The year is 2046. The Black race has, as a tragic result of their women’s rampant obesity and general ill temperament, ceased to exist.

In their place has sprung up a new ecosystem rife with specimens which – much like the predecessors to the mammalian class – were able to creep from their dens in the shadows and fill the vacancy, diversifying into a plethora of niches.

Powerful and intimidating, the Wiggers prowl the streets of suburban neighbourhoods, staging airsoft drive-by shootings against their rival houses such as Gryiffindor, provided that both parties sign consent waivers. As a pack of these men shuffle by, blaring MF DOOM and sipping Monster, one feels truly that they are the apex predator of this new HOA-approved concrete jungle.

Filling the space left by the modern-day Blerd, the Werd stands in his place; much like the Blerd of today, he enjoys Street Fighter, DBZ, Bladee, and, ehem, big-bootied ladies. There is one crucial difference between the Werd and the Blerd of today, however; While the Blerd chases Fat White Women, the Werd sees the women of his own race adopting the manner of the Black Women of old, and as no blerd worth his salt would be found near a Shaniqua, so too would no Werd a Shanayleigh. As it stood, the Werd had to find a new target of lust – which the Asian woman filled quite well.

There was a natural problem with this, however – being that per capita, there were simply not enough Asians with Voluminous Booties to go around. This catastrophic drought brought many a Werd to suicide, and many more to form Wackcel Armies which swept the nation. Putting ‘Normies’ to death and subjecting any Asian women they came across to weight-gain procedures which can only aptly be termed Architecture (in reference to the late Pierce Brosnan), the Wackcels brough terror in their wake, only being brought to a halt by a video essay which critiqued their actions as a result of Late Capitalism.