An establishing shot showed Pahkitew Island locked in the middle of a torrential rainstorm. Lightning flashed and the screen went white. As it faded back in, the shot landed inside of a large wooden cabin and resort some distance away from the island. Water slid down the great glass window on the second floor of the resort as the host stood in front of it. He flashed the camera a huge smile and spoke. "Welcome back to Total Drama! I'm the one, the only, Chris McLean."

"This season of Total Drama, we have twenty-two all new contestants competing here on Pahkitew Island – to be dropped off with nothing but the clothes on their backs. They'll have to build their own shelters to live in, or they'll have sit out in the rain," he said, while pointing to the storm just outside. "They'll be competing in brutal challenges, and the losing team will have to vote out one of their own members during the dramatic campfire ceremonies."

"They're all sitting here in the lobby waiting for the helicopters to airlift them to their camps on the island, but in the meantime, let's take the chance to get to know these new contestants!" he announced. "Who will take home the money? who will lose it all? Find out right here on Total! Drama! Nightmare at Pahkitew Island!


(Opening Theme)


There was a red compartmental leather couch inside the first floor's lobby with a view of the outside storm. A short, pudgy boy in a green hoodie sat with his back against the armrest was on his phone. He had it wired to an outlet nearby. He had a habit of adjusting his glasses, which were tinted green as well. "Perfect score!" he said aloud.

~[Seth: The Hacker]~

"You're real glued to that thing, huh?" a girl asked, leaning over behind the couch. She was an average-sized freckled and dressed in all camouflage – she had a ponytail that went through the back of her baseball cap.

"Yep," the boy said without moving his eyes off the screen. "I gotta get my gaming in now – I won't be able to charge it on the island."

"I wouldn't know," she dismissed. "Technology ain't my element." She gave a slight frowned and stood up from leaning. "Honestly, I just wanna get to the island. This resort aint' for me."

~[Diana: The Country Girl]~

"That's fine," he shrugged. "I wouldn't expect your type to be a techie anyway… Ah, I didn't mean that in a bad way, though!"

"It's fine," she said casually. "Most people can tell at a glace that I'm more the outdoorsy type."

Seth put his phone away into his pocket. He looked at the girl across from him. "What's wrong with you?" he asked. From the bags under her eyes, she looked like she was either tired or stressed. "Did a virus byte you in the ass, heheh?"

The girl seemed to struggle to find the right words. "Ah… am okay," she said weakly. She appeared to be South American, with darker skin than the other two teens. She was probably quite poor, her clothes seemed used and torn, with plenty of spots of dirt.

"Hmm," the nerd pondered." "My sweet pun seems to have fallen flat."

"No entendiendo," the Latina said. "Pun?"

~[Mili: The Desperate Foreigner]~

"I don't think she speaks much English," Diana decided. The girl nodded. "Trust me, hun. You ain't missing anything."

Seth chuckled awkwardly. "Tough crowd, today. I'm Seth, by the way."

"Soy Mili," she responded. She turned to Diana expectantly.

"Mili? Is that your name?" the country girl asked. "Mine's Diana."

Next to Mili on the corner was a third girl. She was taller than the others and wore a white labcoat. She also seemed Hispanic, but her skin was far lighter than the other girl's. Her hair was long and brown, and her face had a resting thoughtful expression. "I'm Cecilia – I can help with your English," she suggested. "…That is, if we're on the same team."

~[Cecilia: The Child Prodigy]~

Diana moved along to where Cecilia was. "That's real nice of you!" she complimented.

Cecilia ignored her and continued to talk to Mili. "Where are you from?" she asked her. Mili only looked at her with confusion. "Ah… De donde eres?"

That helped. "Soy de Los Estados Repüblica."

"I see…" Cecilia paused for a moment. "I've heard of that place, actually," she said. "The Republic States. It's government is… more than a little corrupt, I know. It's this country in South America – it's technically a democracy, but the government is basically in the pocket of the obscenely rich Castiel family. Everyone else there is dirt poor. Indeed, I've spoken with the Castiels personally with the country's space program."

"What?" Diana asked. "Space program? But you're only like -"

"Seventeen?" Cecilia finished her sentence. "Not to sound conceited, but I'm already a published scientist. My theories regarding time travel are well known, I assure you."

"Sounds coolio," Seth said. He winked. "I'm sure you'll be tough competition then."


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Diana: "Oh, it's real exciting to finally start this!" she tells the camera. "Living in the wilderness ain't nothin' to me!"

Seth: "I know I'm not the strongest kid on Earth, so I've got a trick up my sleeve!" He takes his phone and waves it at the camera. "The island is artificial, so I'm gonna use my phone to hack it! No team would vote me out when I'm the one winning all the challenges! All I need to do is find the control room…"

Mili: "Necesito el dinero… para mi familia," she explains. "For them… I cannot lose."

Cecilia: "I've become somewhat of a big name in the scientific community despite my age. My theories and equations regarding time travel are making waves, even though I may have my detractors," she says. "With that in mind, I can say with confidence I have what it takes to win. I know my mind can outperform anyone here's in a one-v-one.


There was another boy on the seat to the left of Cecilia. He was tall, skinny, and very well dressed for going out into the wilderness; wearing a fine black suit with his hair slicked down tight. He appeared to be quite aloof, and it would be a safe assumption to say he was rich.

~[Andrew: The Rich Heir]~

On his left was a red-haired boy with an athletic build. He had on a blue sports jersey with the number five on the back, and his face was littered with freckles. "Just so you know, I expect nothing but the best from my team!" he exclaimed loudly.

"I suppose you are assuming we will be on the same team then?" the rich boy asked him.

"It's just in case!" he announced. "I need to let every know so they can be in top shape for my team! It's all about teamwork and focus!"

"I suppose any team would be lucky to have you," the other one said with a hint of sarcasm.

The athlete didn't seem to notice. "I should hope so! I'm gonna teach my team the value of hard work and determination! I'm looking for a fair fight in this game, and I will not tolerate any unsportsmanlike conduct!"

~[Seamus: The Student Athlete]~

"You said it!" the last boy on the couch agreed. "Though, I coulda done without the yelling." This boy was average-sized and had messy brown hair. His dress was similar to that of something out of Indiana Jones, with a brown satchel around his shoulder.

"This is the way coach peps us for a game!" Seamus said confidently. "Loud noises are meant to build excitement!"

"The only thing that gets me excited is the thrill of adventure," Oregon said in response. "Ruined temples? Booby traps? If it's got those, count me in," he explained. "That's why I signed up – not for the money, but for the sheer thrill… even so, the money would be a nice bonus. I don't really have a strategy in mind to win, though."

~[Oregon: The Adventurer]~

"No strategy?" Andrew asked in surprise. "What a foolish thought."

"What's your strategy then!?" Seamus asked loudly. "Mine is to become a solidified leader by using my well earned strong bonds of trust!"

"I am not at liberty to divulge that information," he said, smirking. "But be well aware, I have a plan."


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Andrew: "And my plan, of course, is to wait and listen. No good can come out of playing hard early. For now, I must sit back and analyze my competition."

Seamus: "I know what it takes to make a good team – I've been a hockey star, a football star, a baseball star, and a basketball star. You name it, I've done it! I'll use what I've learned to form the strongest team out there!"

Oregon: "I've been everywhere – lost tombs, ancient temples. All these things excite me, and my next adventure is to experience the thrill of Total Drama!" he says excitedly. "To adventure!"


Some distance away, there was a large window that took up nearly the entire wall. A young girl was looking out the window, seemingly looking at something. She was a fairly short girl with black hair tied into a long ponytail. The tips of her hair were dyed purple, and she had a set of glasses. She had with her a cup of coffee. "What is she doing out there…" she said to herself while staring out into the storm.

~[Tyrenee: The Loner]~

"Gah!" she yelped. Her shoulders were suddenly grabbed from behind. She managed to keep hold of her coffee.

"Heheheeeeeh!" a boy laughed. "Did I getcha?" He had a nasally voice. His hair was reddish-orange and messy, and he had on a heavily stained white tank top with noticeable spots around his armpits. He had a red handkerchief around his neck.

~[Isaac: The Trailer King]~

"What the heck?!" she hissed. She spun on her heel and shoved him back.

The boy only laughed. "That was hilarious. You should have seen your face!" he said, and he made a mock of her reaction.

"Seriously? You're a jerk," she said flatly, crossing her arms and regaining composure.

"Anyway, looks like you were watching something," the boy said. "Got anything worth sharing?"

"Really?" she said in surprise. "You're gonna scare me half to death and then make small talk?" She took a sip of her coffee. "For your information, there's a girl out there standing alone in the rain."

"Really, now," he said interested. He went up to the glass window and had a peek outside. "Oh, so there is." Lightning flashed, and suddenly the girl was standing right at the window. Isaac jumped back in surprise. "The hell?!"

Tyrenee smirked. "Yeah, I'm just gonna pray she's not on my team real quick." She sipped her coffee again. "While I'm at it, might as well pray you're not on my team either. Heaven's sake… you stink."

The boy sniffed his armpits. "Really? I took a bath last week."

"Welp," the girl shrugged. "I'm gonna head out there and take my chances with creepy girl. I'd rather have my soul eaten than smell your pits anymore."

"I don't stink!" Isaac countered.

She opened a nearby door and marched out, grabbing the strange girl by the arm. The girl didn't resist at all. She pulled her back inside and to the couch, and Isaac followed them back. This strange girl was a long braid going down her back and wore half-moon glasses. She was wearing a black and purple shirt with strange emblems on it. She had a very blank expression on her face. "Is this a party?" she asked dully. Her voice is very deep.

~[Morrigan: The Creepy Girl]~

"We're you trying to take a bath out there?" Isaac asked. "You're wetter than a pig at Christmas!"

"You need a bath," Tyrenee complained. "Wait a minute, what does that even mean… never mind, I don't want to know." She turned to the girl and raised her eyebrow. "Seriously though, what are you doing out there?"

"I don't understand… why can't I be outside?" she said.

Tyrenee exhaled deeply. "It's not that you aren't allowed outside… I'm just confused on why you would choose to stand out there!"

"Why not?" she asked again.

"Because it's raining," Tyrenee said.

"So?"

Tyrenee paused a moment to try to find something to say back, but came up with a blank. "Just forget I said anything. Look, just don't kill me, I at least want to win before I die."

"I was not planning on it," the creepy girl responded boredly. " I can tell by your aura it's not your time to die yet, though. You've got about ten more years."

Tyrenee immediately poured her coffee on the floor and walked off. "I'm out."

Isaac scoffed. "You're gonna leave me with her? Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to make my bucket list," she responded from halfway across the room. Isaac could only stare at Morrigan with uncertainty.


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Tyrenee: She's got another coffee in her hands. "I don't want to get locked down one way, so I'm gonna be avoiding alliances. I work and vote alone." She gave the camera a smile. "Not that I have much to worry about, though. Isaac? Smelly, but not a threat. Morrigan? Well, I know when I'm gonna die now, but other than that, I don't expect much from her."

Isaac: He sniffs his armpits again. "Man, I really do stink, huh?"

Morrigan: "Everyone has been so nice to me already, huhuhuh!" she tells the camera. "I wonder… could they be my new friends?"


Some distance away, a boy was taking a picture of a nice piece of pottery on the table using a Polaroid camera. It instantly printed the image right out and he began shaking it. This boy had blonde hair and wore a red Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and sandals. "That's another one for the scrapbook!" he said out loud.

~[Wyvern: The Tourist]~

"That is a nice photo," another boy complimented. "But would you consider taking a photo of someone more… photogenic? I, of course, am referring to myself." This boy was wearing a plain white t-shirt and grey shorts. He had blonde hair which was tied up into a ponytail. He was by all accounts a very attractive teenager. "You don't mind, yes?"

"Of course not" the boy smiled. He turned away from the vase and aimed the camera at the other teenager. "Say cheese!"

The boy did as he was told and the camera flashed. Wyvern took the photo out and waved it around, then handed back to the other teen. "Yes, this is true beauty," he complimented to himself. He slid the photo into his pocket. "So who are you, might I ask?"

~[Ryan: The Vanity Magnet]~

"I'm Wyvern," the boy answered.

"That's an interesting name," Ryan responded. "So do you have a lady friend at home?"

"I don't really have a home," he said.

"Oh… so you're homeless then?"

"Nah, it's nothing like that," he dismissed. "Me and my family have enough money from inheritance to travel all the time. We see a different city every month. I thought it would be a nice change of pace for me to do Total Drama – I've always watched it in my free time," he explained. "I brought my camera so I could capture all the memories."

"Sounds cool, dude," he smiled. "Oh, hello there!"

A rather short Asian-looking girl walked up to them. "Uh… hi," she said timidly. "I was just walking around, trying to talk to everyone." She had long, black hair and was wearing a purple kimono. Ryan turned back around to face her. When they made eye contact, she turned her head and blushed. "I-I'm Ayane," she said.

~[Ayane: The Shy Girl]~

"The pleasure is all mine," Ryan responded with a wink, grabbing hold of the girl's hand. "Perhaps, after the game is done, you would like to get something to eat with me?"

"I don't recommend it," Wyvern warned.

She pulled her hand away. "Uh, I'll pass… N-Not that I'm trying to be rude, or anything!"

"But of course," he said. "It is a regretful occasion though, I suppose."

"I guess," she said softly. "I'm just gonna… leave."

Ryan gave Wyvern a nudge as the girl left. "Cute, right?"

Wyvern sighed. "I guess so," he said awkwardly. He attached his camera to a string around his neck. "Listen dude, I think you're hella weird… so I'm out."


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Ryan: "Amazing body, cute girls, and soon a million dollars… what else is there to love?" he questions. "Ah, this game was so made for me!"

Wyvern: "I've been to Paris, Moscow, New York, Sydney, Tokyo, and more!" he announced. "But now, it's time for some Total Drama! Man, is it exciting to be here or what!"

Ayane: "I don't feel like I belong here," she admits to the camera. "I mean, I'm nothing really special – but I know I have a shot at this. Please let me have a shot at this."


There was a dining table behind the couch seating three teens. The first of which was a thin, tanned teen wearing a brown sweater-vest and blue jeans. He had a square jaw, brown hair and wore a menacing expression toward the others at the table. "Just so you know, you might as well give up now… You're looking at the winner right here," he bragged.

~[Van: The Cutthroat]~

"Sure, bud," another kid remarked. "I'm guessing I'm gonna be on your team and inevitably get voted off for being too smart for my own good." This kid wore a deadpan expression at all times. He had on a brown long-sleeve shirt and grey pants, and he was quite tanned. He had messy brown hair that looked like it had never been combed at all.

"Don't get in my way, or I will not hesitate to vote you out," Van threatened.

"Yup," the other kid responded boredly. "Sounds about right."

~[Paul: The Sarcastic One]~

The villain raised an eyebrow. "Just telling you now – don't do anything stupid. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone," he grinned.

"That smile makes me uncomfortable," he said. "You sure you don't want to hurt anyone?"

"Watch how easy this game is!" he spat. Van turned to the third teen and leered over the table. "What about you, little girl? How about we make an alliance? Just the two of us."

This third girl was lying face down on the table. She had long light-blonde hair and war a white hoodie and blue jeans. She was easily one of the shortest contestants in the season and her skin was pale. She raised her head up. "Huh?"

"Weak," he mocked. "Do you honestly think you can win looking like that? Be honest with yourself, you need someone to help you get to the finale – that someone can be me. Otherwise, I don't think I can guarantee your safety in this game."

"Oh, uh," she stuttered. "I don't know…"

~[Kiara: The Socially Anxious]~

"Don't be ridiculous," he said. "You don't want to be eliminated, do you? Don't even think about crossing me. Just join my alliance, and everything will be okay."

"Yeah, you're completely sane," Paul remarked.

Kiara narrowed her eyes. "I'll do it."

"What?" Paul asked in surprise. "You know that guy's nuts, right? Are you nuts too?"

"She's smart," Van said. "See, she knows the optimal strategy is to buddy up with the strongest player, which happens to be me. Her genius earned her second place, easy."

"I think she'd rather have first," he responded.

"Alliances are good things, right?" Kiara asked. "I-I think I know what I'm doing…"

"Your funeral," Paul said dully. He got up off the table and left the two alone.


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Van: "Nobody has ever played Total Drama like I will," he brags. "All these idiots are incompetent, they'll be begging me for a share of the million. The only way to win is to play hard. I'm the only one who will be sitting here in the end."

Paul: "So yeah, this already sounds like a fun time," he says dully. "I mean, at least tell me I'm not going to be on the same team as that Van guy – or at least if I'm on his team, everyone has the brain to vote him out early. He's a nutjob."

Kiara: "I know from the beginning people are going to underestimate me," she says hollowly. "I'm neither strong nor charismatic… but it takes more than that to win. Saddling up to people like Van is a good idea, because he takes the target off my back. There are no good people, so I have no problems doing whatever it takes to win."


"Ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety-three…" The camera pans to the sight of a very tall and muscular guy going push-ups on the floor. He had messy brown hair and wore a brown long-coat. He had brown pants and a maroon shirt, and his skin was tanned. "Hell yeah!" he announced as he finished. "One-hundred!" He stood up.

~[Antony: The Self-Glorious]~

"Wow, you're really good," another kid complimented. "I wish I could do that!" This boy was short and scrawny. He was black and had a square chin. His hair was shaved close to a buzz-cut.

"That's because I'm a full-blooded badass!" he announced gruffly. "Hell yeah!"

"Can you teach me?!" he asked suddenly. "I wanna become strong like you!"

~[Aiden: The Weakling]~

"Listen, little man!" he said. "It takes a little more than determination to get like me! You've gotta be born special! We're you born special? I don't think so!"

"Oh," he said disappointed. "Well… I don't have to get as strong as you! I just wanna get better!"

"No can do, little man!" he said. "There's only enough room for one bad-ass in this game, and that's me! If you want me to train you, you gotta first prove to me that you got what it takes! So what brings you into this game, huh? Surely you don't think you're badass enough to win, do you?"

"I know I'm not strong or smart, but I have something even more important than either of those things!" Aiden said with determination.

"Oh yeah? What's that!"

"I have the power of optimism!"

Another girl walked in on them. She was a short-haired and fair-skinned brunette girl in a purple skirt and black stockings. She had on a magenta sweater, and she was short. She had a glossed-over look in her eyes and she held with her a blue novel. "Hello," she stated blankly.

~[Vi: The Stoic]~

"Gah!" Antony sputtered. "The little people are multiplying! What sorcery is this?"

"You look sweaty," she observed. "Am I to assume that you have been exercising recently? I suppose this is a viable strategy to improve physical strength in the pre-game."

"Exercise?" he said aghast. "Who needs exercise, I'm just this badass by nature!"

"The effects of physical strain cannot be underestimated," she repeated. "Similarly, mental strain can lead to heightened cognitive agility as well."

"That sounds like nerd stuff, yah nerd!" Antony announced.

"What's that book?" Aiden wondered. "Can I have a read?"

"Ah, this?" the girl asked. "This is just a mystery novel. I may not have finished it, but at this point I see no point in continuing beyond confirming my suspicions that the estranged uncle is the murderer," she stated. "Unfortunately, I felt the mystery was quite obvious in this case."

"Hey, are you some sort of genius?" Aiden gushed. "You sound like a genius."

"It was a rather simple observation," Vi stated. "The hints throughout the chapter were quite obvious, I felt. Although I may have gotten accustomed to reading mystery novel anyway. I do read many of them. They are, in my opinion, the best genre of literature as they provide significant challenge for my mental energies."

"Books are for nerds!" Antony mocked. "Read less, play more!"

"You may call me as you wish," she stated.


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Vi: "I am indeed apprehensive of my chances of victory this season. I am quite aware that my emotionless behavior may be off-putting, thus the logical conclusion for me is that my help in mental based challenges may cause them to at least see me as an asset… on the other hand, past the merge the same thing may cause me to be a threat as well."

Antony: "I'm fifty percent muscle, fifty percent MAN, one hundred percent badass! Hell yeah!"

Aiden: "All it takes is a little bit of optimism and anything is possible," he tells the camera. "I'm ready to win, even if everyone else doesn't think much of me!"


"So this is my competition?" a girl mused, leaning from the railing on the second floor. "They don't look like much." She wore an indigo sweater and slightly worn blue jeans. She had blue eyes and a severe look on her face as she looked down on them.

~[Sarah: The Stratbot]~

"Hahaha," another girl laughed. "You know, appearances can be deceiving." She had blonde hair and a white sweater with blue jeans. She appeared quite joyful and enthusiastic.

"Ah, I didn't expect anyone else to be up here," Sarah said. She turned and held out her hand for a shake. "You can call me Sarah."

"Gray," the girl responded. "It's quite the pleasure!" She shook the other girl's hand.

~[Gray: The Nutcase]~

"Same," she stated. "I suppose you're excited to play?"

"Of course," Gray chirped. "Fun times all around! Betrayal, chaos, brutality, bloodshed, tears! I feed off all of it.

Sarah gave a bit of a chuckle. "You know, I was looking for someone like you," Sarah said thoughtfully. "I need someone I could trust to take to the end with me."

"Wait, when did I become trustworthy?" she pondered. "You know, I'm unpredictable. You never know what decision I'm going to make." Gray made a grandiose gesture. "It would be your downfall to trust me!"

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "But you could be trustworthy for a price, right? I'm willing to offer an equal share in the leadership of an alliance, if you're interested."

"Oh… that's actually intriguing," Gray decided. "I'll actually have to think on that one! But I don't understand why you'd pick me?"

"You made me laugh," she conceded. "You're the type of person who can keep me sane in this game. I think everyone needs someone like that."

"Oh, you think I'm funny, do you?" she said in a joking manner. "Perhaps I'll show you how funny I can really be!"

Sarah leaned up against the railing. "Please do," she said amused. "You know, I think you and I will get along just fine."


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Sarah: "In this game, I know that in the end you can't trust anybody. I can't trust Gray. I know I can't. But she amuses me, which is also something I know I need. Above anything, I need to maintain control of my anger during this game. I can't allow a repeat of last… nevermind."

Gray: "Hahaha," she laughs. "I'm already in an alliance and I've hardly done anything to deserve it! Deep space Gray does it again!" She flashes a smile toward the camera. "Look, I'm comfortable with who I am. I'm chaos incarnate, a little eccentric, and a lot excitable. So you know what I say? Screw sanity! It's way funner being a basket case than anything else. The best part is… everyone's gonna underestimate me!"


Everyone gathered downstairs for a final announcement from Chris before leaving to Pahkitew Island. Chef and Chris were on the upstairs railing where Sarah was before. "Before we begin the pre-game announcements, we're missing someone," the host said. "Chef? Go to Rei's room and retrieve her."

"Yes!" Aiden cheered. "I can't wait to start!"

Van scoffed. "Bah, the only person winning this is me."

"Do we seriously have to start by going in the rain?" Tyrenee mused. "Can't we wait for clear weather?"

"I agree with her," Cecilia said. "I have some reservations about going out in the rain. Perhaps the season can be postponed a little? Or, perhaps we could just stay at the Playa for this season.

"Suck it up, weenies," Isaac said. "Live in a trailer with a leaky roof, then you can complain about the rain all you want."

"I'll not be taking those ideas into consideration," the host smiled from above. "First, let's introduce Miss Rei!"

"Let go of me, you stupid oaf!" a voice yelled down the hall. Chef Hatchet was dragging with him a tall girl wearing brown pants and a tan blouse. Her skin was pale and she was freckled with red-hair tied into a ponytail. She got thrown into the hall with everyone else. "You'll regret that!" she hissed from the ground.

~[Rei: The Aggressive Genius]~

"Welcome to the show, Rei," Chris said.

Rei stood back up and tried to spit up and Chris, but she missed. "I'll kill you!"

"Semblance of sanity, this lot," Paul remarked.

"Now that everyone is here, let's start my announcements," Chris began. "We have plenty of things to cover, so listen up people. First thing is that this season is gonna be a homage to the original Pahkitew Island, so you're all gonna have to rough it out there in the wilderness and build your own shelters."

"Booooo!" Gray taunted.

Chris tried to ignore her. "Moving on," he said forcefully. "There are two idols hidden on the Island, one for each team. The only other thing I can say about the locations is that they are both located in similar areas. If you find an idol, you must play it before the votes are read for it to work. When you play it, all votes cast against you will not count."

"Those idols are mine!" Van declared.

"Your first challenge will be to build a shelter," Chris continued. "Both teams will meet at the elimination area for judging. After that, the winning team will leave and the losers will stay for the first elimination ceremony. Both teams will be given a map of the island so you can get around. I'm only giving you one so don't lose it," he warned "Sound like fun?"

"No!" Tyrenee said.

"First, I have to divide you guys into teams. When I call your name, move over to the left. The Screaming Eagles, your team will consist of... Sarah."

"Noted," she nodded.

"Antony."

"Hell yeah!" Antony smirked.

"Cecilia."

"Pleasure to meet you all," she said respectfully.

"Rei."

"Incompetent fools!" Rei hissed.

"Aiden."

"I'll do my best for you guys!"

"Oregon."

"To adventure!" he clapped.

"Gray."

"Hahaha!" she laughed. "May chaos rule!"

"Wyvern."

"This is gonna be fun!" he said.

"Ayane."

"Oh, dear," Ayane said. "I hope we can get along…"

"Tyrenee."

"Present," Tyrenee said simply.

"And Isaac," Chris finished.

"Heheheeeeeh!" Isaac laughed.

"The other team will be called the Killer Bears. Move to the right of me when I call your name. Your team will consist of Diana…"

"Go team!" she cheered.

"Van."

"This will be child's play," Van said.

"Seamus."

"I expect good teamwork from all of you!" he declared.

"Mili."

"Aqui!" she announced.

"Andrew."

He nodded. "Very well."

"Kiara."

"O-Okay," she stuttered.

"Ryan."

"Present and very accounted for!" he smiled.

"Paul."

"Whatevs," he said flatly.

"Seth."

"Game on!" he beamed.

"Vi."

"Request acknowledged," she stated.

"Lastly, Morrigan."

"Fun, huhuhuh!" she droned.

"Antony, Sarah, Rei, Gray, Wyvern, Oregon, Ayane, Cecilia, Aiden, Tyrenee, and Isaac – Screaming Eagles, you'll be taking the green helicopter for a ride to your camp. Van, Vi, Kiara, Andrew, Morrigan, Mili, Seamus, Seth, Ryan, Paul, and Diana – Killer Bears, you'll take the red helicopter. When you get there, you will immediately begin working on your camps."

"Red is the color of blood," Morrigan observed.

"I'll give you guys a couple minutes to get acquainted with each other before you leave. You better make good use of it. After that, you can pack up and grab anything you want to take to the island."


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Rei: "If Chris had bothered to simply tell me it was time for announcements, I would have come. It's hardly my fault I didn't come – and he certainly didn't need Chef Hatchet to come get me. You can mark my words on this, they will regret it."

Tyrenee: "I suppose the good news is I'm not on the same team as Morrigan… but on the other hand I'm stuck with smelly Isaac."

Seamus: "It's up to me to push the limits of my teammates. They'll be counting on me from now on and I can't let them down!"


The camera moved over to the Killer Bears to start. "I want this to be a team that an all-star would be proud of!" Seamus announced to the team. "I expect nothing short of the best from us, so we need to work together!"

"How naive," Van spat. "You think charisma will earn you command? Don't make me laugh, you need a firm hand to rule. Listen to me, if anyone on this team fails or slacks off, I will not hesitate to have you eliminated, understood."

"Ghk!" Seamus sputtered. "No, that's wrong! Proper teamwork comes from building trust and friendship between members!"

"A million dollars is on the line, here," Van said. "If people are under the threat of elimination, I'm sure they'll shape up."

"Perhaps it would be best not to antagonize people so early on, though," Vi suggested. "Some may take a threat the wrong way vote you, yes?"

"That would be a bad move," Van spat. "You guys need me."

"Um, I-I'm with Van," Kiara chimed in. "Rule of force is usually more effective than rule of trust… it's just not as nice…"

"I would deal with whatever the team chooses, myself," Andrew stated. "It matters not."

"Yeah, I'm not interested in playing team politics right out of the gate," Paul added.

"I feel it would be best to wait until our first loss to decide these sorts of things," Ryan said. "Then we can have a target already in mind."

"I already have a target in mind," Van countered.

"Oh? You have a suggestion?" Vi asked curiously. "I am curious as to who you might suggest."

"Morrigan, naturally," Van suggested much to her distress. "She's a little weirdo, and she's probably less than worthless in challenges."

"I know how to curse people!" Morrigan threatened.

"At least it's not me." Seth breathed a sigh of relief.

"No entendiendo," Mili said confused. "What is happening?"

"Nobody gets to be the leader until we get to know each other!" Diana said finally. She sighed. "We can settle this later, let's just try to get to know each other, for now."

"Ghk… this isn't over," Van said threateningly. "The only person winning this game is -"

"- You. We get it, you think you'll win," Paul finished. "Just shut up already."


Confessional

Van: "What nonsense – the only way forward is by controlling this team with an iron fist. Whoever doesn't shape up or follow my command gets eliminated, no exceptions.

Andrew: "Having a split leadership may be a foreboding sign, but I do feel it guarantees my own safety for the time being. So long as I remain neutral in the conflict, Van and Seamus can try to target each other for as long as they wish."

Seamus: "These people need compassion, not a dictatorship!" he shouted. "I don't think Van is a very nice person at all!"


The scene cut to the Screaming Eagles sitting around the couch. "We should probably take the time to get to know each other," Sarah suggested. "It only seems like the best use of our time."

"Yeah, sounds good," agreed Cecilia. She approached Sarah and offered her a handshake. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise," Sarah responded. She eyed the girl suspiciously and then finally shook her hand.

"I don't know what y'all are going, but I don't need a team!" Antony announced. "This should be a team of one! Hell yeah!" He air-guitared.

Tyrenee took a sip of her coffee. "I wouldn't mind you being a team of one, either," she grinned. "Actually, I wouldn't mind myself being a team of one, to be honest."

"That's completely stupid," Rei observed. "If you think you have a semblance of a chance of winning alone, then you're a moron."

"It was a joke," Tyrenee said. "Don't take everything seriously."

"I wasn't joking, though," Antony added seriously.

Sarah flopped down onto the couch and held her forehead. "You guys aren't going to be an easy team to manage, are you?"

Antony suddenly jumped forward. "Look at my coat!" he demanded. "Look at the way it flows in the wind! Isn't it badass? Yeah? Hell yeah!"

"With Antony on our team, I don't think there's any way we can lose!" Aiden gushed.

"You have a lot to learn, kid," Tyrenee joked.

Isaac casually walked toward Sarah. "So anyway, I take it you're gracing yourself with the role of leader, then?" he coaxed. "What if we don't want you?"

"I don't necessarily need the leader role," Sarah answered. She glanced over at the other team. "Last thing we need is a power struggle like them."

"Uh, I think so too…" Ayane trailed off.

"We've got an all-star team," Oregon nodded. "We've got brains and brawn here – nothing can stop us!" he cheered. Sarah nodded casually.

"Look!" Wyvern said as he took a photo. "It's our first meeting as a team!"

Chris blew an airhorn in the room. "Alright, listen up – you're out of time, so get ready to grab everything you need and head out to the island. Meet back in the lobby when you're ready."


Confessional

Sarah: "I've got my work cut out for me with this team," she says. "If I had to eliminate one of them right now, it would probably be either Ayane, Aiden, or Antony. Aiden and Ayane both seem relatively useless, and Antony just seems annoying."

Cecilia: "Something about Sarah doesn't feel right to me – she could be a huge threat, especially later on. It might actually be worth it for me to make a push to get rid of her as early as possible. We'll see."

Tyrenee: "I think this team kinda blows…"


Kiara caught up with Van as he walked to his room. "So… uh… are we still good for an alliance?" she asked him.

"Of course," he responded. "I'd never say no to a free ally. You know what? Aligning with me is the smartest move you coulda made."

"Yeah…" Kiara said awkardly. "B-But, you know we need four more to have a majority, right?"

"Hah!" he laughed. He pulled out a switchblade and waved it around menacingly. Kiara looked shocked. "With this baby, nobody would be stupid enough to say no to me."

"I… was considering trying to win over the people trying to be neutral," the blonde thought, avoiding looking at the knife. "Would you be interested in Andrew or perhaps Ryan?"

"Ryan is just an annoyance, and Andrew seems too smart to keep around," Van decided. "I want Seth – he seems a little desperate. Desperate enough to take what he can get."

Kiara sighed. "I can work with that…" she replied. "But it might not be a good idea to discount people as allies so early."

"Good," he hissed. "But for future reference, don't tell me what to do. Remember who the brains of this alliance is."

"R-Right."

They made it to Van's room and he stepped inside. "Listen," he began. "Just leave to thinking to me. I know what I'm doing," he said as he slammed the door behind him.

"I'm sure you do," the blonde muttered.


Confessional

Kiara: "I still think keeping Van around is good because he'll be such a big target… but it's not easy to put up with him."

Van: "Kiara had the right idea when she suggested to invite Andrew and Ryan… but I can't let her know that. The last thing I need is for one of my allies to get a big ego about things. I'll just keep her feeling useless so she'll feel stuck with me."


"So, are you excited to play?" Gray asked to Aiden as she was walking to her room.

"Man, am I!" he responded enthusiastically. "I've been watching this show ever since World Tour! I've wanted to play since! So why are you playing?" he asked.

"I'm out for blood," she said casually. "I need at least five gallons of blood to resurrect my dad. He's a demon."

"That's a little rude!" Aiden said indignantly. "You shouldn't say such things about your own dad!"

"Oh, I was being literal," she added. "I'm half demon."

"… are you really?" he asked suspiciously. "I think that would be on the news."

She laughed. "I am as far as you know!" she said with a wink.

"Hmmm," Aiden pondered. "I don't know if you are a demon or not… I should keep an eye on you."

"Yeah, you should!" she said. "Hey, off topic, how much do you weigh?"

"Uh… I don't know, something like a hundred and ten, I think."

"A hundred and ten Pounds? I think I can handle that," she replied. "Wanna piggy-back ride?"

"Huh?" he said in shock.

"It's an honest question," she continued. "Do you want a piggy-back ride?"

"Are you… being dirty?" Aiden asked.

"What? No!" she said. "Unless you want me to, haha!."

"I think I'll pass on that," he said. "This feels kinda weird."

"Okay then," she shrugged. "Laters!"


Gray: "I like Aiden, he's naive but cute, but I'm an agent of chaos… I know nothing of such things as love and fear!" she yells. "At least, that's what I tell myself at night."'

Aiden: "Uh… I'm confused," he admits.


"Well…" Chris began as everyone met back up with their things. "Welcome to Total Drama, victims!" he announced. "The helicopters are waiting outside – please remember to get in the on that's for your team," he said sternly. He moved down a flight of stairs and stood in front of the cast. "Listen up, I want to make one thing clear. You've all read your contracts, I hope, so you should know that after the incident with Scarlett, we're holding you guys extra accountable for what goes on here. No going psychotic and trying to kill everyone. We'll sue you and your family for everything you own if you even try, got it?"

"Sounds alright," Seth decided.

"Don't do anything illegal, either," Chris warned. "No assault, murder, or jaywalking. Anything dangerous will be confiscated before you come to the island." Chris gave an aside to Chef Hatchet. "Isn't that right, Chef?"

Chef spoke up and eyed Van. "That means you, kid. Hand over the knife."

"Shit,"he muttered to himself. He tossed the switchblade to Chef Hatchet.

"Alright, now that that's out of the way, all aboard to Pahkitew Island!" he announced. "And I'd run to those helicopters too, unless you want to take a bath on the way there, haha!"


There were two military helicopter outside as it poured down the rain. Inside of the red helicopter was the Killer Bears team – Mili, Kiara, and Diana sat beside each other, all soaking wet. Kiara scooted her legs as close to herself as possible.

"So listen," Diana began, "what do y'all think about the game so far?"

"It is good," Mili nodded.

"Things could be better," Kiara said distantly.

"I saw you was getting close to Van," Diana said concernedly. "I don't think that's a real good idea… the guy seems real dangerous, and I think he's manipulating you." Diana tried to put her hand on Kiara's shoulder.

She flinched and swatted it away. "I don't like being touched!" she said quickly.

Diana jerked her hand back. "Okay, sorry," she apologized. "I didn't know."

Kiara sighed. "Sorry… I didn't mean to snap."

"Anyway," Diana said. "I'm just saying, Van doesn't seem like the type of person to hang around. Just watch yourself, okay?"

"No confío en él," Mili added.

"Ah, I don't speak any Spanish," Kiara admitted. "Sorry." Kiara turned to Diana and breathed in. "I'll keep that in mind," she told her. Diana nodded.


"Brrr," Tyrenee shivered as she climbed into the helicopter. "Good God, the rain is cold." She was the last person to climb in, and the only spot available was between Isaac and Antony. She could only sigh.

"Welcome to hell," Isaac grinned.

Tyrenee took her seat between them and groaned. "This is going to be my special hell, isn't it?"

"Sorry, kid," Isaac shrugged. "I make it my job to make people as uncomfortable as possible. You're just a new victim."

"That sounds accurate," Tyrenee said dully.

Isaac suddenly threw an arm around her shoulder. "Listen kid, I want to let you in on a little secret – I'm creating my own alliance. I call it operation neutral party," he explains. "See, we're gonna operate on the down low and work between any other alliances that spring up."

Tyrenee pulled his arm back down. "Sorry dude, but I don't do alliances. It's not my style."

"Well," he recoiled. "We don't have to be an alliance proper," he decides. "Just a mutual agreement to try to take down any that might occur."

"So like an anti-alliance alliance?" Tyrenee asked. "I might consider it."

"Great, so that's settled," he grinned.

"I said 'might'," Tyrenee repeated. "Don't get your hopes up."


Confessional

Isaac: "I think alliances are inherently bad for a team," Isaac explains. "So I think it'd be in my interest to dismantle any that might… spring up. Any alliances except mine of course," he adds.


Chris watched from the window of the resort as the helicopters took off and flew away and into the distance. "So there we have it!" he says enthusiastically. "Twenty-two teens stranded back on Pahkitew Island! Who will take home the money, and what sort of drama will arise from them? Find out next time on Total! Drama! Nightmare at Pahkitew Island!"