyway.
ass.com is a VPN. We never log your data. There is no record of where you went, so there is nothing here for anyone to ask us for.
Tick the box above once the number is saved, then continue.
Send the exact amount, with network fees on top. Some exchanges take their fee out of what you send, which arrives short and will not settle. This address belongs to your invoice alone.
One 8 MB file, nothing else to install. Open it, paste your number, press Connect. Windows asks for permission the first time so it can set the tunnel up.
Hidden until you ask for it, so nobody behind you reads it off the screen. Copy and save work while it stays hidden. It is issued once and we keep no way to show it to you again, so this page is the only place it appears.
Four doors we could have built. Every one of them is also a way for somebody who is not you to walk in.
The bottom row is the reason there is no bottom row. A card cannot be taken without taking everything attached to it.
A mockup of your internet provider’s monitoring screen, not a screenshot. The top half is what they see today. The button is the ass.com app.
Not a feature list. There is one plan, so this is just a description of it. The lengths only change how long it runs.
Nothing here can renew itself, because nothing here can bill you. Time runs down and then it stops.