To Whomever finds this message...
It has been a year to the day since I was trapped in this strange, threatening place. I cannot easily describe it, for it changes on a whim: some days it's a desert island, then after a night's sleep, it seems to transform into the surface of the moon. No rhyme or reason, no pattern, no predictions. I could spend a day on the top of a freezing mountain, or weeks in a lightless subterranean cavern. Most mysterious of all, I always find resources and supplies roughly nearby: whether they were left here by some predecessor, or placed here by whatever nameless presence is keeping me here, I cannot say.
Two hundred and thirty mission logs have been sent in whatever vessel I hope will reach civilization. Since then, many things have occurred: I've been in contact with authors, journalists, artists and scholars; I've taken the banner of Howardom all across the internet; I've conversed with a little community of like minds. On occasion, I've found that I can interact with the outside world, yet I suspect my messages are being tampered with, for in none of the responses do my contacts address my situation. Something doesn't want the world to know I am here - but they will let people know I exist. Why?
Currently, the place has the form of a jungle. There is something in the bushes. Big. No telling what's lurking out there. Better check it out...
So it's been a year to the day that The Blog That Time Forgot went online. It's been great fun, and I'm immensely appreciative of everyone who's commented, read, linked or lurked here.
I think it's about time the place got a little decoration: I'll be overhauling the site over the next week. It won't be too different, I hope, but it'll be nicer to look at.
Once again, thanks to everyone!