Dataset used: https://www.nba.com/stats
I removed all players that played before three point line was invented as well players that have fewer than 500 career points.
Methodology:
I used only 3 stat lines: FT%, 3PT% and TS%
FT% and 3PT% was adjusted based on attempted shots in accordance with Bayes Estimator.
TS% was not adjusted.
After this, all 3 stat lines were adjusted to a percentile to compare it to the other NBA players.
Finally, stat lines were added together and final score was adjusted on a scale so that :
1 = worst score and 50 = best score.
Same steps were repeated for playoffs and season and playoffs score was added together.
Note that this is only one methodology and I don't claim that this it the best methodology to determine the best shooters of all time.
That being said here are best 30 shooters of all time according to this methodology:

Rank	PLAYER	Season Score	Playoffs Score	Total Score
1	Stephen Curry	50.0	50.0	100.0
2	Reggie Miller	49.1	49.7	98.7
3	Steve Nash	49.5	48.8	98.4
4	Desmond Bane	48.2	49.6	97.8
5	Kawhi Leonard	48.2	49.5	97.6
6	Hersey Hawkins	47.5	50.0	97.4
7	Kyle Korver	49.0	48.3	97.3
8	Duncan Robinson	47.8	49.1	96.9
9	Kevin Durant	48.9	47.8	96.6
10	Ray Allen	47.7	48.8	96.4
11	Jeff Hornacek	47.5	48.3	95.8
12	Chris Mullin	47.5	48.1	95.6
13	Austin Reaves	46.3	49.1	95.4
14	JJ Redick	49.1	46.1	95.2
15	Karl-Anthony Towns	48.0	47.1	95.1
16	Cameron Johnson	45.7	49.3	95.0
17	Kyrie Irving	47.6	47.4	95.0
18	Seth Curry	48.3	46.5	94.9
19	Devin Booker	45.3	49.5	94.8
20	Chauncey Billups	47.2	47.0	94.3
21	Nikola Jokic	45.3	48.9	94.2
22	Luke Kennard	48.6	45.4	93.9
23	Mark Price	48.1	45.6	93.7
24	Dirk Nowitzki	46.6	46.9	93.5
25	Damian Lillard	47.2	46.3	93.5
26	Fred Hoiberg	45.5	48.0	93.5
27	Kenny Smith	44.8	48.6	93.4
28	Chris Paul	46.3	47.1	93.3
29	James Harden	47.3	45.9	93.2
30	Tyrese Maxey	46.6	46.6	93.2

Also, for fun here are all all current all stars ranked:

Rank	PLAYER	Season Score	Playoffs Score	Total Score
1	Stephen Curry	50.0	50.0	100.0
5	Kawhi Leonard	48.2	49.5	97.6
9	Kevin Durant	48.9	47.8	96.6
15	Karl-Anthony Towns	48.0	47.1	95.1
19	Devin Booker	45.3	49.5	94.8
21	Nikola Jokic	45.3	48.9	94.2
25	Damian Lillard	47.2	46.3	93.5
30	Tyrese Maxey	46.6	46.6	93.2
44	Shai Gilgeous-Alexander	45.3	45.2	90.5
48	Tyrese Haliburton	47.4	42.2	89.6
49	Jayson Tatum	45.9	43.7	89.6
55	Paul George	45.8	42.8	88.5
63	Donovan Mitchell	44.1	43.1	87.2
69	Jalen Brunson	45.7	41.0	86.7
73	Anthony Edwards	39.0	47.5	86.5
126	Joel Embiid	44.3	38.4	82.6
150	Anthony Davis	37.5	43.1	80.6
159	Trae Young	45.4	34.5	79.9
251	LeBron James	36.9	36.5	73.4
271	Jaylen Brown	35.2	37.0	72.2
305	Luka Doncic	37.8	32.8	70.6
425	Paolo Banchero	27.6	35.9	63.5
630	Bam Adebayo	29.2	24.7	53.9
678	Julius Randle	33.6	18.5	52.1
690	Scottie Barnes	31.0	20.4	51.4
734	Giannis Antetokounmpo	28.8	20.5	49.3

Finally, here are the worst NBA shooters of all time according to this methodology:

Rank	PLAYER	Season Score	Playoffs Score	Total Score
1269	Manute Bol	3.7	1.0	4.7
1268	Ben Wallace	4.0	3.4	7.4
1267	Mark Madsen	5.6	3.2	8.8
1266	Earl Cureton	5.6	3.6	9.2
1265	Johnny High	5.9	3.7	9.5
1264	Harvey Catchings	4.0	5.6	9.5
1263	Chris Dudley	4.9	4.9	9.9

What surprises you the most?
How would you change the methodology?

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Trigger Warning.
I’m in Luteal and about a week away from my period. Like clockwork, I am always feeling sad a week before my period. This time, I feel so so so hopeless and suicidal (don’t worry, I’m too chickenshit to do anything; my instinct for survival is unfortunately too strong lol).
I’m at the lowest point in my life, and in about a week and a half, since I’m jobless and broke (and semi-homeless), my storage unit company will auction off my storage unit unless I come up with a way to pay the last 3 months. (This is all thanks to an unreliable “friend” for promising he would help me pay each month, only to ghost me).
Maybe I’d be dealing with all this shit better if I also didn’t have PMDD exacerbating my emotions thru difficult life events. And if I had a family & money. I mean I’ve been through a lot of traumas in my life since childhood – and until 2021 arrived, I was doing well & relatively thriving through all of it (I got a professional degree & at some point held a prestigious position, bought a house, etc. etc.).
I never thought leaving a physically abusive relationship in 2021 (where although it was physically abusive, I was financially secure & doing relatively well) would lead to me to where I am today. I know this is probably messed up thinking, but I wish I had never left and listened to all the advice about leaving. Because when it’s all said and done, ppl will feel horrified for you, and say that they’ll help, but then they’ll go on with their lives and you’re stuck trying to put all the pieces together. And many will doubt the abuse was that bad, and it's just embarrassing for me at this point.
The events that broke the camel’s back and led me here:
(1) 2021. I left a physically abusive relationship. Had a lot of legal drama with that. Not fun.
(2) I was then raped by a very rich man who tried to silence me with money.
(3) 2022. He tried to silence me legally, and I was literally slut-shamed by a judge. I got fired from my job because of said-rich man.
(4) Spring/Summer 2022. Redemption. I ended up winning the lawsuit against my rapist and my job reinstated my position temporarily.
(5) Even though I was struggling financially and barely able to makes ends meet, I was pushing thru. I then met an evil millionaire man in disguise who I trusted but who would fucking break me in the end. He love bombed me, was well off, helped me with various moves and getting a lease. Helped me with everything. He even told me—“Your father [my father died when I was a young girl] told me to help you and I am stepping in his place to do that.”
(6) Even though he was 20 years my senior, we eventually fell in “love.” He proposed. He bought me a new car. I sold my old car to pay off some debts.
(7) 2023. The year that broke me. He ended up leaving me in Mexico on Valentine’s Day (we were to elope the next week), saying he never loved me or any woman for that matter, and confessed “maybe I’m a sociopath.” And he literally said he used me for my body (it was only just “lust”). This is after me telling him I wanted to wait until marriage to have sex so I didn’t feel used due to childhood SA.
(8) Basically, he stole my car that he bought me, left me carless and unable to do my job. I was also pregnant with his child. He pointed a gun at me. There was legal stuff involved. Jail time involved on both ends. Basically, he tore me apart. And after I had the miscarriage, I became a broken shell of a human I used to be. With no car, and leaving me destitute, I could hardly get out of bed.
(9) Fall 2023. Almost got evicted because ex fiancé stopped paying the rent when I had miscarriage.
(10) I also let a family member move in to help pay for rent. Had no idea he had a serious drinking/pill problem. He ended up beating the crap out of me one day and almost killing me while he was under the influence. Had to call the police. He went to jail. And omg writing this all out sounds so crazy.
(11) If you’re still reading this, thank you. Eventually, I had to put all my stuff in storage. And I am now living with a disabled relative in a different part of the country. I’m trying SO SO HARD to get back to living life but I can’t right now.
(12) I found an attorney who would help me sue my ex-fiancé to get my car back (I’ve been carless for over a year and it has fucking wrecked me for some reason). I just can’t get the motivation right now to even send my lawyer what she needs to get this lawsuit started. I need some semblance of justice after what my ex-fiancé did to me.
I realize this is a LONG LONG rant. And yes, I have a psychiatrist. And no, talk therapy doesn’t help.
I guess right now I’m just stuck. And I’ve isolated myself from friends. Most friends/people don’t truly understand what it’s taken for me to get to this point here. I’m not lazy. Far from it. I’m just tired.
After a certain point, what doesn’t kill you DOESN’T make you stronger. It makes you weaker. And unable to function.
Any advice (please be gentle) would be appreciated. The attorney is one of my first avenues to some relative freedom (I need money to survive). I’m just so tired.

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Vote on a match featuring the detective teams allied against a masked vigilante having gone berserk!

(Shoutouts to u/ShimoDragon and Heart of the Rose for the match!)
Scenario: The Kamala Rose International, Vasitanagarh — 2:06PM
Weeks ago, in the very center of The Kamala Rose International lay the fantastical garden known as the Heart of the Rose, in the center of that garden stood a gazebo, and in the center of that gazebo was a table surrounded by four individuals in a heated discussion.
“That was sloppy work, Margherita!” Sulka slammed their fist against the table in an uncharacteristically loud fit of rage, “I told you to get rid of that man last week! Now because of your pointless delays he was able to leak that scandal to the news!”
“Hey hey, levati dai coglioni! I don’t appreciate the blame being thrown onto me here,” Margo threw up his arms in response, looking more annoyed than upset, “You never told me there was any urgency. Besides, it takes a bit of time to frame an accidental death. What, do you think you can just shoot a guy in the head and call it a suicide? You watch too many movies if you think that kind of thing can just happen overnight, mammalucco.”
“Do you even care that our operation here is in jeopardy now that that video is drawing prying eyes our way?!” Sulka almost spat at the italian man, “Your nonchalance is insulting!”
“Easy, Sulka,” Jim Peckle interjected, “Margo did his best. No way for him to know that things would turn this way.”
“You’re both right, actually,” Margo sneered, “I did my best, as I do with every job, but I honestly couldn’t care less if this little crime ring collapses. You lot are nothing more than a side hustle to me, my allegiances lie back in Italy. In other words, stop pestering me and vai a cagare.”
With a swish of his apron Margo left, leaving Sulka to smolder in a more recognizable quiet anger.
“That’s the last time we give him a time sensitive job, if you ask me,” Pluto spoke up for the first time since arriving (late), “The unwanted attention is a problem, don’t get me wrong, but I’m more concerned with how we even got to this in the first place, hey? That guy in the video was talking about missing people, Kiisseli. Just what the hell have you been up to?”
“Need I remind you, Hendrix,” Sulka’s cold gaze turned to meet Pluto’s, “that part of our arrangement involves the right to privacy. I do not intend to pry about what you use our resources for so I expect that you will do me the same decency.”
“Excuse me…?” Pluto straightened up from his relaxed position, “You don’t get to just shrug this off after bringing the feds to our damn doorste-”
“To be curt,” Sulka cut him off, “It’s none of your damn business, Pluto. So drop it.”
Behind Sulka’s back, Jim quietly scoped his nearest emergency exit.
Pluto’s vein bulged visibly at Sulka’s words, “You’ve got people paying attention to the airport cuz you’ve been pulling some shady bullshit and you just managed to get your ass handed to you by a cat and some whackjob in a mask, hey. Obviously this is my fucking business!”
“I may have been beaten by a “whackjob” as you put it,” Sulka slowly rose from their chair, “but I could certainly beat you if you’re going to keep acting like a thorn in my side.”
“You could beat who?” Pluto’s voice raised an octave in sheer frustration and confusion, “Trust me, you don’t want this smoke, Kiisseli.”
“What’s this about smoke?” Dark Disquiet shimmered into view and lit a fire in its palm behind Sulka as they spoke, “Because from where I stand you’re the only one who should fear getting burned, Hendrix.”
“This isn’t the time or place for a fight,” Jim stepped in between the two, holding up his hands. Behind his dark sunglasses, his eyes flicked cautiously over to Sulka. “Everything just goes up in flames. Nobody wins… Best cool things down and make peace.”
An uneasy silence hung over the gazebo until Pluto clicked his tongue in frustration, “Yeah. Fine. Better an ally than an enemy, I suppose. But let it be known that next time I have to deal with problems caused by your actions I’ll be expecting a damn good explanation, hey? Now I’m getting out of here before your self important face pisses me off any more than it already has.”
Once Pluto had left earshot, Sulka let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of their nose, “I hate to admit it but I too am in a state where I still need to rely on Hendrix’s assistance. Oh how I despise co-leadership…”
“I like having him around,” Jim replied, shrugging minutely, “He brings a lot to the Heart. He’s easygoing, and a lot more dedicated than he seems on the surface. It would be a shame to drive him away.”
“You’ve already deescalated the situation, Jim Peckle. Any further arbitration would be pointless, unless you mean to crawl your way back onto my good side. In which case you have a long way to go,” Sulka made a dispassionate gesture towards the exit, “You may leave as well, but don’t assume that this means you’re off the hook. You’ve not yet been forgiven for leaving me in the dirt and running off with that costumed clown after our fight.”
Jim hesitated for a moment before deciding to swallow his pride and take his own advice. Instead, he simply gave a light nod in response and scurried out of the gazebo.
For a time Sulka sat in silence, partially to gather their thoughts and partially to make sure their team members had cleared out. “Marko, Olli, come here now.”
Barely missing a beat, the Runoilija brothers ran in to greet Sulka, “Right here boss!” Marko, the bigger of the two, responded, “Sorry we weren’t here for the meeting–that kid you hired a while back was break dancing in the halls outside the garden and we were entranced by the little guy!”
“Enough!” Sulka was all too familiar with how the brothers could prattle on if left unchecked, “I didn’t call you over to have you discuss your simplistic entertainment. I have a job for the two of you.”
“Lay it on us boss, we’ll get it done in no time,” Olli rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
“To be more accurate it’s closer to a reassignment than a job,” Sulka tucked their hands behind their back, beginning to pace across the raised dais. “Thanks to this mess we’re in, I’ll be forced to decrease, if not totally halt, my… cultivation, we’ll call it, her at the Rose. In order to make up for the drop-off in offerings we will need to expand operations outside of the airport. I’ve already made the arrangements. Starting tomorrow, you two will be stationed at Club Naraka over in Port Konwar. You will remain vigilant for any and all stand users that enter the building. I don’t care how you do it but make sure you check every guest. Once you find a stand user you are to restrain them and call for me. This is by far the most promising location I’ve managed to get a hold of, so I am expecting big things. Are there any questions?”
“Uh, it’s a club, yeah?” Marko cocked his head, “That means there’ll be booze, right?”
“...Yes Marko,” Sulka sighed, “There will be drinks of all kinds.”
“Alright! We won’t let you down boss! You can count on us!” Olli beamed—and promptly tripped on Marko’s heels in his haste as the two of them rushed for the door.
Sulka sighed again, if that pair of fools weren’t so loyal they would’ve discarded them long ago.
Scenario: ???, ??? — 1:20 AM
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
Reese’s eyes slowly opened, his vision hazy. His head stung—that was the first thing he noticed, the dull throbbing pain in his temple. He couldn’t think straight. Where was he? Why was he here? What was-
God, his head.
“Ghhh...” He massaged his temples, blearily trying to force some sense into his brain. He was... Where was he...
Memories came back to him slowly, filtered through heavy bass and the scraping of a rusty fan overhead. He was looking for leads on something... His father was looking into Nightblooms... There were rumors of knowledgeable Stand users here... His teammates had told him not to go, but he-
The door creaked open, slamming against a dingy, degraded concrete wall. Reese lifted his head, slowly. His head felt like a ten ton weight on his shoulders. He could hardly see. What the fuck happened?
Through the now open door a stream of light poured in highlighting the silhouettes of two men. The bigger man on the right spoke first, “So this kid is the fresh meat, huh? And you’re sure he’s one of us this time?”
“Oh definitely,” The skinny man on the left replied, “This guy’s a stand user, no doubt about it.”
Reese could hear what the men were saying but his mind was covered in a fog and it was difficult to comprehend the words. Fresh meat? Stand user? Did these two bring him here? What did they want?
The skinny man kneeled down to bring himself face to face with Reese. Even in the darkness of the room he was close enough that Reese could make out his distinctly crooked nose , “I’m gonna make this real simple for you, pal. You see our boss is a very important person. They are the type with big plans that some people might not agree with. Because of that, they like to make powerful friends whenever possible. Friends like you, for example. For that very reason the boss is on their way here right now to meet you! I’m sure the two of you will get along great but I thought I should give you a bit of a warning. The boss doesn’t like it when their offer of friendship gets turned down, you see. There’s only one thing they hate more than that. Unnecessary risk. If they can’t have you as a friend… Well, I’m sure you’ll make the right choice once you meet them.”
“Uhhh, Olli?” The bigger one tapped the skinny man on the shoulder, “I don’t think this kid is hearing you. Look at his eyes, it’s like he’s still asleep.”
“Wha-?” Olli aggressively grabbed Reese’s head and forcefully opened his eyelids all the way to stare into the boy’s pupils, “Goddamnit, the drugs still haven’t worn off! Urgh, just put him back to sleep Marko. I’ll give him the speech again once he wakes up.”
Reese wanted to run or fight or something but he could barely move as the skinny man- Olli let go of his head. Drugs? Had these two drugged him? His mind was swimming with Olli’s monologue creating a whirlpool of words and phrases that he recognized but could not focus on. With every ounce of his available strength he lifted his body onto his elbows and looked up to his captors.
“W-wait a se-” He couldn’t even form a full sentence before the bigger man- Marko reeled back and threw out a punch.
There was a violent shake.
A loud thud.
And then black.
Scenario: Club Naraka, Port Konwar — 1:22 AM
Club Naraka was, if nothing else, accurately named.
When you first stepped into the subterranean hell pit of human desire, you were greeted with the thick smell of booze and cigarettes and other far less legal things. It had a way of overwhelming every sense, actually. Harsh lights strobed against the otherwise dim chambers of each floor, and the bass thumped hard enough to feel in your ribs. When you eventually found yourself in a place where it didn’t smell so harshly of booze, it was because it smelled like vomit instead, or some other thing you didn’t really want to figure out the source of.
Emile Gulati, 27 years old, stared with half lidded eyes at the air freshener she’d hung behind the bar, wishing with all of her heart that it actually worked. It was her last little rebellion against this place. She tried wearing earbuds, but she couldn’t hear her own music over the stuff they played in the club. She tried normal earplugs, but those hardly worked, and just made it harder to bartend. She considered nose plugs, but that’d just make her look weird - customers gave her enough shit already.
“Evening, bartender~.” A sleazy looking man had somehow wandered over to the bar without her noticing, splaying himself over the counter. Emile tried her best to hide her immediate disdain. “You, uh, wow, huh, eheh.” He pointed at her. “Nnnn~ice outfit. Eheh.”
She scowled.
“You gonna order something or what?” Emile made sure to step back a few feet. Best not to stand too close to guys like this - she’d learned that the hard way just a week ago. “I don’t work here as a fucking model. Get a drink.”
“Bitch.” The man sneered. “You people should be more agreeable. Tsch.” He wandered off, having seemingly forgotten what he came for in the first place. Emile sighed in relief. She idly looked back at the little bottle under the counter, and winced. She’d made a routine of reminding herself it was there and feeling like shit about it.
Being a bartender here was bad enough, but every now and then she’d get a lovely text from a higher up on the burner phone they’d given her to slip a few drops of that into their drink. Within moments a security guard would drag them away, leaving Emile with no explanation. Not that she was expecting one, granted. But she would’ve liked to know what exactly she was doing here. For closure, or something. Maybe.
Couldn’t pay rent in Mist City without a job, she reminded herself for the fourth time that night. The latest one really got to her - some bright eyed youngster filled with determination who was trying so hard not to look like he was there on some sort of mission. She had hope that whatever job it was would succeed, but that hope seemed to evaporate like a fine mist when she watched him disappear behind the elevator doors.
She rubbed her temples.
“...”
And exhaled. This place got in the way of her reason, the music keeping her from thinking. Was next month’s rent worth the people she’d screwed over? Hell if she knew.
“I’m taking my fifteen,” said Emile, to no one in particular. She marched away from the bar, stalking towards the elevator. When the doors closed behind her, she found herself blessed by something close to peace and quiet. It reassured her.
Equally reassuring was the golden coin beneath her feet, glinting in harsh LED light.
“...Lucky coin, huh?” She picked it up, admiring it for a moment before pressing down on the lowest button on the elevator keypad. She didn’t know what she was actually going to do - but it’d probably be better than doing nothing.
When the doors opened, Emile found the floor was completely barren. No one wandered through the dusty concrete halls; the only thing that gave her company was the thick, noxious smell that clung to the air. Preferring not to investigate its source, Emile began walking through the halls…until her eye caught on an open door. Unsure where else to go, she peeked inside.
Curled on the cold floor was a body. Emile’s stomach dropped–until she saw movement in the person’s chest. Still alive. That she could work with. Rushing over, Emile knelt next to the unconscious person, as she had with countless blackout drunks. She made sure he was on his side, and then gently stirred him until he woke. All the while, dread tangled her organs in knots. Who would do such a thing? Why? Still, the answers didn’t matter. What mattered is that something was very wrong with this place, and they needed to leave as fast as possible.
Yet, when the young man opened his eyes, he didn’t look at her with shock or fear, but anger. A righteous fury that had him just about jumping to his feet.
“Woah! Woah, settle down, you were unconscious, your body needs time-” Emile began, before the man shook his head. That alone seemed to dizzy him, as he braced himself against the wall.
“I don’t have time. I need to- I can’t have been the only one. I need to-”
Emile stepped closer, trying to put a hand on his shoulder, but he immediately bristled at the touch, as if on reflex.
“You’re hurt- look, man… something’s up with this place. We need to get out of here.”
But he just shrugged her off, moving towards the nearest unlocked door. Without hesitation, he flung it open, frantically looking for other survivors. Yet, what he and Emile found…were rows of bathtubs. That horrid, sharpened smell was even stronger now, nearly overwhelming. It was all Reese could do to not keel over. Instead, Emile moved to support him, and the two crept closer, peering over the edge.
Inside the tub, something boiled, bubbled, churned.
The thing inside could barely be called human. The acid gnawed at the corpse like a desperate, starving animal, stripping the charred flesh off of its bones. Unable to support itself, it collapsed further, head sinking under the liquid. Soon, its blank, lifeless expression was stripped down to its gleaming bone. Gone. All gone.
Reese felt like he was standing in a tunnel. Lightless. Empty. Infinite. The feeling of Emile letting go, the sound of sharp retching, something splattering against the tile, all of it was muffled.
What cruel animal is man.
It was the twin jolts of fear and rage that hit him like an IED. Pounding adrenaline restarted his heart, clicking the world into focus. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Emile heaving, shuddering, pulling at her hair. All the unconscious drunkards, for all the rowdy bar fights, none of it could have prepared her for these horrors. That adrenaline pumped through her in turn, she could feel that fear grow sharp and jagged-
She could feel something take that fear, guiding it towards a sound. Footsteps. Reese didn’t seem to hear them, only her. She tried to speak- nothing. No sound could escape her lips. The fear that gripped her chest was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She couldn’t make a whisper but with the full force of her adrenaline she could still move.
The next few moments were a blur. A bottle on a shelf, shouting from the previous room, a desperate lunge, and the distinct sound of rending flesh. Suddenly everything was vivid and clear again. She felt the guards blood trickle through her fingers as Emile looked down and witnessed what she had done. The bottle had become a knife, and she had stabbed someone.
The guard fell to the ground as Emile stared at her shaking, blood stained hands, “I- that wasn’t- I didn’t mean-” She was stammering all while Reese watched on in silent shock.
“He’s not dead Emile,” a feminine voice echoed through her skull, “You have to finish it. You have to make sure.”
Her eyes darted from one end of the room to the other, trying desperately to find the source, but the longer she delayed the louder it got.
“Kill him. Kill Him. KILL HIM. KILL HIM.”
What happens when an animal is backed into a corner?
It attacks.
Suddenly, something in Emile snapped- no, it shattered like a broken bottle. A low scream escaped her throat betwixt clenched jaws as she savaged upon the barely breathing man.The knife became her teeth, raised into the air and plunged into red flesh. A wet schlllrk rang as she pulled it back out, only to bury it down again and again and again.
Reese moved quickly, instinctually- tackling her to the ground. A desperate move- to break this haze that she was in, end whatever vile urge had overcome her.
His eyes widened as they tumbled onto the floor, spotting several pairs of feet. Guards. He had tackled them into the direct view of more guards.
”Shit.”
A snapping noise split the air. An ethereal crocodile came from the ether, ready to defend its user.
A cornered animal attacked.
Meanwhile in the upper floors of the club the Runoilija brothers sat at a bar. Olli casually nursed an elaborate cocktail as he criticized his larger brother, “I think you hit that guy a little too hard, he should be awake again by now but there’s no news from the guards… You better not have killed him by accident like that last guy, Sulka’s already pissed enough at us as is.”
“That was not my fault!” Marko slammed his beer mug on the counter, “That last one wouldn’t stay down, so I just kept hitting him until he did. How was I supposed to know that he’d die so easily!”
“You literally just gave a textbook description of negligence, you moron. Of course it was your fault!” Olli smacked Marko on the side of his head to emphasize his point.
“Why’d you always gotta hit me…” Marko grumbled as he rubbed his head, “If you’re so sure that I’m the moron then let's bet on whether the fresh meat has gone cold or not. Whoever loses pays for the other’s drinks for the rest of the night.”
“Alright deal,” Olli snickered as they shook hands, “I’ll go take a look.”
Olli’s hand restlessly gripped the switchblade in his pocket as he descended through the floors of the nightclub. He fully intended to finish off the drugged up kid in the basement, assuming he refused to work for the boss like most did. He would pin the blame on his dumbass brother and have him pay for his drinks for the whole night. A win-win scenario.
Suddenly, a vibration from his phone. An update from the guards:
The prisoner got out. There are two of them now.
Marko received the same message back at the bar above. In a fit of rage he chucked his mug of beer at the wall with his full strength, just barely missing the skull of the bartender who was serving him. Before he had a chance to cause any more senseless damage another message addressed to himself and all the other guards came through, this time from his brother.
Find them both, NOW! Kill them if you have to, just make sure they don’t leave! If they’re gone when Sulka gets here we’ll all be fucked!
Marko stood up from the bar and began to push through the flirting couples and stumbling drunkards of the nightclub as his Ultraviolet materialized. The fresh meat had a helper and the two were trying to scurry away like rats? That was fine by him. Marko specialized in hunting down rats.

The music seemed to distort more intensely the longer Reese listened. Maybe it was the dull ache of the base, punctuated by a hundred frenzied footfalls, a rhythm that toppled over itself. Maybe it was the rage that sent his own heart racing. He could feel it pound against ｢Magenta Mountain｣ as he held the hourglass close to his chest. Still, there was no time to rest.
Finally, the two of them found the source of the noise. A dark, dingy dancefloor. It stunk of sweat and mildew, and the dancing bodies seemed to twist in the low light. Even as the two entered, splattered in blood, no one took notice. They were too caught up in dance, alcohol, god knows what else. In this moment of respite, Reese turned to Emile. Her gaze was as vacant as his own, she seemed to look right past him.
“Hey, focus.” Impatience had made his voice sharp. There wasn’t time for niceties, not for her. Emile’s eyes readjusted, finding him. In the dark, he could not see that was shone in her expression wasn’t malice, but fear.
“What the hell was that!?” he pressed. She shrunk away in turn.
“...I had to get out.”
“I know that,” Reese frowned, “We’re in the same boat. But that’s not an excuse- I could have helped! You didn’t have to-”
“I have to get out,” Emile continued. Her gaze went past him yet again. Her body shuddered. “Please, please just let me out. I’ll do anything, anything you want, I can’t stand this hell- just let me out!”
“I…” Reese swallowed, hugging his Stand tight. “What?”
His mind reeled, trying to process his next steps. This woman was unstable, that was clear. Unstable, violent, dangerous—not just to others, but herself. If Reese allowed her to simply leave, without understanding what was happening, who knew how many would suffer? Yet, the crowd shifted in strange ways, the beat becoming frantic, the music growing warped and mutilated. Should he stop the woman? Should he protect her from these maddening halls? What should he do? What should he do?
The moment Reese looked up, trying to make a call–Emile was gone. She had vanished deep into the crowd, following that horrid, golden voice. The music reminded Reese of the howl of coyotes in the night. The raucous celebrations of beasts who found their meal.
Against his beating heart, he felt ｢Magenta Mountain｣. Inside those grains lay the vast expanse of evolution, and its uniting link: the will to survive at any cost. His beasts had all failed, each one had faced death, and lost. At this moment, Reese understood them. He knew what it was to be a cornered animal. He would deal with the moral quandaries of man once he escaped. But first, he had to escape. The grains of sand were slipping through the hourglass. He knew he would not die like all those beasts that came before him. He would escape. He would survive. He had to.
Nothing else mattered.
Lost in the crowd, he and Emile reached that same conclusion.
Nothing else mattered.
Open the Game.
Location: Club Naraka, with the players currently on the second basement floor. Throughout the stage, the brown sections of the map are doors, furniture, lockers, crates, and whatever makes sense for the location. The players may interpret the map to read furniture as what would make sense for the location and may find any items that would be reasonable to find in that area of a club; if these ever would conflict in strategies, treat both readings as, somehow, correct.
Green circles are guards, each of which have 333 physicals, Guard: 3, and Basic Weapon Use: 3. These are overall competent operatives who aren’t going to be utterly trivial to get past, and each is armed with a handgun loaded with 9mm bullets and a baton.
The 2nd basement floor has MARKOV on one side in the bar, and Reese on the other in the boiler room. A few guards are already on the map; neither has immediate line of sight on either player.
North of MARKOV is a storage closet, which opens into a bathroom. North of this is the backrooms of the club, with the currently full dance floor in the middle. North of the boiler rooms is the security guard room, and at the far northeast of the map is the office of the club’s owner, filled with various trophies.
Of note for Reese, there are a few dead rats (purple triangles) in the boiler room, and a piece of coral (purple circle) in the office. This chunk of coral is 8 kg, and when reanimated by ｢Magenta Mountain｣ forms as a sort of hemisphere 2m across and 1.5m high.
The 1st basement floor is mostly for club business, with speakers and various technical material spread around. Of note, the many, many guards on the south of the first level will, if the players choose not to fight through the closest stairways, slowly fill into the lowest level, chasing the players. In essence, there will be significantly less guards around the stairs to the ground floor if the players take the longer path.
Finally, the Ground Floor is an open warehouse space with no traditional obstacles- as everything in this room is currently floating airborne, with a gloating Sulka armed with a fire extinguisher acting as the final obstacle. Between Sulka’s mobility, their guards acting as easier targets, and the needs of the match, they may not be RETIRED, but attacks launched at them will temporarily distract them and force them to block or avoid them. Otherwise, Sulka will alternate between launching single massive crates and flurries of small objects at the players as they fight their way through the ground floor, up to the doors at the north.
Goal: Fight your way out of Club Naraka! In particular, leave the club in better shape than your opponent.
While combat is allowed and expected, for the most part guards won’t leave too far from their base location; they can be snuck past. The winner of the match is who gets out of the club in the overall best condition.
Combat between players with the intent or foreseeable result of RETIREMENT is not recommended, though other types of interference are.
Additional Information: MARKOV’s current user is Emile Gulati, who has 233 physicals and 3 Bartending; Bartending gives Emile a thorough understanding of the layout of the club as well as preternatural skill in being able to throw around glass bottles or other similarly hefty items.
As for other NPCs besides the guards, the clubgoers have 222 physicals, Ignoring Any Chaos Around Them 5, and Mostly Irrelevant To The Match 4. Essentially they can act as a sort of cover in the dance floor, but besides hiding among them, don’t worry about anyone besides guards too much.

Team	Combatant	JoJolity
Gallery of Wayward Reverie	Markov	“Come on, what are you doing anyway? Calm down—got up on the wrong side of the bed or something?” Use a variety of tools, items, and tactics during your escape!
I.M.P.A.C.T.	Reese McGuffin	“What I have to do is look for the bone using my strings…” Use a variety of tools, items, and tactics during your escape!

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It’s been 8++ months and I still care. I stalk, I feel the urge to stalk. I recently learned from a friend that he has a new girlfriend. I just want not to care anymore. I don’t want him back, I just want to stop thinking about him. I just want to move on. I feel like 8 months I haven’t taken any great step forward.
Did anyone felt stuck for way more than what they actually wanted? How did you overcome this? I just need to move on…

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cw depression and suicide attempt, but not detailed
This is going to be long, but I lived it trhough, so...
Earlier medical background:
I have always been an anxious kid, so that might worsened many problems I had. I got Escitalopram three years ago. My anxiety is better now. Sometimes I still take Alprazolam when shit hits the fan or if a symptom could be anxiety induced. I always had a very high intolerance for Alprazolam, so it just takes the edge off.
When I was a kid I had a problem with breathing through my nose, but it was said to be probably because of my adenoid. When I was nine, my adenoid was removed. I was sick a lot and my nose bled a lot. After the surgery, the problems stopped. And never got a fever after that.
I never smoked, because any smoke makes me cough and unable to breathe. Also if someone cooks with some spices. I always got nauseus from alcohol, so I only drank like 2-3 times, then gave up. I use soap bars for everything, so luiqid soap is not the problem. I only have glass food containers. I don't take nicotine in any shape or form. I don't really consume coffein. I started eating cacao, so it might help with the stem cells.
Medical history:
Since I was little, many food felt like it is burning my mouth. Like it’s eating it away. The main problem was pepper because that bothered the adults the most. It hurt when something had haselnuts, walnuts, banana, pineapple, peach, Tomato, capsicum in it and toothpaste. Toothpaste is the worst. Chili is a different kind of pain. I showed allergy to nettle and mosquito bites since I was little. The pain in my mouth and what these allergies caused were very similar.
Around when I was twelve, I got very strong stomach aches from time to time, and eating also became a chore. Digesting hurt. I couldn’t drink carbonated drinks. I mainly drank water from then on, or tea. Didn't matter what I did, my tongue has been white since then and I had a bad breath too. I didn’t develop an ED, I just felt less and less until I either cried or felt nothing. I became very introverted and preferred not to be around people. My memory became worse and studying got difficult. My grades got worse, but I just spent more time studying. I became more and more tired, although I slept more and more. Even if I did many sports, I still had a very bad physique.
Before high school, I got pneumonia. I had a low fever for one day. I felt like I had liquid in my lungs for two weeks, but other than that, I had no problem. ( I got medicine for pneumonia.) I still don’t have a good function of my lungs which make me weak at keeping a normal tone at all times. Singing is impossible. I can’t control the amount of air out of my throat. When I eat ice cream, I cough up mucus afterwards always.
I got to high school, and my memory got worse. I lost months, had no idea why I am no longer friends with some people, and what happened. I was a great note-taker tho and religiously never missed school. My grades got worse as highschool went on. My anxiety was through the roof too. My parents noticed nothing because I had little to no relationship with them. My body hurt, eating hurt, my head hurt. I was either crying or felt nothing. I wanted to die so bad. The only thing that kept me alive was an invisible force tying my hand. At the end of high school, I realized I couldn’t die. I won’t die. In the meantime, my body temperature went from 36 to 35. I changed many thermometer, but it's the same.
At the beginning of university, I got glasses. I had a very low level of astigmatism in one eye. Separately, I can see well. Together not so much. I always have the problem that I can’t see the text, but I can read it. I also realized that I didn’t see in 3D without glasses. Guess that is why I am good at drawing.
I went through university counting every step I took from my bed, to back to my bad after a day. By the third year of university, I got an allergic reaction to something (that looked like Crohn's symptoms, red nodules) and got antihistamine medicine. On antihistamine, I realized that I couldn’t breathe through my nose right until then. We never figured out the problem, but I was on antihistamine for a year. Then I went to the doctor. I got an allergy test and tested positive for tomato, milk protein, egg protein, capsicum, wasp sting, Camille, nettle, and hazelnuts. It wasn’t the shock kind of allergy, just allergy. The doctor said nothing, but to leave those foods. Never saw her again. I stopped these foods, and after leaving milk and eggs, I went through a personality change. I had feelings for the first time in a long time. Until then I just mimicked everyone's emotions, but then I got my own ones. I liked different clothes, different songs, different everything. I became more social, but although I felt like waking up from a ten-year-long coma, my parents didn’t understand what changed. I had bigger problems tho. It felt like I lost ten years of my life. I had to relearn how to cook, how to exist, how to deal with emotional issues. I had lost so many memories from the last ten years that I couldn’t access. When I eat eggs, I revert to the previous mindset and feel like my past self. I have questions prepared for those times and get answers to important questions, like “How do you cook?”. Usually getting better from eggs in two months, so I only eat eggs by accident. It is usually breathing problems and muscle weakness. The antihistamine I took was loratadine, but it became useless and my breathing got difficult again. Milk usually causes rotten feeling in my sotmach and I feel numb emotionally for a few days.
While I got my allergy test, I also tested positive for iron deficiency, and then blood in my stool, although I have never seen blood. I got checked out by a gastroenterologist intimately. I had nothing that would cause my reflux, but he found an inflammation in my intestines. So I got local immunosuppressants (budesonide). That didn’t work. So, I went on steroids and then on immunosuppressants (azathioprine). It caused some problems.
I got my period at 14 and it never got periodical. I missed months, half a years usually but the ob-gyns never found anything. After a year, on azathioprine, my period stopped. I had PCOS and Insulin resistance. I am on a diet for a year now. It didn’t change anything. I felt sick the moment I got on azathioprine, but my doctor made me to be on it for one and half a year. I couldn’t eat and I slept 14 hours on average. Sleeping through days also wasn’t rare. I missed so many deadlines in university. My joints hurt so much, walking with a cane was not rare. My blood pressure got lower (around 105, if I move lot, goes down to 90) and my pulse went from 60 to 75-80. I feel vertigo a lot. At the same time, the food problems never stopped. Food still burned. My tongue was still white unless my stomach issues felt better. My headache never went away, but now it feels like it's burning like my mouth.
I was tested for Mcas, but it was negative. My blood was checked if I have a higher chance for blood clots, it was negative.
I found antihistamine diet, and I don't have stomach aches, although my doctor says it is probably a placebo. I stopped the immunosuppressant, 3 months ago and I very rarely have stomach problems. I try to buy natural toothpaste and it seems to be working altough it is very difficult. My tongue is rarely white. I started taking diphenhydramine antihistamine. Breathing is way better. The brain burning got better for a while, but it’s worse again. I feel like this antihistamine is loosing its strength too.
I am writing, because although my stomach is better, my joints sometimes feel like there is not enough liquid for them and they hurt. Using the stairs upwards is a big problem. Sometimes I need to use a cane just for walking. When the front changes, I can’t move, because then I would want to cry from the pain. Sometimes random food also causes me to be in bad for a day or two and not being able to move. My brain feels like it’s on fire and I just want to scream and hit it into a wall.

To any engineering managers here, when you start a new engineering manager role, what are the steps you take in your first week, 2 weeks, month to give yourself the best chance?
I'm an engineering manager in a company I've held multiple roles in for the past 8 years.
I'm ok at my job because I know the systems, the people and all the skeletons hidden about.
When I eventually move to a new company where I don't know the people or systems, I'm unsure how to set myself up for success.

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Bar: Polybar
Editor: Neovim
Music: ncmpccp & mpd
Launcher : Rofi
Note: My dotfiles are all over the place so I'll clean them up and post them whenever i get some free time.

italics:alive
bold:died after elections,so half only
crossed:acting president
also Grover Cleveland counts as 1 if you pass his presidency once or twice
George Washington-1
John Adams-4
Thomas Jefferson-3
James Madison-3
James Monroe-2
John Quincy Adams-5
Andrew Jackson-4
Martin Van Buren-8
William Henry Harrison-0
John Tyler-6
James Polk-1
Zachary Taylor-0
Millard Filmore-5
Franklin Pierce-4
James Buchanan-2
Abraham Lincoln-0 :(
Andrew Johnson-1
Ullyses S.Grant-4
Rutherford B.Hayes-4
James Garfield-0
Chester Arthur-1
Grover Cleveland-3
Benjamin Harrison-2
William Mckinley-0
Theodore Roosevelt-2
William Howard Taft-4
Woodrow Wilson-2
Warren Harding-0
Calvin Coolidge-1/1.5
Herbert Hoover-5
Franklin Roosevelt-0
Harry Truman-4
Dwight D.Eisenhower-3
John F.Kennedy-0 :(
Lyndon B.Johnson-1
Richard Nixon-5
Gerald Ford-5+1
Jimmy Carter-7+2
Ronald Reagan-3
George H.W Bush-4+1^{+1(for a moment he was acting president when Reagan was President})
Bill Clinton-4+2
George W.Bush-3+2
Dick Cheney-4+1
Barack Obama-2+1
Donald Trump-1+1
Joe Biden-0+1
Kamala Harris-1

If a phone isn't in your hand, there's one within reach for sure and it can tell you the time. After a year trying out different smart watches, knowing my step count lost its appeal and I'm in good shape so no need to be concerned with blood pressure or blood oxygen. Yeah, so, I'm done with watches. It's been nice.

Getting Lost in a Dark Fantasy

Dark fantasy art opens doors to worlds where the imagination is king and shadows dance. We go on an adventure through the eerie creatures and haunting landscapes of the dark fantasy genre with this comprehensive guide. Come along as we explore the mysteries surrounding this fascinating art form, from its enigmatic beginnings to the contemporary advancements that are redefining its limits.

Understanding Dark Fantasy Art: the Basics and Progression

The Garden of Earthly Delights
The shadows of myth and folklore, as well as the depths of human imagination, serve as inspiration for dark fantasy art. The fascination of the unknown has always drawn artists, who have used it to inspire works of art that straddle the border between nightmares and dreams.
Bosch’s “The Garden of Earthly Delights” is among the first and most famous works of dark fantasy art. This masterwork, a triptych painted in the late fifteenth century, shows a fantastical landscape full of strange creatures. Bosch’s vision, which takes viewers to places like the Garden of Eden and the flames of hell, dissolves the lines between reality and fantasy.
Through their surrealistic visions, artists such as Salvador Dali pushed the boundaries of dark fantasy art further in the 20th century. The eerie investigation of time and decay found in Dali’s “The Persistence of Memory” is characterised by melting clocks and desolate scenes that inspire a sense of existential dread.

Essential Techniques for Drawing Dark Fantasy

Dark fantasy writing demands a combination of technical proficiency and limitless creativity to master. The following are some crucial methods to assist you in realising your sinister fantasies:
Understanding Light and Shadow: Dark fantasy is all about contrast, so understanding how light and shadow interact is essential. Try experimenting with various lighting configurations to produce striking effects and a feeling of depth and ambience.
Making Dynamic Compositions: The way your artwork is put together will determine how well it draws the viewer in and directs their attention. Try varying your viewpoints, angles, and focal points to produce compositions that are captivating and dynamic and entice the viewer into your gloomy world.
Examining Symbolism and Imagery: Mythology, folklore, and the occult provide a wealth of symbolism and imagery for dark fantasy art. Use symbolic elements in your artwork to entice viewers to explore the hidden depths of your imagination by adding layers of meaning and intrigue.
Embracing Texture and Detail: Texture gives your artwork depth and a tactile quality that entices the observer to enter its immersive world. Try experimenting with various drawing methods and mediums to produce textured, rich surfaces that beckon exploration — from the plush fur of mythological creatures to the rugged stone of ancient ruins.

Fun Drawing Exercise: Summoning Your Inner Creativity

With this entertaining drawing exercise, let’s set out on a voyage of artistic exploration. Take out your sketchbook and pencils, then do the following:
Setting the Scene: Shut your eyes and picture a twisted tree and crumbling ruins in a misted-over, bleak landscape. Imagine the unsettling sights and sounds of this dark fantasy world, and let your imagination run wild.
Selecting Your Topic: Who lives in this shadowy world? Is it an evil creature hiding in the shadows, a lone traveller daring the night, or something else entirely? Select your subject, then allow their tale to come to life on the page.
Drawing the Outline: Outline your subject’s form on the page using light, expressive strokes while keeping them in mind. Concentrate on drawing their silhouettes and basic forms, then let your creativity lead the way in bringing them to life.
Adding Textures and Details: After you’re satisfied with the composition, begin incorporating textures and details into your artwork. Try varying the shading methods you use to produce depth and ambiance, such as the harsh glare of a torchlight or the soft glow of a moonlit night.
Accepting the Dark Side: Accept the darkness with open arms! Play with shadows and highlights to add drama and tension to your artwork; dark fantasy art thrives on contrasts.
Finishing Touches: Complete your artwork by enhancing details and adding any last touches that will make it stand out from the rest. As you take a step back and admire what you’ve created, remember that you’ve called something genuinely magical out of your imagination.

Famous Dark Fantasy Art Pieces

Conan the Barbarian
There are many well-known pieces of dark fantasy art that have had a lasting influence on the genre. Here are a few noteworthy instances:
The eerie illustrations by Gustave Doré for Dante’s Inferno perfectly convey the terrifying scenery and tormented spirits found in Dante Alighieri’s epic poem. Dante’s trip through hell is vividly brought to life by Doré’s vision, which takes him from the flaming depths of hell to the icy wastes of Cocytus.
Conan the Barbarian paintings by Frank Frazetta: The fantasy genre’s visual aesthetic was shaped in part by Frank Frazetta’s famous Conan the Barbarian paintings. He established the bar for future generations of fantasy artists with his powerful heroes, vicious monsters, and grandiose landscapes.
Dark fantasy Art by Brom: Brom is well known for his atmospheric, gloomy fantasy artwork that combines elements of mythology, the paranormal, and horror. His vivid paintings teleport viewers to realms of forbidden magic and gloomy enchantment, where peril lurks around every corner.

The Rise of AI Art in Dark Fantasy

Artificial intelligence has become a potent tool in the art world in recent years. Large image databases can be analysed by AI algorithms, which can then produce incredibly lifelike dark fantasy artwork. While some art critics might object to the notion of AI producing art, others find the fusion of technology and creativity to be fascinating.
AI art explores new creative possibilities by utilising the computational power of machines, providing a distinct viewpoint on the genre. Artificial intelligence (AI) algorithms can recognise patterns, themes, and visual motifs in thousands of dark fantasy artworks that may have escaped human artists. This process can result in the production of captivating works of art that stretch the bounds of our imagination and alter our ideas of what is conceivable in the field of dark fantasy.
But it’s crucial to understand that AI art is a supplement to conventional artistic techniques rather than their replacement. Even though AI is capable of producing beautiful images, it lacks the emotional nuance and human touch that come from the artistic vision and the artist’s life experiences. As artists, we imbue our work with meaning and resonance that artificial intelligence is unable to match by bringing our distinct viewpoints, feelings, and life experiences to it.
AI art, in my opinion, is not a threat but rather a useful instrument that can support artists with their research and inspiration. Artists can explore uncharted creative territory, try out novel styles and techniques, and expand their creative horizons by working with AI. In the end, dark fantasy art will continue to be relevant in the digital age thanks to the fusion of human creativity and technological innovation.

“In conclusion, let your creativity run wild.”

Creating dark fantasy art is an adventure into the unknown, where creativity is king and imagination is unbridled. Embrace the dark and let your imagination run wild, regardless of your level of experience as an artist or your level of curiosity. A little inspiration, the correct methods, and a hint of magic will allow you to craft works of dark fantasy art that will enthral and motivate viewers for years to come.
So, why do you hesitate? Explore the depths of dark fantasy and let your creative side out now!

My Dark Fantasy World

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• Raging Bully/Gone Quackers: A new classmate (and villain) named Mike picks on Becky and later joins forces with Tobey, Eileen, and Victoria Best; Becky and her family visit a new restaurant.
  
• Seaside Blues/Testing Testing and testing: Becky and Tobey are partnered up for an assignment to help the environment and will have to work together; Lady Redundant Woman has made copies of an impossible test that everyone in the city has to finish.
  
• Beach Blanket Best/Water Park WHAMpage: Victoria Best interrupts Becky's day at the beach; the Whammer causes trouble at a water park.
  
• Becky in Villainsland (2-part episode): WordGirl finds herself in a place called Villainsland.
  
• Snowfall Race/Clean as a Beach: Becky and T.J. along with many other sibling teams compete in the annual Snowflake Ball Skating Race; Woodview Elementary are given the task of cleaning up the beach.
  
• An Electric Evening/Where Did all the Color Go?: The Energy Monster causes a blackout during a slumber party, Miss Power causes everything in the city to lose its color.
  
• Birthday Party of Doom/A Slippery Situation: Eileen (The Birthday Girl) attacks during Becky's birthday; Becky has to stay home and rest after slipping on a wet floor.
  
• The Dark Knight/Plane Crazy Tobey: Becky and her family meet a villain at a medieval fair; the class visits an airfield.
  
• Easy To Get Sneezy/Becky Makes Scents: Becky tries to find out what is making her sneeze so much; WordGirl meets 3 new villains, Gas Gal, Skunk Man, and Pickle Man.
  
• The FrameBecky Gets a Strike: A new villain visits the city; Becky competes against her classmate villains at the bowling lane.
  
• The Legend of the Pumpkin MonsteBecky and the Beanstalk: WordGirl meets the Pumpkin Monster during a camping trip; Becky and her class rehearse the play "Jack and the Beanstalk".
  
• Three Kids and A MonsteClaws: Becky, Violet, and Scoops create a monster called Birdzilla; a new villain named Dr. Claws visits the city.
  
• Down on Luck/Baking up: During St. Patrick's Day, Becky notices that many citizens are having lots of bad luck; Becky and Violet enter a baking contest at school.
  
• Bomber Bill/Dr. Cluckenstein: A new villain attends Villain School; a villain escapes from a movie.
  
• Two Minds Make a Right/Standing High: Becky's new friend Sky helps her with her dancing for the big festival; The 5th Grade students of Woodview Elementary visit a High School for the day.
  
• Tree Man and Mud Man/Frankenweenie: 2 villains cause trouble at the park; a dog comes back from the dead.
  
• Mother Goose Rock N Rhyme (2-part episode): Becky and her class learn about Mother Goose and her nursery rhymes.
  
• Out in the Wild/The Garbage Monster: Becky's class visits the zoo; the Garbage Monster lives at the dump.
  
• The Maltese Becky/Dial WG for WordGirl: Becky has an Indiana Jones-like dream; WordGirl enters a Superhero convention.
  
• Surf's up WordGirl (2-part episode): Becky and her family take a vacation to Hawaii to watch Sky surf but also face an evil island spirit.
  
• Princess Meets Villains/Rated B for Becky: Pretty Princess, Magic Pony and Count Cloudy escape from the television; Becky decides to make her own movie.
  
• WordGirl Farewell (2 part episode): After a villain discovers and reveals WordGirl's duel identity to the city, the young heroin makes a tough decision to hang up her cape for good.