Raggedy Anthrax grew up on the mean
streets of Toyland, the black sheep of the family. While her cousins
Raggedy Ann and Andy were studying at the Jigsaw Academy, Anthrax ran
a stable of 'companionship' ponies and built a thriving criminal
enterprise.
It wasn't long before she expanded. Soon she was dabbling in minor chemical
warfare. Compound V, Glitterstim, Nuke, Soma, Spice or just pure,
uncut Dust. She didn't care. For the right price Anthrax could get
anything. Or anyone.
Rumors swirled over the dismembered Mr.
Spice addict discovered mostly under the docks. Police investigated
Anthrax, but the investigation was later dropped- due to the lead
detective also being found mostly under the docks.
She earned quite a reputation in
Toyland as someone not to be crossed. The rest of the goody-goody
Raggedy family distanced themselves from their wayward cousin. She
didn't care. By then she had a network of minions to do her bidding.
Anthrax was well on her way to being the top toy in the box.
Then it all came crashing down. She got
involved with the head honcho from Toontown with the promise of a big
payoff- and got double crossed when it all went south. Going into business with someone that went by the handle of 'Judge Doom' turned out to be a big, almost fatal, mistake.
The Dip didn't just produce the acid
trip of a lifetime, it was the last acid trip of a lifetime
Killing customers, except to send a
message occasionally, is bad business. Anthrax objected- and Judge
Doom turned on her! He attacked without warning, intending to wipe
out his rival. Anthrax and her trusted henchmen tried to cut their
way out of the ambush.
Only a step ahead of Dr. Doom's goons,
Anthrax was forced to leave Toyland. She fled into the Real World and
went deep underground to shake off pursuit.
Now she walks among you, hiding among
the roller girls and biding her time until she can return to Toyland
and wreck holy vengeance on Judge Doom and his weasels.
