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At a rundown summer camp in Canada a man walk out in front of the camera and said ''Yo, were coming at you live from camp Wawanaka somewhere in Matoska Ontario. I'm your host, Chris McClain. Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television at this very moment. Here's the deal: 23 campers signed up to spend 8 weeks here at the old summer camp. They'll compete in challenges against each other and then have to face the judgment of their fellow campers. Every three days one team will either win a reward or watch one of their team members walk down the dock of shame to the loser boat and leave Total Drama Island for good.''

At the fire pit Chris continued, "Their fate will be decided here at the dramatic campfire ceremony, after each challenge all but one will receive a marshmallow. In the end only one will be left standing and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune." Finishing as he holds up a treasure chest of $100,000 "Which, let's face it. They'll probably blow in a week. To survive they'll have to battle flies, grizzly bears, disgusting camp food, and each other. Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out here, at this moment on... TOTAL... DRAMA... ISLAND!"

(Theme song)

"Welcome back to Total Drama Island!" Alright let's meet our first 12 campers. We told 'em they were staying at this five-star resort, so, if they seem pissed that's probably why." The sound of a motor boat was soon heard. The first of the contestants to arrive was Beth. She was slightly on the pudgy side with chestnut-brown hair done in a high ponytail. She wore a green and gold shirt festooned with a variety of pin-on buttons, and pale pink slacks. Beth wore Coke-bottle glasses and braces. ''Beth, what's up?'' Chris greeted the perky girl. She replied ''It's so encourage-less to meet you! Wow! You look shorter in actual life!'' Beth's manner was as awkward as her body. This pissed Chris a little. He really hated it when people pointed out his height. "Uh, thanks!'' Chris dryly remarked.

The next person to arrive was DJ. A bit on the tall side wearing a white cap, brown shirt, and black shorts showed up. Without a doubt his stature made him look very athletic. "DJ!" Chris greeted the second of the contestants. "Yo! Chris McClain, how's it goin'? Hey, you sure you got the right place here? Where's the hot tub at?" he asked as he looked around. He read somewhere in that contract something about a hot tub. "Yo, dog! This is it! Camp Wawanakwa!" Chris redirected the topic and pointed out to the direction of where the camp site was. DJ said, ''Humph! Looked a lot different on the application form.''

The next camper was a Gwen. Her short hair was dyed pitch-black and highlighted in teal. Her dark, cool-colors outfit consisted of a sleeved corset top that arranged her modest chest to its best advantage; a short skirt with a patchwork look; forest-green hose; and black, knee-high platform boots. Her pasty complexion was not the artificial, chalky white of a hardcore Goth. Chris said "Hey, Gwen!" "You mean we're staying here?" she asked, wondering if the trailer would be big enough to fit a hand full of people let alone all the contestants. "No, you're staying here," he gestured to the old log cabins. "My crib is in air stream with A-C, that way!" he said pointing out said trailer. "I did not sign up for this!" the girl responded with a scowl. Holding up the forms Chris said, "Actually, you did!"

Gwen goes to the application forms and rips them up. Pulling out a copy he said "The good thing about lawyers is...They make lots of copies!" "I am not staying here!" she said stubbornly, contract or no contract she was not going to be stuck on an Island for who knows how long. Chris smugly said "Cool! I hope you can swim though, because your ride just left!"The boat horn honks as the captain signals that he was heading his way back to the main land.

"Jerk" She muttered darkly under her breath. The fourth contestant to arrive was Geoff. A cowboy type who wore sandals, jeans, a pink silk button-down shirt, and a ten-gallon hat. "Chris McClain! What's up man It's an honor to meet you man." The pretty boy greeted the host. "The Geoff-ster! Welcome to the island, man." Geoff responded, "Hey Thanks, man." Gwen sarcastically remarked at the display. "If they say man one more time, I'm gonna puke!" The next boat drove up,

"Everybody, this is Lindsay!" the host introduced as a blonde stepped off the boat. She sported a warm-colors ensemble consisting of stylized cowboy boots, a short skirt, and a halter top. Containing her hair was a baby blue bandana while the rest of her hair was straighten out. Her skin was fair and flawless, and her face was made up subtly and skillfully. Chris remarked, "Not too shabby!" "Hi, ok you look so familiar?" the attractive girl asked. "I'm Chris McClain...the host...of the show." he emphasized. "Oh that's where I know you from." She replied sheepishly. Annoyed Chris said, "uh..ya"

The next contestant arrived was Heather. A tall, model-thin, drop-dead gorgeous girl stepped ashore with regal bearing. Her straight, waist-length hair was unbound, and as black and glossy as jet. She wore a stylish maroon top that was little more than a sports bra, barely legal shorts, and open-toed, spike heel shoes. Removing her sunglasses with a glare that could scare almost anyone as she took in her surroundings. She had an aura of snootiness around her. So self-absorbed she forgoes introductions altogether. Chris said, "Heather?" "Hi, looks like we're your new friends..." Beth unintentionally says while spitting. "...for the next eight weeks!"

The boat next deposited a punk type with a wiry build. He wore a black T-shirt, emblazoned with a large skull design, over a long-sleeved yellow undershirt. His dark hair was styled in a green Mohawk, and his face was slightly heavily pierced. This detail revealed him as a punk, as opposed to another Goth. Chris said, "Duncan, dude!" "I don't like...surprises!"he told Chris, ominously pounding his fist into his open palm.

"Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that man, he also told me to give him a holler any time and have you return back to juvie!" Duncan sniffs. "OK, then." As he sauntered down the dock to where the other contestants stood, walking past Heather. "Meet you by the campfire, gorgeous?" he suggested with a leer. "Drop dead, you skeez." Heather scoffed in disgust and then turned to Chris. "I'm calling my parents; you cannot make me stay here."

Seeing the next camper, Chris said, "Ladies and gentlemen, Tyler!" Another boat drove up, motor sounds blaring and boat horn was in an all red jogging suit and short brown hair steps down from the both. His luggage comes tumbling out. Unlike the other contestant this one skied in, but tripped and skimmed through the water and hit the dock launching him into the luggage. "Oooo, ouch" everyone said except Chris. "Ahhh, my shoes" Heather said. "Wicked wipe out man" Chris said

Another contestant arrived, wearing eyeglasses with thick lenses. Below his lip were a few wisps of hair that were presumably meant to be a soul patch; and upon his head, a crop of brick-red hair. Chris Laughs and the Kid sighs. "Welcome to camp, Harold!" Followed shortly after was a glasses wearing guy on the scrawny side. With Auburn hair, a blue shirt and green pants it was the contestant Harold. "What's he looking at?" Beth questioned. "So you mean this show is at a crappy summer camp and not on some big stage or something?" He asked. "You got it!"

"Yes! That is so much more favorable to my skills!" He skips like a fairy as Chris makes a weird face. "Contestant number ten...is Trent!" He was dressed casually, a semi-camo shirt featuring short, camo-pattern sleeves, light olive-green torso. Emblazoned on his chest was a black hand print, the significance of which he never bothered to explain. He wore a large backpack in lieu of luggage, and carried what could only be the case for an acoustic guitar. "Hey, good to meet you man! I saw you on that figure skating show, nice work!" He said. Chris responded, "Hey, thanks man! I knew I'd rock that show!"

"I saw that! One of the guys dropped his partner on her head. So, they got immunity that week!" Beth brought up. "Lucky, I hope I get dropped on my head!" Harold said as Lindsay murmured a similar reply. "Me too!" Trent asks, "So, this is it?" Harold picks his nose much to the nauseating of the others. "...Alright then!"

Another boat and another arrival. Tall and willowy, she was pretty in a 'girl next door' sort of way. She wore her long, naturally blonde hair in a low ponytail that was more functional than fashionable; and she wore no makeup. She was dressed simply, with a sky-blue hoodie, shorts and sandals, and she carried a red and gold surfboard. "Hey, what's up!" the girl said

"All right! Our surfer chick, Bridgette, is here!" Duncan called out "Nice board, this ain't Malibu honey." She replied "I thought we were going to be on a beach?" she asked upon taking a good look of the area only for her face to drop a bit in disappointment."We are!" I suppose I can settle for swimming." Bridgette sighing at this disappointment. "Alright that makes 11 contestants" Chris replied, "Ow darn it", because he got hit by Bridgette's board.

A/N: I recently decided to try this out so here you go. I'm trying to clear up some document space so this along with two other fics will be published. Anyway, next chapter all put one of the 23 will arrive.