[ WP ] Reddit finally secured funding to build a vast metropolis in its likeness . It is broken up into boroughs and cities , which represent subreddits . Every aspect of this mega city has been designed specifically to cater to and sustain millions of redditors . Describe your experiences here .

Looking down from the rolling hills and vast forests above the vast metropolis formerly known as Reddit, the occupants of a fringe group, watched as the city under them frolicked, while other parts imploded; infighting, riots, attacks. So many pointless wars and engagements sprawled through this gleaming beacon of what once stood for hope and prosperity. While others kept to themselves, joyfully fawning over images of kittens and puppies and the occasional reptile, or comparing what Misty might look like with less and less clothes, in a variety of compromising positions. Some lurked, passing seamlessly from each borough to the next, and random phrase, comment, or even occasional up vote. While the city was up to its usual nonsense, above them in the never ending dirt roads, rocky trails and never ending gliding paths through forests bathed in an ambient green or amber light, a small convoy chugged through the mud, grinding gravel and snap of low hanging branches, some had tried to follow these odd souls in their adventure, and their skeletal remains of once great iron beasts littered their once pristine landscape. The convoy ground to a halt. A behemoth of a vehicle blocked their way, easily removed with a strong winch, or maybe even some elbow grease, but instead was recklessly abandoned. The convoy dismounted, tool bags and torches were n't something to be left behind on this trek. The users surrounded the vehicle, pulling off body panels, tires, electronics, everything the could be taken and used for repairs, or sold off to pay for what they needed. The vehicle was no more within minutes, the very frame of the vehicle had been cut to smaller, more manageable pieces and hauled off. 
 
 This was the land of R/Jeeps. 
 
 The users were often seen in the boroughs and neighborhoods near the beginning of their trails, often searching for supplies, spare tools, even new Jeepers who had n't yet discovered their heavenly mountain home. 
 Two users stood next to each other, never straying too far from their precious rigs. A group approached them, loudly complaining of the smell of exhaust, and the dual trails of mud that now littered the dusk bathed glowing streets 
 
 `` what makes you think we want these things parked on our street?'' barked one 
 `` I hate how these smell, everything should be electric, it's so much better for our environment.'' 
 
 Our duo glanced at each other, sighing as they ignored the harsh words of this group of environmental activists. Their community worked hard, day in and day out to preserve their precious home, picking up garbage from the late night parties left over by users of so many subreddits that would search for the serene privacy to enjoy themselves. 
 
 `` why are we here again?'' 
 `` one of them is a prior jeeper, decided to give up the life after kids and a wife came along, said it cost too much. So we're here to collect his rig, he wants it to go to a good home.'' 
 
 The user in question had previously been a senior in their community, often leading expeditions into more difficult territory, and when the news had broken of his wife's pregnancy, their had been celebrations, but the fear that once again, a jeeper would be forced out, a heartbreaking event for even the most seasoned of the veterans. 
 
 The garage door of the brick and wood facade duplex began to roll upwards, revealing the old Wrangler that had been brought back from the dead. This event should be a somber one, but the way the old man departed left a bad taste in the mouth of other Jeepers. It was well known the kind of comradery between them, seldom had a fellow Jeepers request for help gone unheard, but the old man had told the seniors that they could n't be trusted with his family. Too many risk takers, too many who went full throttle for each other, but for Jeepers, family was everything, and being told that your community, that others had brought their sons and daughters into, was not a safe place had burned his bridge. 
 
 The duos names were Tyler, older by only a handful of years, and Danny, who had stumbled upon this place by coincidence. They were fast friends, but Tyler was renowned for being hot headed, he took the old mans words personally, himself being a third generation. 
 
 Tyler approached the old man, who refused to make eye contact, who then handed over the keys. Tyler snatched them, putting the jeep into neutral while Danny attached the tow hooks. 
 
 `` you'll take good care of her, wo n't you? `` 
 
 Tyler ignored him, but Danny spoke up 
 
 `` sure, there's a new kid looking for a rig, and she'll love this one'' 
 
 The man disappeared inside, and the duo left. 
 
 Tyler plucked his cb radio from its cradle 
 `` fuck that old man.'' 
 Danny shrugged 
 `` he made his choice man. Let's just get this rig home'' 
 Tylers grin was obvious through his tone 
 `` you found this one for that girl, did n't you? `` 
 Dannys embarrassment was also obvious 
 `` kind of...'' 
 `` come on, let's go impress this girl''
