Jazzy @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

I hate being this weird hybrid of all the worst freaks on the internet cobbled together into a person

Trenton Jones bent down and helped the woman back up, although she didn't know it was him, for the world believes Jones to be dead, all the woman sees is The Nigger Eviscerater. She was terrified, even though this stranger had protected her she didn't know why, what did he want? "I'm sorry Mam, if I hadn't wasted my time I would have been able to prevent it." the bodies of gang bang niggers lied scattered, opened up and messy. This was their rape house, they called it "The Goblins Den". It would never again be used for evil. Trenton made it into his fortress, and the darkie racists learned to stay away.

Trenton Jones found himself at a crossroads, he had two choices, either let the black race continue to get away with it's injustices, or stand up for whites...he thought of his white mama, and the black rapist nigger that was his father. His rage made his choice clear. He would defend the whites, they needed protection, and he would be their protector.

Super Name: The Nigger Eviscerater
Powers: Super endurance, Healing factor, 10 second time-stop
Bio: The Nigger Eviscerater started his life as Trenton Jones, a mixed race young man from a down and out family. One night while working at a train yard, he came upon 5 blacks attempting to rape a white child. He held them off until a police patrol scared them away, but not before being mortally wounded. Trenton Jones died that night, and was buried...only to REVIVE and COME BACK as an avenging ghost, THE NIGGER EVISCERATER!!!

Tfw kamala puts niggers in prison >:3
Tfw donald pardons them >:C

tfw black racists don't have the decency or dignity to say "no thankyou" to ALL white pussy >:C

I'm gonna make that new porn studio and it will have to be underground because filthy racist cucks will say I'm not allowed to make nigger emasculation vids the way THEY do against whites so I'll have to always stay hidden and will have to do it pirate radio style.

I will vow to make the most openly racist porn studio it will be called niggervanish and gimmick will be that before a each scene a nigger will slowly fade out of view before a white takes his place.

Here's an idea for a porn! The black monkey nigger sits down, shuts up, plays in an open septic tank, while beautiful whites fuck 100 yards away, and then they hose him down with a firetruck into a ravine

Alexis Texas did blacked porn and now I'm back to hating niggers I'm sorry maybe I'll change back in a while but right now I fucking hate monkey niggers and ugly mudsharks

I leaned extra hard into map activism because after getting banned from baraag I was extra salty. If that had never happened I'd have not felt the need to push the envelope in terms of good taste. And now there's tons of maps on there! Fuckin bullshit!

I'm tired of letting it get under my skin that a bunch of virgins don't like me anymore!!! I've had sex! Dozens of times! I don't need to feel this way! I'm not a loser! T-T

Imagine antis having panic attacks and feeling like the walls are closing in when it's finally destigmatized... ironically the same way they've made their victims feel for at this point a generation.

Yo the typholsion thing is a psyop to normalize pokephilia in the mainstream prove me wrong

Jazzy: I'm worried people don't like me, I'm worried my old friends on here don't like me anymore.
Claudia: Why
Jazzy: Because they made me feel good
Claudia: *Takes drag* Good feelings fade. All things fade, babe.
Jazzy: I guess...
Claudia: *Taps cig ashes*
Jazzy: You know what I admire about you, Claudia?
Claudia: What?
Jazzy: You have peace, you're not like the other girls I usually go for, I'm Mr. Fixer Upper, but there's nothing to fix about you.
Claudia: Except my anhedonia. *Blows some smoke out passively*
Jazzy: Except your anhedonia. Which is probably the reason this will work so yay for anhedonia.
Claudia: I'm indifferent, but I know it would be inappropriate for me to be a downer so yay. *Gently raises her cigarette-free hand and waves it around in a genuine attempt at mimicking celebration, her face maintaining that placid and passive expression, yet still some true joy disrupted the surface for just a moment, as she felt satisfaction in this moment, for that is how strong his joy was, that it could infect her, and she loved him for it. And they did, indeed, live happily ever after.*