This thing has always been wonky,
held together with duct tape, bailing wire, gum, and the grace of some unnamed deity. The Zone That Was had simplicity and elegance. Sure, no search (who needs it?) and no editing (which actually made us better writers). Word press is a pain in the ass. Better than the TIKI days, though.
Discord is actually pretty good, but I don't trust them.
The Zone That Was resided on Robert's private server in his closet. I liked that. This is out in the cloud somewhere in a server farm.