When Grant Bowman was a toddler he witnessed his grandfather performing black magic. The elder 
Bowman, Robert, was sitting in his bed room cross-legged and in a trance. On the floor before him, 
within an intricate circular design was a black gemstone. Young Grant approached the crack in his 
grandfather’s door and after pushing it open was accosted by the demonic force residing in the 
impossibly dark gem. The toddler was instantly transported to a hellish void. The blackness around him 
writhed and danced hungrily and naturally the toddler began to cry. His sobbing only ceased when a 
voice came to him from somewhere within the swirling black infinity. Rather the voice soothed him from 
everywhere at once. Grant slowly stopped drifting as the all-encompassing entity cradled him. Days and 
weeks seemed to pass with the great being taking tender care of the boy. Grant was resuscitated by his 
terrified grandfather. “My god what have I done?” He was heard to say. Panic-stricken though he was he 
noted with terror that the toddler appeared perfectly unmolested and was playing with something that 
he alone could see.

Grant enjoyed a happy and healthy youth. He couldn’t recall the traumatic event from his infancy. 
Though his grandfather had since regarded Grant with profound unease. This concern was not entirely 
unfounded as the voice that Grant heard in the nightmarish otherworld would follow him for his entire 
life. The vocalization was not constant, but its unintelligible rumblings would spring to life when Grant 
was stressed or challenged. Until the third grade Grant was bullied as most children are at some time in 
their lives. This was until the voice in Grant’s head insisted that he stand up to his abusers. Grant could 
recall meeting with the bullies privately after school but that is where his memories of the event end. He 
awoke in bed that night with the voice telling him all was well. When Grant appeared in class the next 
day the bullies avoided him completely. When he cornered one of them and asked what had passed on 
the day that they met after school the student panicked, screamed, and ran from the building.

Grant, coming from a fairly well-off Massachusetts family, studied abroad. He was attracted to New 
Zealand and in 2008 he attended Victoria University of Wellington. In this period of Grant’s life he went 
through a number of changes. He embraced a thorough appreciation of anthropomorphic animals and 
became what is commonly known as a ‘furry.’ This interest informed not only his preferences in fiction, 
but his sexual tastes as well. He found that over time he required less and less sleep. He also found that 
the ever-present voice in his head was becoming more and more prominent. It spoke in vague, ghoulish 
mutters but after nearly twenty years Grant gained the ability to interpret its moods. He couldn’t know 
what it was anticipating, but it was growing fierce.

One day in his junior year of university Grant was summoned. He awoke and found himself whirling in 
the vastness of demonic space as had happened two decades prior. In this instance however Grant 
found the experience extremely energizing and exhilarating. The blackness was pock-marked with what 
appeared to be distant stars though their light was entirely dim. The result was an endless twilight 
dimension that was inhabited presently by only Grant and the very being that had joined him so early in 
his life. Grant inherently knew that the thing was finally going to reveal itself to him. Grant drifted to a 
halt and all at once became aware of a great form before him. It was silhouetted by faded ‘starlight.’ It 
may have been merely hundreds of feet in girth, but with the enormity and immediacy of its presence it 
loomed like a planetoid. A limb appeared from within its shaded mass. It was a pitch black talon like that 
of an eagle. It reached jaggedly toward Grant. His next memory was of waking up in his bed at six o’clock 
in the afternoon. Nothing would be the same for him again.

After this encounter with the entity Grant began to develop impossible powers. Initially they were quite 
modest. Grant discovered them when he once dropped his cellphone. It failed to hit the floor because 
he had caught it in mid-air with a type of telekinesis. For weeks he experimented with his abilities. 
Wisely Grant decided to keep them a secret. Gradually he found he could lift heavier and heavier objects 
though it required a good deal of effort. At this point learning about his new abilities began to consume 
Grant’s increasingly meager social life.

Grant’s friends did occasionally manage to drag him from his dark studies however. It was because of 
one of these excursions that the person known as Grant Bowman ceased to exist. Grant and his two 
closest friends went out on a Friday night. After a rousing and enjoyable time at the bar Grant bade his 
friends goodnight and headed to campus alone. He walked along one of the precarious ridges commonly 
found in Wellington’s alleyways. Two muggers appears from behind and demanded Grant’s wallet. He 
relented and gave it to them, but immediately became enraged and tackled the rogue he handed it to. 
In their scuffle Grant fell backwards over the railing of the ledge. 

Grant froze in mid-air. The entity’s voice in his head screamed furiously and for the first time Grant 
understood it with complete clarity. Grant was suddenly infused with incredible power. Rather the 
incident released the full extent of power the deity had granted him. The muggers stepped back in awe. 
Behind Grant’s back could be seen a vague black halo. Grant, still in mid-air, composed himself. He 
pointed a finger at one of the muggers. Then, unleashing a fragment of his new potency, crushed the 
assailant. Slowly and violently the man was condensed into a dripping mass no larger than a basketball. 
The other attacker screamed and ran for his life. His life would be quite short as Grant then snapped his 
fingers. Upon his doing so the other attacker simply blinked out of existence. Laying in mid-air on his 
unholy halo Grant floated above the city.

Grant first reaction to these events was confusion. He couldn’t understand why he was completely 
unaffected by the violent spectacle he had just made happen. His mind was chaotic, but above the din 
one impulse stuck out to Grant: A perverse lust. He blinked his eyes and appeared in his dorm room. In 
that moment of awakening the entity had instructed Grant to ‘do as he pleased’. Grant paused and 
meditated on this for some time. He had been a furry for as long as he could remember and with his 
reality bending powers he could make anything real. With a wave of his hand he changed his form and 
assumed his new identity. 

Grant’s had always been fond of canine characters and now that he could be one he would. He chose 
the bull terrier with its stocky body and thick, egg-shaped head. He stands at a modest 5’, 10’’ and 
possesses a moderately muscular build. His fur is white aside from the areas around his eyes which are 
black. His eyes themselves are completely black in homage to the dark world where Grant’s master 
resides. Arbitrarily Grant opted to wear capri-length silken pants with a sash tied around his midsection. 
These were violet with Indian inspired patterns in white. Admiring his new appearance in the mirror 
Grant flexes his hand-claws and relishes the new sensation. 

Grant’s shift in species symbolized a more fundamental change. Grant had unknowingly been relieved of 
his compassion and kinship with humanity by the machinations of his deity. With a new persona in place 
and no particular goal Grant travelled the planet. For a brief period he remained invisible and played 
tricks on the innocent. When this bored him he devised a devious and singularly lascivious plan. He 
would listen for, and appear before those who have desires. He would grant these people their wishes, 
but only in ways which would satisfy his own twisted tastes. The entity for whom he acted as an agent 
approved of this plan.

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And so the idiom “Be careful what you wish for” has become a legitimate warning. One can never know if The Mad Granter is nearby waiting to pervert their desires for his pleasure.