The Fun Begins With A Proxy
My digging paid off and filled my head with clever possibilities, but I eventually settled on a proxy tunnel as the centerpiece of my plan — the kind of invisible tweak that would quietly nudge Daniel’s digital life off-course without a confrontation. Setting it up felt equal parts mischievous and satisfying, and I smiled imagining the tiny, baffled changes he’d notice.
The Fun Begins With A Proxy
With a few configurations and rules in place, I readied a subtle, surgical disruption: not destructive, just annoying enough to remind a freeloader that taking without asking carries consequences.
Slowing Things Down
With the proxy in place I gained fine-grained control over his traffic, so the first move was deliciously simple: throttle his bandwidth down to tortoise-speed, vintage dial-up levels that would turn every stream into a stuttering mess. I had to choke back a laugh picturing him shouting at the TV and poking at settings he didn’t understand — a small, poetic justice for all the balcony theatrics I’d endured.
Slowing Things Down
That slowdown was only the opening act, designed to rattle him and prime the stage for more elaborate annoyances.
