A town of inbred hillbillies who worship a giant mudcat. They revere this diety so much they devote an festival to it, not surprisingly held on the second Sunday of June. some scientists believe it is to help the locals forget Father’s Day exists, also the most confusing day in dunnville, second to Christmas Day when the beer store, Tim hortons, and McDonald’s all close. Goddamn shitshow.
Always 45 minutes from any other town on earth.

Always.

Family tree looks like a rotten telephone pole as well.

Home to a special group of people only know as the dunnville DUI club, which is basically a confusion of handies ripping around on riced out lawnmowers. Some go as far as adding LED headlights and 6” chrome spinners!

Someone who is possessed by clout chasing. The original human is now gone and a demonic entity that feeds on clout is all that is left. An empty shell with no control of their actions, forced to blindly react to situations they think will bring them attention.

A town in the Niagara region that is ridiculously out of the way. No matter where you are, Dunnville is always 45 minutes away. Always!

home of the inbred hicks/hillbillys they all fuck there cousins