SCP Community, containment fiction writers everywhere, I know my actions have left a lot of you confused. Let me try to explain my story to you in the best way I know how, by writing it to you.
Since I was 16 years old, and then for more than a decade after that, I poured my heart and soul into SCP. I was deeply closeted and the only way I knew how to make myself happy was writing stories so other people may feel the joy that was lacking in my own heart.
In 2021, after coming out, I left a harsh criticism on a guide I approved while in the late stages of being an incompetent, checked-out and burnt-out administrator. The day before, I had left an essay begging the community for forgiveness because I felt responsibility for the toxic upvote culture that has poisoned so much of the mystery and wonder of SCP writing. When I posted that essay, the staff who I thought were my friends told me they understood what I was going through. It was deleted when I refused to allow a rating module to be placed on it.
When I criticized them though, I was removed immediately.
When I saw what they wrote about me on 05, saying I was engaging in “unproductive discussion” I realized how quickly I had gone from being a colleague to just another problematic person who needed to be dealt with. The PMs I exchanged with my former colleagues went from bland statements encouraging me to “take a break” to pointing out that I had approved the page I was criticizing and implying that I should be quiet about it.
What had been the point of so much struggling to find a place if the second I showed who I truly was and tried to correct for the past, I became a problem to be dealt with and not a human being to connect with in the eyes of these people who told me they were my friends.
How could they treat me like that?
Being treated like an inconvenience when I desperately needed my friends and the community I loved to understand the damage I felt responsible for made me realize how little I mattered to them. I had been contemplating asking for my articles to be removed from the site, and this was what made me make that decision.
I wanted to give it back to you
I wanted to give those empty slots back to the community to make new fresh ideas, new articles that would be full of a writers love for their work and their colleagues instead of being written from a place of emptiness. I wanted my works held on a platform not controlled by staff or anyone else so that egotists like djkaktus couldn’t annex my contributions into his catalog, as he seems to be determined to do now exactly as I feared he would.
Instead of welcoming me and following through on the commitment to author autonomy, the staff balked and held a vote in a venue I could not participate in. This angered me so much that I sent a barrage of PMs through tear-filled eyes denouncing it as a farce and a betrayal and theft. For this, I was given a harassment ban. I said harsh things, but when ten years of my blood sweat and tears were being ripped out of my control I didn’t know what else to do.
I began posting on the SCP KiwiFarms thread, because when I was on staff I knew how religiously they followed its contents even if they mocked it. The staff cannot broker any opposition or suggestion that they can do wrong, and they saw in the KF thread a catalog of their wrongdoing that they thought themselves lucky to have emerged on a website for haters, trolls, and outcasts.
It would have been perfectly legitimate to denounce me for consorting with these people, no matter how credible their allegations were then or are now. But they had to double down with exaggerated lies like that I doxxed people. I was made out as a complete mess to be written off. Just like when they brought up my supposed mental instability in their vote on my works before shutting it down, every micro aggression to accelerate my delegitimization in the community.
My rights as an author, morally and ethically, were violated by the staff. Every single one of my works on the SCP Wiki, rewritten in their same stale slots or sitting awaiting mutilation, is a theft not just from me but from you. A theft from the people on an archive or our own or just here on Tumblr or anywhere else where SCP writing is done for its own sake, for the joy of writing. You are the heirs to my work and it’s legacy, no matter how many upvotes Kaktus and Clef and the other big-shots who don’t need to rewrite my work to be popular will take it for themselves anyways because their egos are insatiable.
SCP belongs to everyone, not the senior staff or well-known names, but to you, and everyone you know who loves the classics and the new and the incredible pieces of containment fiction yet to come. You don’t have to remember me, but remember my plea, never forget that you do not have to submit yourself to a hierarchy that is corrupted on all sides by power-mongering, hushing up sexual abusing members, and a toxic addiction to statistical prowess.
I do not know how this ends, but I know that I have more to do to ensure that a forgetting does not take place because if things continue as they are then SCP and containment fiction will be the playground of narcissism and selfishness.
I am giving it all back to you, and there is nobody in staff or secret discord servers or anywhere else who can say they have more of a right to it than you do.
Be excellent to each other
