JAUNE CALLS EVERYBODY A FUCKING NIGGER
Today was a great day at BEACON academy, or, as Jaune Arc would eventually say, NIGGER ACADEMY.
I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT THE FUCK EVEN HAPPENS IN THIS PLACE, I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I WATCHED THIS PIECE OF SHIT SHOW.
SO JAUNE was in his DORM ROOM (HE IS PART OF TEAM JNPR, ALSO KNOWN AS JUH-WUNPER OR, as Jaune would say, BNNN or BASED NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER) READING Brenton Tarrant's MANIFESTO When SUDDENLY I don't fucking know, Pyrrha asked him what's up.
"What's Is Ups John?" Pyrrha asked the same way I'd ask your mother to have sex with me.
"NIGGER YOU ARE A NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER" Jaune retorted suavely and caved her fucking skull in with the most based piece of literature ever written in the 21st century.
"NIGGER" Jaune whispered calmly into Ren's ears as he sauntered out of his bed and raped Pyrrha's still warm body.
"JAUNE!? WHAT THE FUCK!" Nora Valkyrie (Or as Jaune would eventually call her, NIGGER "NIGGER" NIGGERIE" screeched out of stupidity and unenlightenment.
"Hello there, Nigger 'Nigger' Niggerie..." Jaune drawled possessively. The sheer force of testosterone emanating from his voicebox immediately transformed Nora into a mindless sex-slave, as all redheads should be.
Cocking his cock (which pulverized what remained of Pyrrha into a fine red mist by this point), Jaune backflipped (or NIGGERFLIPPED) into team Ruhwubby (Or as Jaune would call them, NNNJ or NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER JEW)'s dorm and crushed Weiss Schneestein's ugly fucking Jew head with a single strike of his magnum dong.
Blake Belladonna (OR AS JAUNE WOULD SAY, "LIVESTOCK") had black hair. Black. Hair. BLACK. HAIR. BLACK HAIR. BLACK HAIR. BLACK HAIR. HER HAIR IS MADE OUT OF MICROSCOPIC GODDAMN NIGGERS!
"Oh no, no, no, HUGERUMP NIGGERDONNA," Jaune ejaculated in a friendly way, "You can't have NIGGER HAIR. They're stealing your scalp!" He knew the niggers were stealing Blake's scalp because even the blood that was supposed to drip down her face was being microscopically stolen. WHY DO NIGGERS EVEN STEAL? THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE THE INTELLIGENCE TO DO ANYTHING WITH THE GOODS THEY'RE NABBING! THE PSYCHOLOGY OF THE NIGGER IS TRULY A PERPLEXING SUBJECT.
Jaune stroked his cock and mayonnaised all over Blake's niggers (or as Jaune would say, PAVEMENT MITES), whitewashing them and finally raising the crime and unemployment rate from 100% to zero. Blake's hair now had a healthy platinum sheen, made out of aryan chad ubermensch.
There were two more NIGGERS left unaccounted for (NIGGER Rose and CHING-CHONG-GONG, also known as a YEEGER, as Jaune would say). It seemed that they fled the vicinity while Jaune was busy colonizing. Just as the Reichsfuhrer-SS was about to search for them, a powerful opponent stood in his way. It was none other than the vicious OZPIN MARX SHEKELSTEINIKOV, a Russian-Jewish (or, as Jaune would say, EL ORCO DE LAS ISRAELITAS) Psychologist and Sexologist known for his "research" into gender identity, making billions of lien every year from tricking mentally ill men and faunus alike into mutilating themselves instead of getting psychiatric help.
"Jaune, you have done well in converting the once brainwashed masses into White Supremacism," Ozpin snidely patronized Jewishly. "However... you've overlooked one simple thing."
"And what could that possibly be?" Jaune interrogated in an Aryan fashion. "Are you going to call in your six gorillion legions?"
"No, Jauney boy, something far more amusing."
The banker elite produced a mirror and held it in front of Jaune, letting him gaze back... at his coal-black complexion.
"You were never Nordic, Jaune. You are the nigger."
And then Jaune was a gypsy.
TO BE CONTINUED...?!