Author's Note: I apologize for my art skills, but I really wanted to get this done and see if people liked the story.
Your name is WALTER WHITE and you are royally fucked. You ran from your exposed house into this aneurysm-inspired shed. Confused, you collapsed somewhere on the floor and had another "enlightening" conversation with your best friend, JESSE PINKMAN. Meanwhile, the footsteps of the imps themselves create a primal fear you have yet to experience in your pathetic 16-year-old life. Sure, you could show them the edge of a blade, but you never possessed a STRIFE SPECIBUS. Even though every child should own one in the days of flooded capitals and hostile people, but your guardians have given you the most sheltered childhood possible. You mull possible options to reclaim the yard that was once your realm.
What should you do?