A few years looking back, I think falling out with SCP happened at the right time and it was good for me. Sometimes I miss having an audience of people who appreciated my work and cringe at the mostly-bad rewrites of my creations but at the same time I never owned any of that stuff to begin with.
It kind of stung that people didn’t believe me about the Yurt, or at least not being willing to admit it. That’s my fault for talking about it before I could gather good proof and releasing it piecemeal to a bunch of critical incels to be dismissive of instead of properly organizing it, which I did too late to make a difference. That better proof is here if anyone wants to see what a power-hoarding clique can look like.
I like to think that we made things right in the end. I recruited everyone with legitimate grievances who wasn’t a useless idiot off KiwiFarms, by creating a space where things like Bright being a sex abuser could be brought up to the light without being shut down by SCP staff. He’s still out there but his access to victims is hopefully diminished if not extinguished.
I believe the Cerastes incident played out as it did because we changed the consciousness around staff. People didn’t give them the benefit of the doubt. At least, not in the same way. It was no longer possible to railroad someone into infamy using the Disc process, whoever it was that wrote DISC-J did their share of the work too. The most impactful deleted work of all time.
In the end, the people who were really my friends are still talking to me. Some people might have stayed close if I hadn’t lashed out at them but that’s done now at least. The society for containment fiction continues plugging along in spite of my damnatio memoriae. They’ll never be able to erase me entirely. As time goes on, if SCP persists, I think people will seek me out to talk. I was there for too much for good historians not to be interested in me. I’m always available for anyone who wants to talk.
I’m happier than I have ever been these days. Life is sweet. I hope everyone who wronged me is in a better place because for people to treat me as I was treated they must themselves have been very miserable.