I see the way this project gets talked about and it's not fun. You may not notice it, but I'm here with you and I see what you're saying. Gary and Adam aren't.

It's a travesty that anyone is even reading this. What's going to be a second travesty is the fallout and consequences of my spontaneous, ill-prepared way of addressing anyone who accesses the website today. I'm doing it because I feel a compulsion to, similarly to how you feel compelled to comment weird shit about a thing you don't get.

SML Wiki is concurrently more, and less important than I see people very loudly declare. It matters to me, but not that much, because it easily could have existed in the form of a video or a game instead and none of you would've heard about it. It didn't exist to make sense or impress people, or be made an example of an "ARG" or "cool anti-ARG" - in fact, those groups of expectations came as a horrifying shock.

I can't handle the fact that my friends were killed when they were just teenagers. I miss them and I never got over it. I started the project to cope with my depression by making something they would've appreciated themselves. And when I tell you they would've loved this, I mean it. I knew them well. This would've been "the shit" to us if someone else made it 10 years ago. I didn't think I would be putting myself in the position I'm in right now when I actualized that ambition, a spot where I have to defend myself for coping with grief, and get called either the absolute worst or absolute greatest whatever-the-fuck day to day. I was just trying to get something out of my system.

Adding to the website beyond the point of "they would've liked this" was utterly compulsive too. I got caught in this trap of "now that I gotta keep going, how do I make a SuperMarioLogan creepypasta good?" (You can't. That's retarded.)

I am at the point today where I conclude, in solace, that the work I put into this website sincerely amounts to nothing. Almost nobody understood it when it was available because it was hardly meant to be understood in the first place. We were all wrong about each other - you reading this were wrong about me, I was wrong about you, and that's ok. We can all go home now and pretend like none of this ever happened.

The website will probably be back whenever it existing in the first place stops making me feel sick to my stomach. You're taking a break with me. This shit sucked anyway.