You are hand-lettering your name onto the bullets that will be used against you, should Cyberfrog ever join Kermit, and the pixelated amphibians from Frogger, in the mainstream. Those hand-engraved bullets, if they were real and not part of some extended metaphor, would probably be worth something to collectors. As things stand they will be loaded into the magazines of the pink-camo assault rifles that Gail Simmone once hallucinated while on the brink of a sugar coma, and then fired back at you during the most inconvenient moment imaginable.
The problem isn't going to be Anal Preston, or the Comic Book Hut, broadcasting from within the folds of his blanket fort, in the feeble, Chinese-battery-induced glow of a cheap Spiderman flashlight, that came taped to a front of the magazine that his mum brought him as a reward for being brave at the dentist. These people are ridiculous and a danger only to themselves. They should probably be made to wear kneepads and cycle helmets at all times.
The problem is going to be the psychopaths who continually worm their way into semi-legitimate positions and who will gleefully and disingenuously bombard any company that chooses to work with you with your incriminating words or actions. These companies aren't going to take the time to immerse themselves in the lore of the border soap opera, only with worse acting, that is ComicsGate. They are going to smell approaching trouble, weigh the risk vs the reward, and likely bail.
The streams bring in money and function as promotional vessels, but they breed a lot of spergery on all sides and exacerbate tensions into a war without end that, every so often, results in somebody doing something truly exceptional. There is going to be a toll to pay somewhere down the line, even if you are a talented artist who occasionally, in the blue glow of their computer monitor, resembles Thanos's brother, who decided to kick back by his pool in New Jersey.
Zack's approach is going to have a longer tail. He comments on some of the drama, but he doesn't make himself a part of it. He is building a business . I watched a video of his quite recently where he mentioned that it had occurred to him that, as a publisher, he needed to start acting like one. Some may find this stance dull, though personally I find Zack's ongoing quest to avoid pockets of sun glare, while obtaining breakfast burritos made to his exacting specifications, to be riveting entertainment. I would happily watch a pretentious indie movie that was just that.