Editing Todd (section)

==Known Todds==
*Shitface<ref name=NOC/><ref>Gogglegrog. It’s made of eye icky-rous and diabetic urine, fermented. It’s my first try.”<br><br>...<br><br>“It’s a special beer goggles effect. It’ll get you so drunk, and it’ll make everyone pretty. Even Cherrypop!”<br><br>...<br><br>“I’ve also got this one, it’s called Skull. Gotta drink it quick, it’ll make you want to die, and you’ll be such a mess erryone will think you’re dead. Then bam! You get up! Not dead! They can pull you outta the river where you’ve been floating face down for the last hour and you’ll be alive!<br><br>...<br><br>“Hair of the dog for some fightin’ fury?” Biscuit asked. “Never made it but I could. Time Travel Juice? Even our ol’ goblin gangboss Shitface couldn’t make that one, but I could try!”- [https://palewebserial.wordpress.com/2021/12/21 Excerpt] from [[Left in the Dust 16.4]]</ref>
*[[Biscuit]] (tentative)<ref name="pa9.2"/>
*Fuddy<ref>Tracee, in her early teens, was just young enough to hold onto some wisps of believing in fantastical things and imaginary friends, but old enough to be a teenager and join the very fringes of her older cousin's friend group, who partied and got trashed pretty regularly. Irresponsible older kids pushed her to her limits and over the course of a spring break, motivated by a desire to fit in and not be the odd one out, she went all in. And then she kept going.<br><br>Fuddy found her and began to play along with her, giving her ideas for crazy stuff to do. Somewhere along the line, egged on by her new friend, Tracee wandered away from the party on what became a seven day and seven night quest through the bad end of town to find a cute boy she saw. In the process she stole a motorcycle, crashed a motorcycle, and raided a pharmacy for sugar and things to amp herself up. Realizing she needed bus fare, she snuck onto an armored truck that was loading ATMs, and when she tried to fight her way free, her bag and pockets stuffed with bundles of bills, she got pepper sprayed. In the struggle, she managed to turn the spray back on the security officer, before escaping. She gave bundles of cash away to homeless people, got alcohol to numb the pain, and gathered a small army around herself. She reached the point of not needing to eat, drink or sleep, instead striking balances with different quantities of foraged substances, helped and encouraged all the while by Fuddy.<br><br>The bender ended after about a week, when she coincidentally stumbled on the boy, vomited on him, and the spell broke, leaving her in another continent with about thirty thousand dollars. It's been eight years since then, and she knows things are weird...<br><br>Tracee doesn't heal normally anymore, and life is hard. If she gets hurt, she feels the hurt for a while, and the pattern holds. Drugs and drink are much more effective on her and very easy for her to find, and have beneficial effects well beyond their usual, including strength, sustenance, and healing. Further, when she imbibes, she feels more of a connection to the fantastical, to Others and practices, stumbling on them more easily. It's a dangerous threshold she stands across, where life is dreary and painful, everything a struggle, and the fantastical so wild, alluring, and even powerful. - Wildbow on Discord</ref>
* Tag Team Todds<ref>Scrunchie is a 56 year old triple divorcee nicknamed for a hair tie he borrowed from a woman to tie his hair back before beating the tar out of a roomful of younger dudes. His veins run with piss, vinegar, and a blood alcohol level high enough to transfer from skin and kill most kids if he were to bump into them on the street, and that was before a duo of Todds found him. The bender began like many others- well, not really, since it involved a lot of people being punched- but it quickly derailed when they left a drug storehouse with two duffel bags full of the coke meant for sale to the whole county and came across a group of Fae in human guises. <br><br> Long story short, Scrunchie was steered after them and proceeded to wreak havoc, break Fae noses, and follow them into the Fae wilds, where he continued a stream of wanton destruction. He faced down a Fae noble but was ultimately foiled by a young Fae child, who tricked him into leaving. <br><br> Scrunchie is off limits for Todds now. There was a whole thing, but he's Aware now, and a pattern has taken hold. The supernatural naturally gathers close to him, building up in pressure, plans, systems, finding it karmically easy to do what they do in his neighborhood. But when he slips from his sobriety, not helped by the cumulative stress of noticing more and more echoes, possessing spirits, fae, and whatever else, never being believed... he becomes a wrecking ball for all plans, practices, schemes, and whatever else the Others and practitioners may be building. - Wildbow on Discord</ref>