How to Navigate the Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy Rulebook (or any large PDF) More Efficiently
It came to my attention that possibly a lot of the people who don’t know that there’s an easier way to navigate the Eureka rulebook PDF than just scrolling.
This will probably help many of you who have woes about the page count (even though I must also remind everyone that the Eureka rulebook is shorter than every WotC edition of D&D by word count. The page count just looks higher because we use big font.)
If you are using Foxit PDF Reader, click here.
It will open up a table of contents on the side that you can quickly and easily use to jump around and make navigating the rulebook a lot faster.
If you’re using Firefox to open the PDF, click here.
Then click here
This will do the same thing and open up the table of contents on the side. I have never come across a PDF reader that didn't have some feature similar to this although it might not always be in the same spot.
I am So Fucking Pissed I'm resorting to this, but if it means protecting my damn privacy, I'll make the fucking machine eat its own tail like the ouro-fucking-boros.
Click Read More for instructions on bypassing the google age requirement.
INSTRUCTIONS
So, if and when you get the age verification bullshit from google and youtube, DO NOT FUCKING GIVE YOUR ID/EMAIL/CREDIT CARD/WHATEVER. Use thispersondoesnotexist or this-person-does-not-exist to generate an older person (age requirements differ for different regions, but the USA is 18+ requirement, so choose someone OBVIOUSLY over 18). The first website is a refresh-to-generate site, while the second one allows you to input specifications such as age, gender, ethnicity (just pick white...), etc.
When the age verification notification pops up, follow the below instructions. For those who ignored it/can't find it, go to this help page and scroll down to "Verify you’re old enough to manage your account", you will see a link to "verify your age" (image below)
BEFORE MOVING TO STEP THREE: THERE IS SPECIFIC REQUIREMENTS FOR YOUR GENERATED SELFIE
Must face camera,
No glasses,
BRIGHT ROOM. I cannot stress this enough, open ALL blinds, get artificial light, otherwise you get the "too dim" message. This is the trickiest part of the selfie bypass method.
You will only be allowed to use the front facing camera of your phone, so get in position to point your phone cam parallel to the image on your computer or tablet screen, and make sure YOU are able see if it's working/if you need to adjust.
"person" must look VERY OBVIOUSLY 18+.
Ideally choose a generated image of an elderly person, or a male with an obvious beard.
SAVE/CAPTURE MORE THAN ONE IMAGE AS BACKUPS.
For the website that allows you to set parameters, you will need to take a screenshot via the app on your computer. The site blocks right click screenshoting and it will have a watermark unless you pay for a nonwater mark version.
2. Select "take a selfie" for your method of verification. DO NOT SELECT ANYTHING ELSE. Verifying via your email might seem like a safe route, but it still allows Google to see EVERY website you ever visit, what you do on that website, and collect passwords, usernames, and other information.
3. Agree/continue with this method, and you will get a QR code that you'll need to scan via your phone camera. Follow the link after scanning.
4. Allow the site to use your camera (NOTE: I had to exit and re-scan the QR code due to a slight glitch, but the second scan worked just fine).
YOU WILL ONLY BE ALLOWED TO USE YOUR FRONT-FACING CAMERA FOR THIS.
5. Get your image in the scanning circle. The circle's border will gradually turn green as it scans and verifies. KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE PROMPTS ABOVE THE CIRCLE. These prompts could be urging you to center the face in the circle, say it's too dime, ask you to face the camera, or to remove glasses.
6. Continue trying numerous images or those getting very close to completion. It can take a while, and you MUST be in a brightly lit area, for the love of god. Keep trying. You will likely get a page that say it can't verify your age, but click "retry" and KEEP. TRYING.
7. When the image is successfully captured, you're golden! No more age verification bullshit from google. Close out the tab on your phone, and on your computer. Don't worry about the page on the computer staying on the QR code page, it doesn't change when age is verified, but it worked.
This will be the ONLY FUCKING TIME I will ever use genai, and against itself to boot. Fucking make it eat its own tail.
WHAT HAPPENS IF I DON'T VERIFY AGE?
Not doing all this makes google assume you're under age and you are locked into "safe browsing" mode, which impacts websites you visit, websites you can see when searching (aka excluding mature/percieved as mature websites from your search), and what youtube shows you. I'm not joking.
You can find similar instructions via Reddit (which is where I found this, but no step by step instructions).
Description – Vox finds a dangerous attraction to his tech support.
A/N – I just had this in my head since I saw episode 4 of S2. So, now I have to thank @kirax-the-lazy-girl who inspired me to finish this after reblogging two fics with comments for other users which is AMAZING.
I also must thank my irl friend @frostsmilesexual since I asked her for a line for this fic and she came up with like the best line. I mean, I may have written over 2000 words, but she wrote ONE WHOLE SENTENCE, so frankly, she may as well have written this whole fic. Here’s to you my dude, we wouldn’t be here had we not been talking about kinks and shit.
Warnings – Verges on Yandere / Non-con.
Rating – T
“I WANT THAT TWINK OBLITERATED,” Vox roared, throwing a vase at the nearest employee.
“Yeah, Vox, we know, you’ve been sayin’ it since he returned,” Velvette rolled her eyes, tearing her attention away from her phone to glare at him.
“C’mon baby,” Valentino bent over Vox, sensually grabbing his shoulders, and trailing his hands down his neck. “Wouldn’t you rather get all up in this than down with that hot mess?”
“Hot? Really? Look at that fuck-ass bob,” Velvette lifted an image from her phone to the air around them, showing Alastor, blurred though the depiction was. “Monks wouldn’t be caught dead with hair like that. It’s medieval hair fuckery!”
Valentino opened his mouth to retort, but Vox pulled away from him, screaming his tirade against the Radio Demon.
“I DON’T CARE WHAT IT TAKES. I WANT SPIES, I WANT THUGS, I WANT EVERY LOWLIFE IN THIS FUCKING HELL-HOLE ON HIS TAIL! I WANT IT SO THE RADIO DEMON CAN’T TAKE TWO SHI-”
A hideous dial-up sound filled the room as Vox froze, his face-screen turning blue while displaying an error message.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Velvette lamented, “someone call tech support. This prick’s blown a gasket again.”
Valentino dragged a hand down his face, exasperated, catching Vox before he fell with his other three arms, “Por el amor de Dios, when I said I wanted to bed him, I didn’t mean I wanted to take him to bed. Ay, even when I’m not having sex, I’m still getting fucked.”
Vox awoke, lying on his stomach, with a familiar weight on his back as you straddled him, leaning down so you could rewire the circuitry in his head.
‘Ugh, tech support,’ Vox thought sluggishly.
He didn’t care much for you, but like other Sinners sometimes needed doctors, he needed you when he blew his top like that. He could still come back online in his own time, but you helped cool his systems while preventing any nasty lingering side effects of losing his temper.
“Don’t move,” You warned him, feeling him shift when he woke up.
“I wasn’t gonna,” He shot back, annoyed to be told off.
The first few times you repaired Vox, he’d thrown you off, but now he was used to your weight pressed against him. After all, you were the only person in all of Hell he trusted for this job; the one Sinner on payroll he wouldn’t harm, outside of his partnership with the other Vee’s.
“Y’know, I wouldn’t ever have to throw you if you weren’t always on my back,” Vox whined.
You shook your head. Why did he always have to be so petulant?
“I have to be here to-”
“Reach the wires,” Vox finished. “Yeah, I know.”
“Yet you still complain.”
He flinched upon feeling your pliers clamp down on a wire. It didn’t hurt, but it was still sensitive. Besides, any other Sinner would use the opportunity to rip them from his cranium, incapacitating him and putting him at their mercy.
He’d been terrified that you would do that when you first started working with him around sixty years ago. Then, to spare his concern, he’d hypnotised you before every session; it wasn’t until about your twentieth visit that you admitted you were immune to his powers.
It made sense, you’d died in an electric field, giving you powers almost as magnetic as his; an electric fox demon, an anomalous combination of nature and technology. He knew because he monitored your calls and texts, always keeping tabs on you; blackmail was a powerful weapon, and a surveillance state held the key to every mailbox.
“You’re quiet,” You said, taking care to solder the new wiring to his circuit board. “Penny for your thoughts?”
“A penny? I’m a CEO. You should charge more.”
You chuckled, and Vox shuddered as you shifted your weight against him. There was no sexual innuendo behind your movements, but it was still far too intimate.
“I’ll add it to the fee.”
“Don’t bother. My thoughts are mine alone.”
“Fair enough.”
In truth, Vox was wondering when you had become so important to him. There were a million Sinners who could do what you did, and he could control them. Yet, he couldn’t forget you. It was you who kept on top of the current trends, designing upgrades that had made him one of the most powerful Overlords in Hell. You had taken him from being a dorky, fat-headed TV set to a sleek, stylish, business model that could connect to the Net.
But you were something of a curiosity to Vox. He simultaneously loved and hated you. It was so refreshing to have someone work so intimately with him yet not obsess over him like the rest of his employees, like that lascivious Katie Killjoy, or any other member of the news crew; they were all so obsessed with power and would use Vox to get to the top, even if they were only there for a minute.
Yet it was infuriating that you weren’t fixated on him. Why? What made you so different? You should want him, love him, need him. Vox was the perfect product, along with everything his brand put out. Why were you immune to all that?
He wanted you to want him, yet craved these moments of peace when you would help him without fawning over him like he was an idol. He couldn’t have it both ways, but it wasn’t enough to have you like this.
“Alright,” You drew out the word slowly as you replaced his headboard, inserting the first screw. “We’re almost done.”
Vox balled up the pillows in his fist, the only sign of his consternation. He didn’t want you to go yet, but this had only been a short tune-up after he lost his temper. He exhaled his rage, thinking up ways he could take control of the situation.
Well, if he wanted all of you, he would have it. He didn’t need to hypnotise you. If he asked, he knew you would fall at his feet; everyone else did. It was probably only because he hadn’t made a move on you before that you thought he didn’t want you. Of course! That had to be it; you were just being polite because he was your boss.
Vox waited for you to finish, some of the tension easing.
“You’re all clear. How do you feel?” You asked, getting up and standing by the bed.
Vox got up and stretched, cracking his neck.
“Great. Better than great,” he grinned. Whatever you had done had given him a surge of energy and power; a new upgrade while he’d been resting? That had to be it.
Vox turned his attention to you. You were so attractive, standing there, practically begging him to take you.
“In fact,” He said invitingly, “this new upgrade feels sleeker. Hotter.”
“Sir?” Your tone held a hint of warning. You knew the Vee’s reputation and had made it clear from the start that you weren’t one of their playthings. Vox had always respected that before.
He continued forward, backing you against the wall, and pressing his body against yours. Forget the bed; he’d take you right there, or up against the window, down on the floor; wherever was best.
“C’mon, why not stay for some perks of the job?”
“Stop it,” You whispered.
Vox didn’t hear. He was too busy committing the taste of your neck to memory. You shuddered unpleasantly.
“Yeah, you like that, baby?” He glanced up at you, his expression becoming one of abject horror that you weren’t enjoying it.
“Take your hands off me,” You seethed, barely resisting the urge to hit him.
It wasn’t that you couldn’t fight; it was that you couldn’t fight him without dire consequence. He was an overlord, and you were a technician.
Vox was breathing heavily. You looked so vulnerable. Normally, he liked seeing people at their weakest, but not you. You looked too much like he did when he was rejected from a partnership all those years ago, as if you had been betrayed by someone you trusted.
“(Y/N) I… I’m sorry.”
You didn’t meet his eyes, staring down at the floor. Vox stepped away from you, his arms falling lamely to his sides.
“I-” He started.
“You can wire me my fee,” You said, trying to pretend nothing had happened even though the rasp in your voice betrayed you. “I’ll see you for your next tune-up in six months.”
With that, you hurried out of Vox’s room, leaving Vee-Tower as fast as you could.
Vox growled, angry at himself, the world, and you for not wanting him. His wires lashed out, destroying everything in their path. It was empty destruction. Nothing mattered when he could replace everything, which was maybe why he cared so much for you, since if he broke you, no amount of money could fix it.
It had been a few days since Vox’s social faux-pas (for lack of a better term), and you had done everything you could to put it far from your mind. You liked Vox as much as anyone could like someone who could have them killed at any moment, but you were also very concerned with self-preservation. Showing interest in him was deadly, so you were careful, making sure to keep the relationship purely professional, with some small talk sprinkled in to put him at ease when you made modifications.
It was a great business transaction, had been for nearly sixty years, but now he had chosen to pay you undue attention.
You sighed and continued tampering with an old inverter board, stripping it for parts, music casually playing in the background.
You raised your head at a knock from the door, and after waiting to see if the security feed alerted you, you grumbled and went to answer it, throwing your goggles onto the table.
Flowers.
Thousands of them blocked the door to your workshop. Expensive arrangements and elegant bouquets covered everything. You plucked a card from one. All it said was:
– Vox.
You sighed and crumpled up the card, throwing it back into the pile.
With any luck, the assortment would be stolen by late evening, saving you from cleaning it up.
Vox watched you through the security cameras while he lounged back in his office chair, several other screens and tabs surrounding him to remind him of his other tasks, ever a workaholic.
He was mildly annoyed that you didn’t accept his offering.
It was obvious you weren’t ready for a physical relationship yet. The least you could do was meet him halfway and offer yourself emotionally; was that so much to ask? He didn’t think so. Clearly, he just had to try harder until you learned that there was nobody else who could offer you what he could. With him, you’d never have to work again. All you would have to do was be at his beck and call; anyone else would consider themselves lucky to be offered that.
You glowered at the latest delivery to your house. First, it had been flowers, then a line of exotic, but deadly pets (which you had taken to a shelter out of principle), jewellery, expensive body care products, all the latest pieces of Vox Tech which had been installed when you weren’t home without your permission, event tickets, fancy foods; it was never-ending.
You recognised love-bombing, but had never expected it to be quite so overwhelming.
Now, you were in a limo to Vee-Tower at Vox’s personal invitation to his private suite.
When you arrived, you grew even more exasperated at the sight of a two-person dinner table, and a silver dining cart filled with platters of covered food, a smaller drinks cart beside it.
Vox smiled charmingly at you, wearing a white tailored suit, though his smile briefly faltered, “You’re not wearing the outfit I sent?”
He stared at your frayed overalls, then shrugged, returning to his act of guile and allure.
“No matter,” He said, pulling out a chair for you. “All that matters is that you’re here.”
You didn’t sit, instead offering him a folded letter.
He raised an eyebrow, “What’s this?”
“My resignation.”
“Resignation?” Vox’s voice crackled with static as he looked over the letter disdainfully.
People didn’t quit working for him; they were fired.
“You can’t leave,” He said incredulously.
“I can. It’s a clause in my contract. One of my conditions for providing you with any upgrades I designed over the years. That I could leave at any point with no repercussions.”
“No!” Vox growled, scrunching up the letter in his fist. “You don’t want to leave.”
“That’s true. I don’t want to leave.”
“Good, then we’re agreed. Sit down and we’ll forget this unruly nonsense.”
You shook your head, sighing, “No, Vox. I can’t stay here. Not if you keep doing this.”
“I’m sorry, doing what now?” He asked, feigning ignorance.
“Trying to make me one of your toys. It’s too much! I’m not one of your television stars, okay? So, stop treating me like one!”
You were aware that you were raising your voice and that you should probably be more careful, but enough was enough.
“You think I show everyone this kind of attention?” Vox’s voice had gotten dangerously low.
You didn’t respond.
He approached you, his wires lashing aggressively behind him. “You should be flattered that I’ve chosen you to join my empire.”
“Vox, listen to me. I have worked proudly for you since the beginning, but I can’t go on like this. If you pursue me, you’ll get bored, leave me high and dry, and I’ll have to start all over again. And by then, I’ll be worthless because you’ll have me blacklisted from every tech emporium in Sin City. You don’t want me; you just want me to want you.”
Vox shook his head, his stare lethal.
“I want you because I deserve you.” He bent down slightly to your level, placing a clawed Hand against your cheek. “Give it time. You’ll love me. I’ll make sure of it."
"Goodbye, Vox,” you turned on your heel, leaving him behind, afraid to look back but desperately wanting to, to see if he got the message. You kept your resolve, though all through the city, you could feel Vox’s eyes on you.
