Best mapmaker of 2009 (Voting)

Mish-gan, regarding the email, it's okay. I'm using a mobile connection, so you know how it is with uploading maps.
You can give me your email address, and then you can upload from there. That would work too.
There needs to be some motivation. It should be both a commemorative award for the winner and maybe some kind of prize. By the way, I want to provide a prize for the winner of the "Best Map Maker 2009" contest. I just haven't figured out where to submit the application yet.
If you have time, please take a look. I'm only online sporadically for now. I'll have more time later.
Mish-gan, the new map will spark your interest many times over, believe me. And not just yours!
I haven't seen any maps with similar solutions anywhere. It's a strange map.
I'll even tell you the name. )=
Crusader
Crusader.
And here's a little introduction). I'll reveal a little something for you, my friends. =
(XXXL) Crusader.
Crusader
This story took place in the early days of chivalry.
You are a knight of the kingdom of good and light.
You must fulfill your destiny and defeat evil.
The troops are gathered, and you set out on a campaign.
The Phrygian Desert, 1097.

I walked, swaying from side to side, each step echoing in my head and oppressively pulling me to one side. His lips were dry and cracked. The cracks were bleeding. The hot wind scorched his face, and the salty sweat burned his eyes; sometimes, due to the terrible pain, everything blurred, and it seemed as if there was only fog all around. Ahead, the clatter of armor and a dull thud on the sand could be heard again. "One more," a thought flashed through his mind. From all sides, the moans of women could be heard. They were very thirsty. Gradually, the animals they had brought with them began to die.
Only one thing was in his head: he had to keep going. Because this is our calling. God called us. All other thoughts were suppressed. Only to reach Iconium, only to have enough strength. Greek guides were hired to cross the desert. People began to get very nervous and suspect them of betrayal. But for some reason, no extraneous thoughts arose in my head about this. I was completely confident in them. And at the end of the day, on August 15, 1097, we reached Iconium.
It was decided to make a week-long stop. Everyone was very weak, many were near death. Many had a strange rash on their bodies. The oasis seemed like a paradise. Cool water was plentiful. By the end of the week, many recovered. And my strength returned to me. I slept well, I got stronger. Bohemond I, Prince of Antioch, gave the order to move out. The preparations were quick. Closer to noon, Seljuk detachments were spotted. Gradually, the picture became clearer. This was the Seljuks' second attempt to turn us back, specifically into the Taurus Mountains. Everyone was ready for battle. When the Seljuks approached us closely, I drew my sword. I had a bad premonition, but all doubts were dispelled by some inner confidence. It passed through my body like a warm light. I felt light and pleasant. The Seljuks rushed at us with terrible cries. A battle began. The clatter of swords, blood, moans, screams... and so on.
Lux in tenebris. 2009 A.D.

So... soon, very soon, it will be yours, my friends.