[ WP ] The most elite communities of the world have , over time , been secretly building massive hidden cities for whatever reasons they want . Personal , Recreational , Militaristic , and much more , they were underground , underwater , and in the sky , but have remained hidden for many years , until now ...

They were n't just cities, like most people said, and very few of them were actually underwater in the conventional sense. They were magnificent. Whole civilisations built leagues beneath the ground, full of wonders that we had n't even imagined beforehand, some of the brightest minds of the last three generations co-opted by the ultra wealthy to build a world for them to play in. 
 
 What was most remarkable was that they were all filled with people. Life had, err, found a way underground. Without laws holding them back they had built an amazing land of illegally created and genetically engineered beings of a hundred different races. Some were conventional... Just your standard fantasy races made by a loony rich guy. Others were stranger, impossible to have thought of before but marvellous in the flesh. 
 
 We thought it was a utopia; a fantasy fans wet dream. A secret underground world to escape from, and a place for old used up soldiers like me, my legs blown off by an UEB, to relive our glory days. I was barely there a week before I found a scientist, dubbed technomancers by the queer inhabitants of this underground paradise, who grew me a new pair of legs. I felt like I was in heaven. 
 
 I was wrong. 
 
 The first sign came when I was in Fordia, the Ford family's private monument to themselves, and the only majority human city. It came when a member of the family, bedecked in clothes too fabulous for the world above, came riding past in an open topped car and was met with the classic Roman Salute. Oh shit. 
 
 I was quick to contact a friend, high above in the science fiction-esque world in the sky. He had similar concerns, having spent a month in McDonnell-ville and had found a strangely loyal state dedicated purely to advancing the family that owned it. A family that had practically vanished from the real world in favour of the one above. I brushed it all off. Bad move. 
 
 I got a job working for the Ford's; a gun for hire in their seemingly endless war against the Bonaparte family. The two families shared a tunnel, the huge corridors hewn into rock that connected the myriad of cities, and, as a result, shared the same fusion reactor. Theoretically Unlimited power was all well and good but, in a world where necessity had limited the amount of resources they could steal from the real world, power was fairly scarce. When the Underdwellers had revealed themselves it had stopped being a problem, especially with the U.S. Army being burnt to a crisp when it attacked them. The war carried on. 
 
 I was happy. If fought amongst my own kind, fellow Ground Dweller mercenaries, and amongst the Zealous Underdwellers working for the Fords. We slipped into a rhythm; they'd stay out of our shit, and we'd stay away from their crazed worship of the Ford family. It was all great until we saw what they did to their non-human prisoners. 
 
 They would burn them alive outside the gates of New Paris every day, the smell of burning flesh wafting into the city. Everyday they were pushed right back to Fordia, and every day thousands more died in the senseless conflict. Occasionally larger forces, like the Rotschild Confederacy, would come by and offerings would be made to the `` Greater Gods'' - the richest of the rich, with their multiple cities and vast mechanised armies. No one liked it, but if you messed with the Ritschilds's, Gates', or Rockerfellers' then you got turned to ash and glass faster than you could say `` Collapsing tunnel''. 
 
 I got out three years in. The day after New Paris fell was the worst mass genocide in history. Ten million non-humans killed in a single day, and another twenty million in the two week orgy of murder that followed. I'd been in Darfur as a UN Peace-Keeper. I thought I'd seen it all, and that the Underdwellers could n't possibly be worse than us. I was wrong; the paradise the rich had created was nothing more than a testament to what I now hold as two undeniable truths: no one is good, and utopia only exists for those rich enough to not see the grim realities they create. 
 

