[ WP ] You are scrolling through r/WritingPrompts , when this very prompt catches your attention . Intrigued by it 's meta nature , you debate with yourself whether or not you 'll write about it .

The redditor's face was lit by the screen of his computer. He scrolled down his home page, indulging in the most recent popular posts of his favorite subreddits. 
 
 He smirked to himself as he scrolled past a piece decrying Trump as a loon, spent a good minute admiring the r/place mural, and rolled his eyes at the latest wave of garbage brought in on the tides of r/comedycemetery. 
 
 Then, it caught his eye. 
 
 [ WP ] You are scrolling through r/WritingPrompts when this very prompt catches your attention. Intrigued by its meta nature, you debate with yourself whether or not you'll write about it 
 
 He continued scrolling. 
 
 He spent another minute on a Steven Universe Tumblr, laughing at poorly made comics about gay space rocks. But as he scrolled through, his mind wandered to the prompt. 
 
 Then he asked himself: how many prompts had he seen before? 
 
 He remembered his first day on Reddit. He had originally subscribed so he could discuss Gotham, then his new favorite show. The next day, he downloaded the mobile app, and as he scrolled through the home page, he saw it. His first prompt. 
 
 He did n't remember what it was, only that it involved numbers of course. He had promised himself to return and write the prompt when he got the time. 
 
 He never did. 
 
 Almost a year and aught a written prompt to his name. 
 
 He loved writing, how was it then that he had not written anything? Surely, if he could spew out a couple dozen pages of Sephiroth battling the xenomorphs, he could do a simple prompt! 
 
 But he had n't. 
 
 It occurred to him then how really shallow his experience on the platform had been. He remembered the Overwatch Sombra ARG. People searching desperately for a new character, and he did nothing. The r/place project? Not a single pixel placed. Oh, he laughed at it and clapped and said How Swell! But never participated. 
 
 Maybe, maybe this was what they meant, about the Internet. That it just ca n't truly nurture curiosity, ca n't inspire or promote anything tangible. 
 
 No, no he could n't accept that. Not after the years of defending himself from people who did n't understand. He could n't. 
 
 So, he closed out of the Tumblr. 
 
 He scrolled up. 
 
 He clicked on the prompt. 
 
 And then, /u/RevolverOcelot420 wrote: 
 
 The redditor's face was lit by the screen of his computer... 

