Long winded man speaking, directly below. A more concise man, far below.

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I am known to many of you simply as Grandpa, or Grandpa Harley. I warn you, this journal will be complicated. It involves an awful lot of time chicanery. I will do my best to keep this in a straightforward arrangement.

I was born in 1910, I proceeded the normal route we humans do as far as aging goes for a good long while. I lived a very adventurous life and discovered many a treasure in my time. I played the game of monopoly before it had a board, and I like to think I won ofttimes. During my travels I discovered a way into a void I know as the medium.

This is where things get a wee bit dodgy. I was unaware of what I had stumbled into. Utilizing luck and several strange mobile asteroids I found at the time, I was able to travel between key points in the medium and make it back to Earth, a good many years later than I had left it.

I thought I would never be able to make it back to that strange place, but an older version of myself arrived with a much better vessel with which to traverse the medium. I find it funny, since I have just fulfilled that part of my life recently.

I then proceeded to adventure more throughout the medium, returning to Earth at various points in what would be considered my life in order to facilitate what I knew needed to happen. I met my granddaughter not long after receiving my ship, I think it was my third return journey to Earth. I promptly brought her to the kind elderly me and left her with him to care for while I performed my duties in the medium. 

Then, on my next return I saw that he had been shot. It couldn’t have been long, but I took care of having the body stuffed and mounted, and decided that since I still needed to be gone for the most part I would leave my form in the foyer for her to look at when I was gone. I left her in the care of our good family pet.

I would occasionally return, usually on important dates randomly throughout time, such as the Christmas of 2008, to spend some small amount of time with my granddaughter. I gave her gifts, and placed trophies throughout my tower each time. I fear I may have mildly scarred my granddaughter mentally, but she reminds me an awful lot of my sister and seems to have steam rolled over any issues that may have been in her way.

I never got the chance to speak with her in the medium, but I did meet her dream sister. That topic is fairly complicated, I will get into more detail on that in the family albums section to be erected in the near future.

Well, my little girl and her friends, with some small assistance from their guardians, have managed to get a grip on their destiny, so I decided it was time to leave. I then returned to the island for retirement knowing I would most definitely find myself back in the mid 1990’s, just in time to gift my younger self a recently renovated vessel to use in his journey’s in the medium.

Now, I am at home, and any day now I will have my granddaughter brought to me. I will relish the short time we have together, until whatever cad so happens to pull the hammer back on that flintlock finds my heart.

Ah yes, and if your curious as to the temporal/dimensional differentiation, I am utilizing the medium to communicate, so as to not upset any balances here with more hooliganism.

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In Short

Or more concisely, I am an old man, mid 80’s perhaps (never did keep track), in the year 1995 roughly, waiting for my granddaughter and my eventual death after a very tumultuous and adventuresome life.