what have i created

The acid is working holy shit

[Upbeat Music Playing]

Scene 1: [A vibrant, colorful animation of a car revving up on a hill.]

Narrator: “Get ready for the ride of your life with Hill Climb Racing 2!”

Scene 2: [Quick cuts of different vehicles performing stunts and races on various terrains.]

Narrator: “Join Newton Bill as he conquers the hills in the most exhilarating racing adventure!”

Scene 3: [Showcase of vehicle customization options, with vibrant paint jobs and wheel upgrades.]

Narrator: “Customize your ride, defy the physics, and become the king of the hill!”

Scene 4: [Split-screen showing multiplayer races, with players competing in real-time.]

Narrator: “Challenge your friends or race against the world in our live multiplayer action!”

Scene 5: [Display of the game’s achievements, leaderboards, and rewards.]

Narrator: “Climb the leaderboards, earn achievements, and unlock exclusive rewards!”

Scene 6: [A player cheering as they cross the finish line, with confetti falling.]

Narrator: “Hill Climb Racing 2 - More than just a game, it’s a hill-climbing phenomenon!”

Scene 7: [The game’s logo appears with a call to action.]

Narrator: “Download now and start your engine! Hill Climb Racing 2, available on all app stores.”

[End with the sound of a car zooming past and upbeat music fading out.]

Acid

Me fr

This acid ain't shit

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange – uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [Walt points to the bruise on his face left by Hank in "Blood Money."] I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.