My thought process meanders and migrates like a flock of drunk birds careening towards an unseen window, so I'll be extremely rambly here. Bear with me, if you care enough.
My journey on the SCP side of things: like most writers here, I'm ex-SCP. I had joined that site in the hopes of improving myself as a writer. The first thing I'm greeted with when I join is this incredibly backassed system involving making a new email with no numbers, followed by waiting a day or two for acceptance (or denial), only to then have to go through more convoluted nonsense in order to make an IRC account. After about three eternities and and sixteen backflips later, I finally join, and the first thing I'm met with is a high ranking member immediately hating my guts and targeting me and poking and prodding at me for everything I'm worth at every little turn, just because they can.
In ignorance of this little shitstain's targeting (as well as perhaps subconscious spite), I continue to write, ideate and mingle with others, getting on good terms with multiple users, and gaining a relatively small but satisfying amount of limelight.
Pretty soon, I dig up the age old news on SCPedo, but I continue to write anyways on this site, because my initial high upvote counts were so damn intoxicating. Over time, I stopped writing seriously there, but stayed anyways because of lingering attachments.
Then I realized how much more dirt SCP senior staff really had. Even then, I stayed for the presence of some people I was very fond of. However, seeing absolutely disgusting vermin wave around internet clout and elitism while continuing to pretend that they're not pedophiles and continue to pretend that they aren't pieces of shit…pushed me further and further away until I came here.
I got off lucky. I could have ten years earlier and been groomed. I could have been cyberstalked and harassed. But I kept my head down and did what I loved, which was write.
After far too long, I realized that SCP wouldn't help me grow as a writer. So, I bid goodbye to some friends, and I came here.
To the 'lesser SCP that harbors bigots and only ever writes Series 1 trash.' The 'lesser SCP' that welcomed me with open arms, continually surprised me with their incredibly high quality writing at every single turn, and that actually has a diverse community.
My journey on the RPC side: I joined here briefly then left because I was afraid big daddy SCP would ban me if I stayed long enough. After a short while, I regretted it and came back. When I left twice, 
Almarduk had actually sent me a friend request as an olive branch. I accepted and we got decently buddy buddy. I bug them over the most minute shit all the damn time and they've been nothing but patient with me, so clearly they're nice :'D
For a while, I stayed on SCP and snuck sideways glances at RPC, always wondering what it'd be like if I just made the jump. So I did. I look back all the time, but I'm here to stay.
Because unlike SCP, RPC actually treats writing with respect.
Not that anybody outside of RPC will ever believe that…too many people are brainwashed by the mudslinging that SCP has mercilessly delivered onto RPC. Oh well. That's life.
My journey with SCP Commune and Etoisle's posse: Can I even call this a journey? It's more like…me occasionally sneaking in glances, seeing people act weird as fuck, then suddenly discovering that Etoisle was grooming a minor. Hm…the Admin of a writing community turning out to be a pedophile.
After a while of witnessing this nonsense, I just stopped being angry. Just disappointed.
SCP is too obsessed with clout chasing and shit talking RPC.
Etoisle and hir posse are too obsessed with being weird and…shit talking RPC.
And RPC is, so far, the only place with actually sane moderators.
So yeah. Here I am. The moment I jumped ship from SCP and went to RPC, I re-discovered that old spark I had for writing. It's amazing how quickly freedom can heal someone's soul, isn't it?
