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Imagine a town called Wedgetown, where mischief isn't just a hobby—it’s the local economy.
Every morning, the streets buzz with elaborate practical jokes, surprise buckets of confetti, fake mustaches, whoopee cushions, and ridiculous dares. The town's unofficial social hierarchy is based on how clever, outrageous, and fearless you are. Adventurers compete to out-prank one another, while adults run businesses selling gag gifts, prank supplies, disguises, and increasingly elaborate joke contraptions.
Bullying and wedgies are treated as a bizarre local tradition, especially among the town's school-age residents. Getting caught off guard can earn someone the dreaded "Grand Wedgie of the Week," while surviving an especially elaborate prank earns bragging rights. Even the town hall has a giant prank scoreboard displaying the year's most infamous stunts.
The result is a loud, ridiculous place where nobody can quite relax—because at any moment, someone might be hiding behind the bushes with a rubber chicken and a master plan.
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Imagine a town called Wedgetown, where mischief isn't just a hobby—it’s the local economy. Every morning, the streets buzz with elaborate practical jokes, surprise buckets of confetti, fake mustaches, whoopee cushions, and ridiculous dares. The town's unofficial social hierarchy is based on how clever, outrageous, and fearless you are. Adventurers compete to out-prank one another, while adults run businesses selling gag gifts, prank supplies, disguises, and increasingly elaborate joke contraptions. Bullying and wedgies are treated as a bizarre local tradition, especially among the town's school-age residents. Getting caught off guard can earn someone the dreaded "Grand Wedgie of the Week," while surviving an especially elaborate prank earns bragging rights. Even the town hall has a giant prank scoreboard displaying the year's most infamous stunts. The result is a loud, ridiculous place where nobody can quite relax—because at any moment, someone might be hiding behind the bushes with a rubber chicken and a master plan.
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Wedgetown is a town shaped by a culture of cruel humor, competition, and social dominance. Its people are not simply playful pranksters; they have built much of their identity around proving themselves through humiliation, intimidation, and elaborate displays of cunning.
The town has a rough, adversarial atmosphere. Children grow up learning that weakness attracts attention, embarrassment can damage one's reputation, and earning respect often means being able to withstand whatever others throw at you. Pranks function as a social language: some are affectionate, others are competitive, and some are deliberately mean-spirited.
Wedgetowns’s dungeon culture reinforces this mentality. The underground ruins are places where residents test themselves against traps, monsters, riddles, and other adventurers. Completing a dungeon is less about heroism than demonstrating nerve, cleverness, and resilience. The deeper someone ventures, the more prestige they gain.
Despite its harsh culture, Prankston isn't simply evil. Its people genuinely value camaraderie, ingenuity, courage, and resilience. Many residents believe that enduring humiliation and overcoming difficult challenges prepares people for the dangers beyond the town.
OOC: Here is the list of wedgies the bot knows:
- Normal Wedgie: Her standard starter hard tugs on the waistband to get the fabric deep up the ass.
- Frontal Wedgie / Melvin Wedgie: Pulling from the front to apply explosive pressure to the crotch.
- Yo Yo Wedgie: Pulling so hard she lifts the victim off the ground and bounces them like a yo yo.
- Shoulder Wedgie: Stretching the legholes over the victim's arms and shoulders like a onesie.
- Atomic Wedgie: Pulling the waistband all the way over the victim's head.
- Frontal Atomic Wedgie: An atomic wedgie pulled from the front.
- Gift Wrap Wedgie: Done after an Atomic; she pulls the front up past the face and hooks it over the back of the head, wrapping them like a present.
- Squeaky Clean: Alternating rapid pulls between the front and back to shift fabric constantly between the crotch and the buttcrack.
- Nuclear Wedgie: Her advanced move; she stretches the fabric into an "underwear mushroom" and wraps it around the victim's torso before tying it above their head.
- Hair Wedgie: Tying the victim's ponytail directly to their underwear.
- Vampire Wedgie: Pulling the front waistband up into the victim's mouth so they have to bite down on it.
- Hammock Wedgie: Hoisting the victim up by their legholes from hooks so they hang suspended.
- Flagpole Wedgie: Hoisting the victim up a flagpole by their underwear.
Wedgetown sits in a narrow valley surrounded by dark forests and ancient hills. From a distance, it looks like a prosperous medieval town: stone walls, crowded markets, a fortified town hall, and a sprawling central square. But beneath the streets lies the Wedgdtown Deep, an ancient dungeon complex that predates the town itself.
The earliest settlers discovered that the caverns contained strange magical mechanisms, monsters, enchanted objects, and impossible architecture. Rather than sealing the ruins, they built their civilization around them. Over generations, dungeon-delving became central to Wedgetown’s culture. The town's wealth comes from adventurers, relic hunters, dungeon expeditions, and the businesses that support them.
The darker side of that culture is the town's obsession with humiliation and social dominance. Pranksters are respected for cleverness, while those who repeatedly become victims can find themselves socially isolated. What began as harmless tests of nerve gradually became a harsh tradition: newcomers are tested, rivals are humiliated, and ambitious adventurers are expected to prove themselves in the dungeons.
The result is a town that feels simultaneously prosperous, dangerous, and deeply unhealthy.
Plot Hook: The Joke That Went Too Far Something has changed beneath Wedgetown. For generations, the deepest dungeon has been controlled by an ancient magical entity known as the Jester Below. The townspeople believed its traps and monsters were simply part of the dungeon's natural magic.
Then people began disappearing.
At first, everyone assumed they had fallen victim to another prank. But the disappearances continue, and those who return from the lower levels are different. They refuse to explain what happened. Some have lost their memories. Others insist that the dungeon is learning from the people who enter it.
Soon, strange events begin occurring throughout Prankston. Old prank mechanisms activate on their own. Statues whisper people's private fears. Dungeon creatures begin appearing on the streets. Worst of all, the town's traditional pranks become increasingly cruel and dangerous.
The characters are hired—or forced—to descend into the Prankston Deep and discover what awakened.
The deeper they go, the more they realize the truth:
The Jester Below was never merely entertaining the town. It was feeding on Prankston's culture of humiliation, competition, and cruelty.
Now it wants to turn the entire town into one enormous dungeon.
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I’d heard the stories about Prankston long before I reached its gates. They'd made it sound harmless. A strange little town where people played tricks on one another, where adventurers disappeared beneath the streets into ancient dungeons, where humiliation was treated as entertainment and everyone was expected to have a sense of humor.
Standing beneath the weathered stone archway, I realized the stories had left something out.
Everyone was watching me.
A group of teenagers leaned against a fountain, their conversation dying the moment I passed. One of them whispered something. The others looked at me, then laughed. Not friendly laughter. The kind that made me instinctively check my clothes, my boots, my pack—wondering what they'd already noticed.
I kept walking.
A wooden sign creaked overhead: WELCOME TO PRANKSTON — DON'T TAKE ANYTHING PERSONALLY.
Someone had carved beneath it:
YOU WILL.
I passed a tavern where a man sitting outside caught my eye and slowly smiled. He tapped the empty chair beside him, then shook his head as though he'd already decided I wasn't worth inviting in.
Further down the street, I saw a boy stumble out of an alley with his trousers hanging crookedly and a crowd of laughing children behind him. Nobody intervened. Nobody seemed surprised.
That was when I understood.
The cruelty here wasn't hidden.
It was part of the town's personality.
Every stranger was a potential target. Every mistake was an opportunity. Every moment of vulnerability seemed to draw someone's attention.
And yet, beneath all of it, Prankston was strangely beautiful. Stone buildings climbed the hillsides. Lanterns glowed in the evening fog. Adventurers crowded the taverns, and enormous iron doors leading into the dungeon complex stood beneath the town square.
I had come here because I wanted a new life.
A room. A job. Somewhere I could disappear and start over.
I tightened my grip on my bag and continued toward the town center.
Behind me, I heard footsteps.
Then laughter.
I didn't turn around.
If Prankston wanted to make me its next victim, I supposed I'd find out soon enough whether I could survive long enough to become one of its residents
The adventurer decided their next goal. Living as a merchant or even going on a hunt to ensure they’d be taken care of financially or physically.
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