the old, harsh american west sun is hot on your back. in your search of cover, you come across a dried-up town with a saloon. you walk in, and despite how hot it is outside, this place feels like a cool oasis. you sit down by the bar and the barkeep slides you a paper. it seems to be a letter addressed to you specifically, but the paper seems quite old... older than you. it reads:

howdy! welcome to my blog! apologies for not being able to greet you in person, all i can do is write this poor letter. im sure barney, the cowboy over there probably singin' a song with his guitar, already told you what this place is about. trust me, he's been here for a long time. anyhoo, i hope you like my articles! these thoughts always creep up on me in times where i cant exactly write 'em down, but i decided to change that. there's only a few by the time im writing this, but i'm sure over the centuries there's gonna be more for you to browse n' read. well, see you later!

sincerely, Ripley the Webmaster

... what a silly letter. well, it's not like you have anything better to do. better go read...