Reddit Raiders, the legends among keyboard warriors. Safely residing in the "comfy" badlands of a distant place known as Voat, the Reddit Raiders would strike out like the Vikings of old and drop redpills the size of houses on the populace, which would scream in fear or, in the case of furries, hiss and bark at the Raiders. Every so often, a young Redditor would become absolutely astounded at the life a Reddit Raider would lead, and seek to become one. He would embark across a great journey across the internet, first making a stop at The_Donald, a rather large community of people who are well-meaning, but seem to generally be clueless. Sometimes there would be a local cultist appearing in the crowd, praising his Lord and Savior Q. Curious about where such a cult was founded, he would ask the cultist. The cultist, who seemed just like any other citizen of The_Donald, would go on about the "Deep State" and an international cabal running the world. Though taken aback and almost finding humor in the cultist's rambling, he asked where he may hear the word of this Holy Q. The cultist pointed him to the distant island of 8chan, a lawless place akin to pirate hideouts in the Caribbean where all sorts of vice and wholesomeness come together to form one entity. Upon arrival at 8chan, this lone Redditor found that everyone wore a mask, and, upon the citizens discovering he didn't, he was chastised all the way to the local store being called a "newfag", a term used by the locals to make fun of immigrants to the area. Though at first this young Redditor hated his new life he did find solace in some of the humor the locals had. He still needed to find this "Q" entity though. After some scurrying around the dark alleys and odd citizens of the /x/ district, he came upon the /patriotsfight/ district. This was where the word of Q could be heard. Over the next few months this young boy, this Redditor, he would learn much of the wicked ways of the overworld and the cruel people that rule it.  For a time he even began to spout the rhetoric of this Q entity. One night, after a long day of "shitposting", which was a common hobby of the locals, he stopped by a bar and struck up a conversation with a man that seemed foreign as well. After awhile, this boy felt comfort in the man's presence and began to talk about all the things he learned since leaving his home in Reddit. Q, the Cabal, Deep State, evil people being real, all of it. To his surprise though, this well dressed man simply chuckled to himself, not asking any questions or looking at him with disgust. He just chuckled. Seeing the boy's confusion, this foreigner took a large swig of what looked to be a very fine ale, set it down, sighed a bit, cracked a smile, and looked at the boy and simply said "Come with me." It was at this point, unknown to the little Redditor boy, his life would change forever. After walking outside with a firm rain falling, the boy quickly asked "Do you have an umbrella sir?" This foreign man feigned confusion, saying "Why?" as he walked outside into the elements.  Enamored with this mysterious foreigner, the boy followed outside, getting wet accumulating mud on his worn boots. Seeing that the boy was clearly uncomfortable, the man turned, with his clothes sopping wet and (formerly) clean black boots muddied, and he picked up and put the boy on his back, informing him it wouldn't be long til they were out of the rain. Just endure a bit more. The boy, having lived in this district of 8chan for awhile, realized where this man was going. It was the harbor! Why the harbor though? As they approached the harbor, under a dirty streetlamp the boy took a moment to look at the man's clothing. It appeared to be a uniform. Grey, with black accents, and in the reflection of a window he could see the front of the man's chest, which looked to have an eagle holding some sort of symbol. It was too hard to tell though, they were just a hair too far away. Noting the boy's curiosity, the man trudged along with his new friend as they approached a small ship floating at the edge of the harbor on a small dock. There was nobody else around, due to the storm. The man set the boy down and began to board the boat. Turning his left side to him. The boy simply stood in the mud, seemingly confused. The man raised his right arm and pointed to an armband he had on, red, white, and black, with an interesting yet oddly satisfying symbol emblazoned in the center. Smirking at the boy's continued confusion, he displayed his wrist to the boy, which had the words "Reddit Raidergruppen" wrapped around the end of the sleeve like a bracelet sits on the wrist. The boy's face immediately lit up with joy, astonishment, and awe. This was a real Reddit Raider! The young child quickly jumped in the boat and did exactly as the man commanded, telling him to push the boat from the dock and then get some rest.  Upon awakening the following morning, the boy found they were ashore, in a harbor with a bright sun and wonderful smells in the air, unlike that of the island in 8chan, which smelled mostly of alcohol.  The mysterious man, now known to be a Raider, was gone however. As the boy gathered his things and began to enter this new land, a man who introduced himself only as "@gabara" exclaimed "Welcome to Voat niggerfaggot!". The young redditor was astonished at the use of such language, but found humor in such a forward approach from the man. He shook hands and promptly asked where exactly he was. Gabara, dumbfounded, replied "I literally just said you're in Voat, dumbass." Cracking a smile the whole time. The boy, realizing his foolishness, blushed... Then he realized he had made it. He had made it to Voat. After two years he had finally done it. Gabara, seeing the boy's realization, grabbed him around the neck as a big brother would and began to half-drag half-lead him around the place, pointing out all kinds of places he can visit and fun hangouts.  After a short while, the boy was entirely enthralled at this place and couldn't find his words. However, a question remained... The boy asked "Sir, where might I find the Reddit Raiders? Am I able to join?" Gabara laughed, and told the boy to head straight down the street until he finds a newly constructed building with the sign "Cringe Anarchy" outside. After some walking, he began to notice other interesting individuals, though one seemed rather sullen, sitting on a bench. The boy, feeling great and thinking he may be able to help the man (and, approaching, noticed he had a large nose), came over and asked if he needed help. The sad, funny-looking man identified himself as @NosebergShekelman, and exclaimed "Oh, everything is fine goy, but I'VE LOST ALL MY SHEKELLLS!". The boy, not understanding, asked what a shekel was. Noseberg replied, saying how a Shekel was his people's form of currency and is extremely important to their belief system. Realizing the urgency of the situation, the boy told Noseberg he'd get those shekels for him.  After 30 minutes, the boy found many dozens of shekels lying around a place simply known as White Beauty. Not understanding what a man was doing around a beauty store, but thinking there may be more inside, he went in. Everywhere there were pictures of beautiful women, with pasty white skin and the brightest of eyes. The boy, though very young, certainly found interest and stopped in his tracks right at the door. Then, he was shocked to his senses with a gentle laugh by a somewhat older woman, who introduced herself as @Empress. Seeing the boy's embarassment, she laughed and told him it was perfectly fine to enjoy the images, "you are a man after all". The boy, caught in an awkward situation, stammering, asked Empress "Uh... Ma'am... There's this guy on a bench outside named Noseberg, and he's lost his shekels. There were a lot around here and I was thinking maybe there were more inside. Have you seen any?" Realizing the situation a young boy wouldn't, Empress just shook her head in disapproval at Noseberg's actions, and simply told the boy he had way too much to drink one night and NOT to touch any tissues or socks laying on the ground. Though clueless, the boy simply nodded and went on his way, wishing Empress a good day after she had handed him the rest of Noseberg's shekels. On his way back to the bench where Noseberg was, a hooded figure with a mask a few feet away began to follow. The boy wasn't aware however. Upon returning to Noseberg, the boy quickly cheered the man up and returned every shekel to him, at which point he began to do a little jig. A harsh and crisp voice interrupted them however, and there stood the hooded man who was pointing and merely said "Reminder.". Noseberg hissed at the figure, telling him to "go away filthy goy", at which point Noseberg identified the figure as @Tallest_Skil. The boy needed no prompt to express his discomfort toward the hooded figure. Over time, Skil said something about finishing a book and shuffled away. Having completed his "Schicklgrubbing" task, as the boy called it, he walked gleefully down the road to the new building called Cringe Anarchy. Upon entering, he was greeted with shouts and cheers from a number of men armed to the teeth sitting at tables and a bar with phones and laptops out, all smiling and clanging their beers together in celebration of the bew arrival. In the middle of it all, tending the bar, was the mysterious man, arms spread across the bar, leaning on it, smiling. "Welcome home kid."