Grye Fueary

Background
It was a Tuesday in Guy Fieri’s Las Vegas Kitchen. Guy had been perfecting a recipe for months: a sauce to rule as the supreme flavor sauce. Everything was perfect. Lines of ingredient laid strewn amongst the stainless steel countertop; rare spices and sauces from every corner of Wal-Mart, each carefully picked and planned by his brilliant culinary mind.

He gently blasted a final salvo of Great Value Ketchup into the mixing bowl. Taking a step back, Guy smiled at his creation. All that remained was to taste the glorious ensemble. Thrusting his tasting hand deep into the bowl, Guy raised the sauce to his lips. The time had finally come.

As he licked his hand, Guy’s tastebuds exploded with FLAVOR. He had done it, he had made the PERFECT flavor sauce. With this glorious thought in his mind, Guy felt the world spin before him. Even he had not expected such power. Stars of light exploded in his vision, quick flashes of green and red as he felt himself topple backwards.

Guy awoke to the sounds of birds and insects. His mind felt foggy, what… what was his name again? G… Grye? Grye… Fueary. Yeah, that sounded right. Grye opened his eyes to find himself on a dirt road, surrounded by trees and grass, with the subtle outline of a town on the horizon.

Grye rubbed at his face, finding tusks and rough skin. Was he always this ruggedly handsome? Grunting, he stood up and began to walk towards the town. He didn’t know how he got here or who he was, but he knew… his purpose.

As he arrived at the town, Grye forced his beefy, gorgeous body into the booth at Ye Olde Towne Inn. Bringing a hand up to remove his awesome shades, he… found himself unable to. It was as if a magical force adhered them to his gorgeous scalp.

Fortunately for Grye, as the bar maid took in his shaded visage, she fell to her knees in shock. For Grye bore the exact, bespectactled face of the town’s deity. Grye rose to royalty among the 5 score townspeople, choosing to rename it to better reflect his persona. Thus, ye Towne o’ Flavour was born.

After months of worship and lavish living, Grye grew restless. His attempts to perfect the perfect flavour sauce had come up fruitless. Put simply, the poor, ignorant peasants of ye Towne o’ Flavour couldn’t deliver the advanced ingredients needed for his craft.

Grye came to the bittersweet conclusion that he must set out on his own.

After a brisk farewell to his people, he began his journey atop the town’s only steed. A noble cleric of flavor, intent on achieving his goal of crafting… the ultimate flavor sauce.