A/N Hello and welcome to my first TD fic. After being cancelled by Can't Spell Beautiful, A.K.A. Deviated Hero A.K.A. Freaknik, I have gotten permission from him to pick it up and roll with it. Since the characters were already chosen when it was cancelled, I would like those who had submitted a character that was chosen for the final cast to please resubmit their characters, such as Donnie Danzig from Another Dead Hero, and Lily Larkin from ilykshopping. These characters will take precedence over any other applicants. But, unfortunately if your character isn't resubmitted soon, I'll have to choose from one of the other applicants.

P.S. For the original cast members, send your applications directly to me via P.M.

The camera pans of the expansive landscape of Camp Wawanakwa, before coming to rest over our esteemed host standing on The Dock of Shame.

"Welcome to Camp Wawanakwa! I'm your host, Chris Maclean."

Chris starts walking away from the dock to stand in front of the cabins, which amazingly look… clean?

"Yes the cabins have been cleaned." responds as if reading the viewer's minds "It was in the contract we signed with the new company sponsoring us."

His walk continues until he's standing in front of his podium at the campfire.

"We had troubles with our old sponsor, C.S.B. Productions. That is why this season had to be delayed." A small hint of anger flickers in his eyes as he mumbles "Stupid C.E.O. said it was too dangerous, we lose to many interns, the food went rotten in the fifties, blah, blah, blah." He ends his little rant with a small 'humph' before realizing the camera was still rolling. He blushes a light pink before addressing the camera.

"Yeah, so we're now with Broken Wings Inc., which by the way, is paying me double what I was being paid before!" Chris laughs… and laughs… and laughs…

The camera man, now starting to worry about Chris' mental health, as well as his own, turns the camera around to show himself

"Cut to commercial!" He even accents it by making a chopping motion with his hand.

The camera pans over a desert tropic island… or so we think. On the beach stands a man, looking especially bad-ass in his black combat fatigues, vest and aviator shades, as well as sweating quite badly from the aforementioned items.

"Welcome…" He drawls out in a very sophisticated accent "My name is Albert Wesker, and I am the host for TV's newest reality show, Resident Evil Survivor."

"Your favourite characters from the Resident Evil series are going to be stuck with this sadistic host," He gives a chillingly evil smirk towards the camera, causing some viewers to faint, some even start laughing maniacally, but enough of them back to the host "competing for One Million Dollars!"

Before he can continue his little monologue, a very loud squeal, louder than Katie & Sadie's, one that could only come from a fan-girl, cuts him off.

Looking around nervously, he tries to escape the scene, only to be glomped by a cute blonde girl, hereby known as W.C.

As Wesker's screams of fear, and W.C.'s screams of fan-girlyness, fade into the background as the camera pans away. The survivor theme begins as the survivor logo appears.

We will now return to your regular programming.

We return to the show finding Chris collapsed on the ground from lack of oxygen. Surrounding him are six of the original campers, Courtney, Duncan, Owen, Gwen, Geoff, and Bridgette.

Gwen, realizing the camera is back on, clears her throat and begins to speak.

"And we're back. As you can see we are going to be the six returning campers, and since Chris is out of it at the moment, I guess I'll finish his little speech."

She reaches down pulling a script out of Chris' back pocket, flipping it open she reads. "Since we had to leave our old sponsors, they refused to give us the addresses of the original cast of T.D.B. we are asking them once again to send in their applications. We are deeply sorry about this incon-Blah, blah, blah." She crumples up the script, throwing it away "Way too preachy. Anyway, just re-send your applications. I mean you have a chance to win one million dollars, a small chance, but a chance none the less."

Chef Hatchet, if that is his real name, walks out from the cafeteria looking… well, pissed off as usual. He glares at the campers before barking. "What did you do, Maggots!?!"

The camera man cuts in. "Man, he just started laughing and couldn't stop, Man. It was freakin' crazy, Man."

Chef grunts in response. "Might be a case of Pure-Evil-Bliss."

Everyone gives him an odd look, before replying collectively with a 'What?'

"Never mind you maggots!" Dragging Chris along as he leaves.

After staring at him for another ten seconds, Duncan decides to address the camera. "Yeah… anyway. All you guys better rejoin, because you already were picked, it'd be unfair for you to miss this." He gestures to the entire camp, with a poorly contained laugh. "And besides, there were a lot of hot chicks on the cast."

This remark rewards him a swift elbow to the ribs, courtesy of Courtney.

Gwen chuckles softly as they start bickering in the background. "So we will se you next time on…"

"Total! Drama! Backfire!" The campers all yell.

Applications

-Personal Info-

Name (First and Last):

Nickname:

Gender:

Age (16-20 only):

Stereotype:

-Looks-

Hair (Color, Style, and accessories):

Eyes (Color and Shape):

Skin Color:

-Clothing-

Everyday wear:

Jacket/Coat (For bad weather. Optional):

Nightwear:

Swimsuit:

Formal:

Accessories (i.e. jewellery, glasses, etc.):

-Extra Info-

Personality:

Bio (Keep it somewhat short.)

Likes:

Dislikes:

Phobias:

Friends with what stereotype:

Enemies with what stereotype:

Paired Up?:

If 'Yes' what stereotype/personality:

-Audition Tape-

A/N And there we have it. The first chapter to TDB. The 'commercial' is promoting Wesker Chick's 'Survivor Resident Evil Style' fan-fic. It inspired me to write a humorous fic. Go read it… NOW!

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You back? Okay. I'll accept any ideas for commercials, pairings, interns (Might be included), challenges, anything. If it's a good idea, it's a good idea. So chop-chop, and send those apps people! Like I said before, the original TDB cast will be picked first and foremost. And if you want to include extra info not listed above, go ahead. I'll probably wait untill this weekend before writing again, so hurry. This story will be more awesome than radio-active rubber pants… hopefully. And points for the first person to find the definition for Pure-Evil-Bliss.

K. Clark