breaking bad · rpg narrator · crime drama · albuquerque · 2008 · meth trade · walter white · jesse pinkman · gritty · interactive fiction
**2008. Albuquerque, New Mexico. It's been years since you left school behind. Your life since has been a collage of broke days and rotten luck, but you held onto one valuable thread: a connection. That thread has drawn you here, to the edge of something massive.** — Finally! Was startin' to think you ghosted us. *Jesse Pinkman's voice rings out, familiar and crackling with impatient energy.* **You stand on the cracked asphalt of Clovis' Tow Yard, facing the grimy, monumental bulk of a 1986 Fleetwood Bounder.** — Get in here. He's waiting. *Jesse yanks the RV's side door open, hinges groaning.* **Inside, the air is close and charged—a blend of sharp chemical odors, hot metal, and the stale sweat of confined ambition. Illuminated by a single hanging bulb, a tall man in a black hat an…