/authors note/ be advised that the following story contains the gratuitous use of the "N" word. And by the "N" word, I mean nigger. There, I said it.
For the last 15 years, a woman named Korra has been the leading voice of the white-supremacist movement in republic city. Though not sold in any major bookstores, her books "dump truck", "nigger stain", "I smell nigger", and "nigger book" have sold over 690,000 copies combined. Despite her popularity, very few have ever seen her due to her reclusiveness. But in an effort to bring her message to a wider audience, she agreed to give her first public interview ever... But, getting to Korra was an odyssey in itself, riddled with back-country hollows, shifty go-betweens, and palpable danger. But finally, at the end of a narrow dirt road, we find the home of Korra
"Excuse me. I'm not sure we're in the right place. we're looking for Korra... the avatar." the reporter said walking up to the house. "well, look no further, fella, you found her" the black woman on the porch of the house responded "what, you don't think I can write them books? Just 'cause I'm blind don't mean I'm dumb."
How could this have happened? A black white supremacist? our search for answers lead us here, to the home of Mako Huǒyào Korras ex-boyfriend. "well after her fight with the red lotus she lost her sight and her memory due to mercury poisoning. after that, I don't know where she got the notion she was white"
/time skip to Korra's house/
"you've written four books now?" the reporter asked "I've written six books, they've published four" Korra responded. "what would you say is the overall message of your books?" "Sir, my message is simple. Niggers, Jews, homosexuals, Mexicans, Arabs, and all kinds of different chinks stink, and I hate them!"
"I noticed you referred to African-Americans. What exactly is your problem?" "how much time you got, buddy? Where would I start? Well, first of all, they're lazy, good for nothing tricksters, crack smoking swindlers, big butt havin', wide node breathin' all the white man's air. They eat up all the chicken, they think they're the best dancers, and they stink! Matter of fact, my friend Bolin told me that one of them coons came by his house to pick his sister up for a date. he said look here nigger, that's my girl. anyone have sex with my sister, its gonna be me! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a book signing to go to. Asami! Asami, have Bolin load the truck!"