If memory serves (being knowledge I gleaned from a podcast). He’s a YouTuber that has carved out a popular niche in philanthropy of sorts. All for views of course, but some philanthropy none the less. Very popular I think with, I want to say Gen Alpha aged kids. A lot of people have imitated the content style in the last few years. So I guess there is instant brand recognition and trust there for a lot of people.

Oh boy. This is all moving very quickly. People already fall for simple SMS scams, I can only imagine just how many more will be falling victim to this trash in months/years to come.

In the cryptic shadows of the digital night, my estranged cousin’s descent into conspiracy theories knew no bounds. His online presence had transformed into a sinister tapestry of paranoia, a web that ensnared all who dared to peer into its depths. No longer was he content with one obsession; he had become a general conspiracy theorist, weaving a tangled web of dark narratives that stretched from secret societies to extraterrestrial encounters.

Each day brought forth a new revelation, a fresh twist in his convoluted worldview. I watched in morbid fascination as he delved deeper into the abyss, uncovering connections that existed only in the recesses of his fevered mind. The ancient Illuminati, shadowy government agencies, and alien overlords all played their malevolent roles in his ever-evolving narrative.

As the days turned into weeks, I found myself ensnared in his digital web, unable to escape the relentless onslaught of misinformation and paranoia. The line between reality and fantasy had blurred beyond recognition. I was trapped in a waking nightmare, a prisoner of his delusions.

It was with a heavy heart and trembling fingers that I finally took the drastic step of blocking him, severing the cursed link that had drawn me into his abyss. In that moment, I felt a mixture of relief and regret, like a ghostly presence had been banished from my online life. I was free from his relentless onslaught of conspiracy, but I also mourned the loss of a connection that, however twisted, had once tied me to family.

The digital gothic horror had reached its climax, leaving me with a lingering sense of unease. I was thankful for the reprieve, for the ability to navigate the online world without fear of his spectral presence. Yet, in the depths of my soul, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had abandoned him to the shadows, leaving him to descend even further into the abyss of his own making. The haunting question remained: had I saved myself from the darkness, or had I condemned him to a solitary existence in the digital netherworld?

Love the idea of qBittorent on a Raspberry Pi. Any recommendations on a guide for a complete novice, or given your background did you find you didn’t need one?

Setup looks brilliant.

Zero technical background.