Doch jetzt weiß ich nicht mal mehr

The existing process we're using is pretty damn good, and sure, polycrystalline meth is beautiful in its own way, but sometimes I wanna grow a nice big single crystal, just for the hell of it. As big as it gets. Not that crystal structure would matter to the end user, but... I think it could be fun, showing Jesse how it works.

Mission statement

Change and causality are central concepts in Breaking Bad. In line with these themes, the main goal of this blog is to explore just how differently things could've gone if different choices had been made, or different circumstances had come to pass. Tiny changes cascading into unexplored worlds of possibility--deterministic chaos, in other words. This is very much a what-if kind of blog.

Roleplaying

I have a really hard time finding posts on the dashboard, so I often track blogs via RSS instead of following them. So even if I don't follow you, or don't follow back when you follow me, that doesn't mean I don't wanna RP with you. :)

Honestly, I value content over style and length consistency. One-liners are more than welcome here.

I don't multiship.

I also have a blog for Mike: badassgrandpa. It's a secondary blog.

Activity level

This is currently my top-priority blog.

With a low groan, Walt raised one hand and moved it gently in the universal sign for keep it down; my head’s gonna explode if I don’t have perfect silence. For the longest moment, he didn’t move, didn’t say anything. Then, after fumbling around to retrieve his glasses from where he’d carelessly discarded them the night before, he put them on and sat up, and only then did he venture a slow, bleary look around the room, mouthing, What…?

Stiff, aching joints; a briefcase that was ajar and seemed jammed full of bills; and, most disturbing of all, a gun he didn’t recognize-- All evidence of some kind of disaster he somehow couldn’t remember at all.

As opposed to what? Non-human? Walt nearly retorted, but he kept the jab to himself.

This was an unpleasant question, one that churned up the mud of old memories best left buried. He frowned as ugly little bits and pieces started coming back to him in spite of himself—a cheery parade of slights and embarrassments and mistakes. Mistakes that, even after all these years, he couldn’t bear to glance furtively at like a student cheating on a test, much less acknowledge out loud in front of a stranger.

Essentials

This is a roleplaying blog for Walter White from Breaking Bad. I am in no way affiliated with Bryan Cranston or the creators of the series.

This blog contains references to the production and distribution of methamphetamine, as well as other criminal activities and plenty of violence. All of the events described are fictional. I do not condone these activities, and Walt's actions and opinions do not reflect my opinions as a writer.

Roleplaying

I'll RP with anyone without prior plotting. Feel free to send an ask, submit something, reply to an open post or start something in the #enantiopurity tag.

The default point in the timeline for this Walt is Season 2, but I’m 100% flexible when it comes to setting.

Both Walt and I are well over legal age.

There's no need to ask permission before trying to hurt or kill him, though death and injuries may be impermanent across threads.

I always play by the golden rule of improvisation: "Yes, and--"

Posts on this blog are likely to be text-only.

Credits