Do you like freedom of speech? Freedom to be a weirdo? Guess who hates that shit? Niggers. Gues who has the highest church attendance stat? Niggers. These are christfags, they are antigay, they are antilove, they are anti everything good pretty much. Thievinest, bragginist, sneakinest, stankinest, bastards I've ever seen in a group has always been blacks. Yes, whites have rotten apples too, but they are shunned...the blacks hoard their rotten apples and protect them and say being a rotten apple is their culture.
Fantasy
In the past, the other races turned on the whites, for petty jealous reasons. They were nearly wiped out. But thanks to the demon sons of the white goddess (mixed race men of white mothers), they were able to survive the cataclysm, and were the founders of the new earth project, without them, the whites, the world would have destroyed itself through race wars.
Fantasy
It's been over 100 years of peace now, and earth is a paradise. MAPs are accepted, along with all paraphilias. The races do not fight, each race has their own sector of the planet, and each sector is shaped so all races have equal raw materials. All unfortunate mixed breeds will have a new nation, a nation for the nationless, a new race, a race for the raceless, they will bea new people, with a new name, and in time, their mish mash of random features will homogenize into a new, genetically stable, race.
I don't flirt very often. Flirtation arouses violent, predatory instincts within me, so I tend to not react to flirting and they eventually stop. I'm nice, and kind, and I avoid making anyone uncomfortable, but when it comes to flirting, my dead eyes look right through the person and I see someone ignorant, because if they knew what I really was they would be disgusted by me. I pity them. I smile, I act polite. But my eyes are dead. I wish there was a monster like me in my life.
Come on racial budies! Racial buddies unite!
Nigger! With the power to make any situation a racial situation!
Spic! With the inexspicable ability to forge documents instantly, simply by looking at them.
Slope! His fathers sword will restore the honor to his family, if he can find out how to get out of his Euger death camp. The sword holds ancient unknown magics.
Pajeet! With the power of his penis equipped whip sword, and his horrid stench.
Crackers! With the power to mind blast any other race into submission, turning them into thralls.
The Trench