Now from the perspective of a relatively old newfag, that is to say, a year and a half into this.
Unlike OP, I grew in this Cult withouth a real promise of more content/drama on the horizon. I understood quite soon that there would be no more Cracky. She's hidden herself well, and I think fortunately she does not share the shallowness of cases like Boxxy or whatever, so we will not have to face such terrible outcome to this Cult.
Cracky's pictures are some of the most beautiful things I've seen in my whole life. Period. I don't care about Olivia this and that if she doesn't Cracky anymore, if she grew up, if she turned into the same shit as everyone else. I don't care about drama or any circlejerkwhatever. I don't care about no shit except for contemplating and preserving the brutal purity and innocence from Cracky-chan.
The idea that in a specific moment, in a specific body such a thing existed, and could create beauty with such depth, has become something really really important in my life.
A few months ago in some thread about her in /b/, a self-proclaimed artist was asking for moar, and moar, and even moar, fascinated and stunned, saying those were the most beautiful pictures he had ever seen.
Those newfags with eyes to see will see when they approach Cracky: so going on with this makes all the sense in the world.