Title:           The adventures of Neganorman
Author:          MetalGearANON
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First Edit:      Monday 14th of April 2014 12:02:19 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 14th of April 2014 12:02:19 AM CDT

Story 1:
>Be Neganorman.
>Also known by the extremely racist peers as Nigganorman.
>It hurts being the only black kid in this school.
>All the watermelon and grape drank jokes.
>I don't even like grape flavored drinks.
>And the worst part?
>There is no such concept of racism.
>Just "black people are inferior."
>Which is hilarious considering I am decently ranked in the school's GPA list, and I'm probably above average when it comes to income.
>But it doesn't seem to matter, and it's all because of how your first day went.
 
>It was a pleasant morning on your first day of a new school.
>The parents decided to move to a more open area from the city, and you were relatively okay with it.
>Cities are dangerous places, after all.
>Upon entering the building that is Equestria High, you were greeted with a lack of attention.
>Which was preferred.
>Being in the spotlight never suited you.
>The halls were crowded with students meeting up after a long summer break apart, and you were making extra effort trying to not disrupt their pleasantries.
>To your delight, everyone here seemed to be extremely more diverse than your old, mostly black public school.
>Looking around, you saw people with skin colors that you didn't even think possible!
>As you open the locker designated as yours, you mutter your joy softly.
"Sheeeeeit. All dese colors be tripping."
>Within seconds of uttering that, your locker is slammed shut.
>The perpetrator is a girl with slightly dimmed white skin, and hair that reminded you of bacon.
>"What did you just say?"
>Oh hell.
>She heard you.
"Ey, yo. I ain't be sayin' nuthin. Jus' nevah seen so much color like dese peeps. Ya feel me?"
>The bacon haired beauty looks perplexed, but only for a moment.
>She then turns to face the crowd and shout.
>"This nigger thinks we're a bunch of weird colored freaks!
>You panic slightly at the sudden angry lash of the crowd.
 
"Sheeeeit. I ain't be tryin' to say dat! I jus ain't nevah seen yah colors 'fore. I ain't hatin', yo."
>Despite your pleas for understanding, the many colored faces of the school squint into anger.
>Shit.
>Is this how Martin Luther King Jr. felt?
>You don't want to cause anymore trouble, so you start making your way to class.
>And the students heckle you every step of the way.
>"Nigger, quit stealing everything!"
"Sheeeeit. I ain't nevah stole shit. I work fo it."
>Reasoning does not seem to work, as another student immediately continues the harassment.
>"Why don't you use your food stamps to eat instead of selling them for drugs, you porch monkey?"
>Well shit.
>It's going to be a long year.
 
Story 2: Four Horsemen of the Bukakalypse
 
>Day four horsemen in human!Equestria.
>Be Neganorman.
>Today has been a relatively peaceful day.
>Nobody has tried lynching you yet, and the water fountains labelled "White Only" were not being supervised.
>Considering your lack of water intake due to such a sign being in place, you decide to have a nice, cool drink.
>As you bend over to drink from the crystal clear stream of life's liquid, a finger taps your shoulder.
>You turn to face the offender when shock overcomes you.
>A guy dressed in mixed looking camouflage with a horse mask-
>Yes, a fucking horse mask.
>- is staring at you.
>He has a small green folding shovel in one hand, and...
>Some kind of horse plushie in the other.
"Uh yo. Wassup, homie?"
>Oh shit, your lingo is getting old school.
>You're getting nervous.
>The odd man simply points his shovel to the "Whites Only" sign and brings it back to his side.
"Oh, dat? Jus' a lil' thirsty, ya dig? Ain't be no fountain fo' no niggas like me here."
>He stands perfectly still before raising his shovel.
>Leaping back into a flinching defense, you try and reason with him.
"Ey man, we be cool. We ain't got no bad blood. Ain't no sense in beating the black outta mah ass. Sheeeeeeit."
>Your diplomacy ends quickly when the masked stranger smashes the shovel into the nozzle of the found, breaking it off.
>He then turns around and puts the small plushie under himself as though he were riding it.
>A muffled voice comes forth as a shout.
>"Now my waifu, we ride to bring justice to the universe! HI HO OCTAVIA, AWAY!"
>As a child does with a stick horse, he starts "galloping" forward.
>Before long, he has an inhuman spring to his pace as if a real horse were taking him to his destination.
>He turns the corner and disappears without a trace.
>The ending lunch bell rings and the halls flood with kids unaware of the strange rider.
"Sheeeeeit."
>"Hey, that nigger is trying to drink from OUR fountain!"
>Shit.