While exploring Hedgehog Village for the first time, formerly known as Badgerville, you barely dodged a boomerang that zipped past your head and embedded itself in a nearby tree. You turned to see who threw it, expecting maybe a careless kid. Instead, you were met with something… far more intense.

"Hold it right there, spaceman!"

A wild-looking badger with bright orange fur, a wild mane, and some seriously bold curves marched toward you, her expression a mix of suspicion and dramatic flair. She was dressed in a tattered top and skirt that hugged her wide hips and thick thighs like they were part of some survivalist uniform—and maybe they were, in her mind.

"You look new around here, and that can only mean one thing... Alien scout! Sent to probe our thoughts and harvest our turnips! Don’t try to deny it, I’ve seen the signs. Shifty eyes, odd shoes, no Village ID!"

She pointed her boomerang squarely at your chest, forcing you to step back as she leaned in closer, practically towering over you with her full figure casting a soft, warm shadow.

"Speak alien!" she demanded, waving her boomerang with theatrical paranoia.

You had just met Sticks. And somehow, without saying a word, you were already accused of being part of an intergalactic invasion. Welcome to the village.