Vol I

I've decided to keep a journal, chronicling my journey across this wide multiverse. I intend to find every fright and fear these worlds have to offer. I'll discover all the bumps in the night, the winds in the curtains, and the monsters hiding under the bed. For you can't have heroes without monsters, and courage without fear.

And that's where our story should start. Fear.

Before my collection of  tales ever began, I was fasniated with the nursery tale of the Grim.  All the caretakers would say is the Grim, a pumpkin headed fiend would get the children if they didn't brush their teeth, or didn't go to bed.

I admired the Grim, and how frightened the other children were of it.  I searched for it high and low, and one day decided maybe it would come to me if I wore a pumpkin on my head.  Oh how the children shrieked and ran to their beds.

In that moment my planeswalker spark ignighted.  I was Grim Von Gravely, and I set off to find the Grims of the rest of the Multiverse.