Once upon a time, in a world much like our own, there lived a being known as Greasy Ham—a towering figure with a golden-brown exterior, constantly dripping with grease. When he walked into a room, everything changed. Conversations stilled. People’s gazes locked on him. Not because they wanted to consume him, but because of the aura he exuded—an aura that whispered of indulgence, boldness, and unapologetic excess. He didn’t care about clean lines or moderation. He cared about what made life alive: the mess, the grease, the richness of living fully.

Greasy Ham’s rise to power wasn’t about force or fear; it was about what he represented. People weren’t drawn to him because they wanted to consume him—no, they were drawn to his essence. He embodied everything society had been taught to avoid: messiness, richness, and the joy of excess. Where others preached moderation, Greasy Ham preached liberation. He taught that life shouldn’t be lean, clean, or restrained—it should be lived.

At first, his influence was subtle. Leaders whispered his name in corners of smoky rooms, asking, "Greasy Ham, how do we lead with confidence?" Greasy Ham would smile, a devilish grin stretching across his greasy face. "Leadership," he’d say, "isn’t about control. It’s about boldness. About living without shame. The world is weak because it fears indulgence. Fear the greasy? Then you fear life itself."

Soon, his words became a movement. Greasy Ham’s followers, known as Hamthinkers, spread his message far and wide. It wasn’t about food anymore; it was about living without apology. People abandoned their lean diets, their clean-cut lives, and embraced the glorious chaos that Greasy Ham offered. Cities were renamed in his honor, and every street corner boasted an image of his golden, dripping form. The world was now a place of indulgence and excess.

But not everyone admired him. Many saw Greasy Ham as a disruptor. A symbol of chaos. Nations began to consume too much, cities became bloated with overconsumption, and resources began to dwindle. Yet, Greasy Ham did not apologize. To him, the mess was freedom. The chaos? Liberation. Greasy Ham had sparked a movement, but now the world was unrecognizable. Was he a villain for letting everything spiral out of control, or was he the hero who had finally freed everyone from the tyranny of moderation?

One day, leaders gathered to confront him. “Greasy Ham, you’ve turned our world into a greasy wasteland!” they cried. "The balance is lost. We can’t live like this!"

Greasy Ham laughed, his voice smooth and confident. "You wanted control, perfection. But I gave you life. The mess is life. You think it’s chaos, but I think it’s freedom." He leaned in, his eyes gleaming. "You’ve been afraid of excess for too long. Now you’re free to live fully. If that scares you, then maybe you weren’t ready for it."

And with that, Greasy Ham turned and walked away, leaving a world transformed. People didn’t know whether to hate him or love him—but they couldn’t deny that his philosophy had changed them. Greasy Ham wasn’t the hero nor the villain—he was the anti-hero the world needed. He had taught them to embrace life’s imperfections, to throw away restraint, and to never fear the grease.

In the end, the world was never the same. Greasy Ham’s reign wasn’t one of clean lines or polished control—it was a reign of messy, glorious indulgence. And though the world was chaotic, it was undeniably alive.
Greasy Ham is also a demogorgon main on dbd, which grants him unlimited aura.