You're a tubby little NEET, bored and horny, in your "MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN" hat, sitting on your computer in the middle of the night, surrounded by cigarette butts, empty wine boxes and the stench of human decay. You browse through adult personal ads due to desperation, until you spot one that says "ALT-RIGHT WHITE WOMAN SEEKS ALT-RIGHT WHITE MAN TO MAKE PURE ARYAN BABIES" After a moment of consideration, you decide to call in, after you've yelled up to your mother to stop screaming down to the basement telling you to get a job. You've told her a hundred times that you can't get a job because you need to be a general in the race war, but she never listens.

The phone rings for a good 30 seconds, you're about to hang up, when a perky female voice answers, "sieg heil!" You whimper your response: "h-hello." The disappointment is thick in your voice. You know that you should find a nice blue-eyed Aryan IRL waifu so that you can make babies to be soldiers in the Great Awakening, but there is a longing deep within you that's crying out, "no, no, not her, give us the chocolate trap pucci we really crave."

After a while of silence, the voice speaks to you again, "So, like, um, you wanna come over and have sex or whatevs?" - you gasp - "Afterwards we can dance badly and eat some mayo straight from the jar. Y'know, master race stuff!"

Your whole body trembles with disgust. Is creating a white ethnostate really worth it if you have to put up with her, and not the beautiful black feminine penis you truly crave?

You tell her you'll meet her tomorrow. Then you go to bed, and masturbate thinking about spreading your inferior white bussy cheeks to let a Nubian trap pound you like you owe her money.

Few days later, you find yourself standing at a gate in an upper class neighbourhood. You are anxious, you wonder if you're in the right place, but you shake away all second thoughts and press the button in front of you. You hear a buzzing sound. A security camera with red led light stares at you. You hear another buzz, and a motor rotating, the gate opens slowly in front of you. You walk through a beautiful well-taken care of garden to the front steps of a huge mansion. You walk up the steps and reach the front door. You press the doorbell. After a while, a young white woman appears and she smiles at you. Your tiny pink pecker immediately deflates at the sight of her inferior mayo body and the overpowering odor of wet dog. She smiles at you whitely and asks you to come in.

The Becky leads you through the huge mansion into a room and asks you to lay down on a bed. Would you like anything to drink, she asks? You manage to stutter "m-mayo," She giggles replies, "coming right up, in the meanwhile, can you have a look at that paper over there on the night table?"

After she walks away whitely, with absolutely no rhythm, you reach for the table, pick up the paper, and begin to read.

"By signing this legal document, along with providing your identification, you guarantee that you are of legal age, that you disavow the mayocide, and that you do not secretly want to rim a 6'3 Basketball-American ladyboy, and that you are truly committed to building the glorious white ethnostate. Not only do you promise that you only love white gussy, but you disavow the sweet taste of black bussy. Should you have problems with being a race traitor, my inbred brothers, proud members of the master race, will beat you until you squeal like a piggie. From here on, you do not think about sweet chocolate trussy, and you will abandon all black chick white dick subreddits. No more watching inter-racial porn with huge white dicks and petite black women, hours per day. No more fantasizing about a black boy with a penis getting caged out of sight for good and until he's put on hormone therapy while his boyhole is turned into a girlhole.

Date:

Sign here:"

You move off the bed and burst into tears. The last thing you want to do is give up black traps forever, but you know that you must resign yourself to fucking this filthy mayo gussy for the good of the master race. Resigning yourself to what needs to be done for the greater good, you grab the pen and sign your name.

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