(Again this is definitely over the top for sure, but I just couldn't help myself because I've been wanting to write more crazy hood stuff forever, so enjoy and yes I'm actually white, but have absolutely no problem writing about crackers being murdered in cold blood by black people!)

In 1994 Amy Smith was just minding her own business as she walked down Grierson Street at two in the afternoon, wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts, along with white tennis shoes and her long brunette hair was parted down the middle as well, but before the young woman could reach her boyfriend Jacob's house, she was suddenly struck in the head by an extremely powerful blow from behind, courtesy of one Michael Tarver who worked as a bouncer inside the Platinum Sports Bar & Lounge, which was a notorious Moss Point nightclub famous, or rather infamous for multiple stabbings and shootings over the years, but this six foot four, two hundred and sixty pound thirty year old black male had absolutely no desire to join a gang, or make any kind of impression upon anyone whatsoever, because he was on a solo mission to take out as many of these goddamn crackers as possible, so the unfortunate Amy's neck was almost instantly broken by Michael's powerful blow, while her fucking head cracked open after landing on the cold, hard concrete not too far away from Jacob's place of residence, but this particular criminal knew what the deal was between both people, so he quickly walked over and knocked on the front door, before moving behind the house's left side and out of view for the time being, so that Jacob would open it and see his poor girlfriend's dead body staring right at him in utter disbelief!

Jacob gasped in shock but before even so much as a scream could echo from his throat, Michael used both size and speed to land a very formidable blow against the clean cut, much smaller man's left jaw, easily breaking it after closing the short distance in only a few seconds, but as the second white victim collapsed against the unforgiving concrete, no doubt already knocked the fuck out only moments earlier, Michael decided to claim yet another life by ruthlessly stomping on the soon to be dead person's head, back, ribs and other various body parts as well, the insane expression on his face telling just how much he hated crackers in general, so after screaming more than once he definitely knew that this stupid piece of shit would never move nor breath again! Several witnesses saw the entire thing unfolding before their very eyes, yet none of them would cooperate with the police investigation which followed, other than to lie by saying that it was in fact a white man who did this, and of course he was just some jealous former boyfriend of Amy's, which resulted in the cops getting nothing but dead ends while the real killer managed to, at least for the time being, remain free while these senseless murders went unsolved but chances are, Michael would eventually be participating in one or more knockout games while the hood stayed quiet about it, because deep down inside they secretly enjoyed watching these white motherfuckers being slaughtered by this highly aggressive black man, whom to them represented some much needed and well deserved payback for many years of racial abuse and blatant discrimination!