A/N: Lol so much for not double dipping stories anymore. Don't listen to me when I say I definitely will or won't do something. But yeah, I just felt like a change of pace. Hope you guys enjoy!
A cargo helicopter flew directly above a group of four islands. The helicopter's cargo door was open, and a man in his thirties could be seen overlooking the islands. This man was Caucasian and had chin-length black hair, stubble, and bright white teeth.
"Welcome to the Tuhinga Islands!" the man said to the camera. "I'm Chris McLean, here to bring you yet another exciting bout of Total Drama goodness! And this... is Total Drama Shuffle Party!"
The helicopter landed on the largest island, an island covered in trees and other various plant life. The descending vehicle scared some of the various wildlife away from the scene - birds, pigs, bears, etc. Chris hopped out of the copter and onto the ground.
"This season is going to be one to remember," Chris said to the camera as he began walking. The camera followed after him. "Twenty-four teenagers are here to compete in the competition of a lifetime! They'll be forced to complete challenging tasks, make connections with their peers, and use their brains to make it to the end of the game and win that sweet cash prize."
Chris had exited the forest and ended up at what looked to be a beach. There was a dock jutting out from the solid land where the beach cut off and extending out into the water itself.
"Of course, you all know that much already," Chris said as he stepped onto the dock. "There's going to be a lot more to this season, believe me. But the new bits are things our campers should hear too, so why don't we bring our campers out here first? It looks like the first one is just showing up, in fact."
Chris looked out to the horizon to see a speedboat headed towards the dock. The boat stopped briefly at the dock to let its passenger off before speeding off again.
"Welcome to the game, Virgil," Chris greeted.
"Welcome yourself, Cupcake," Virgil smirked.
Virgil was a black young man with messy, dyed-orange hair. He wore a grey hoodie jacket over a pink t-shirt, as well as dark khaki shorts and blue slip-on shoes. He had a small white stick coming out of his mouth, which he removed to reveal that he had been sucking on a lollipop.
"What'd you call me?!" Chris winced.
"Not a fan of sweet talk?" Virgil chuckled.
"Right, your mom owns a candy store," Chris remembered.
Virgil stuck his lollipop back into his mouth. "I've always loved sweets. Still do. Probably always will."
"I guess we all need a hobby," Chris shrugged.
"So, am I the first one here?" Virgil asked as he looked around for more people.
"Yep. Stick around while the others arrive," Chris instructed.
"Sweet," Virgil said as he stuck his hands in his jacket pockets and moved to the other end of the dock.
Another boat arrived, this time with a girl.
"Liberty, glad you could make it," Chris smiled.
"Uh..." Liberty emoted as she shuffled to the other end of the dock.
Liberty was a white girl whose black bedhead hair was tamed only by an orange sleeping cap. She wore a flowy, pale blue nightgown and pink slippers.
Once she made it to the other side of the dock, she curled up into a ball and went to sleep.
"Our future winner, I imagine," Virgil remarked.
"With all the twists this season, anything is possible!" Chris said proudly.
"Anything is possible if you genuinely believe!" added a new face as he stepped onto the dock.
The young man was Hispanic, well-built, and had spiky, dark brown hair and a short goatee. He wore an orange cargo vest over a brown muscle shirt, as well as olive cargo shorts and camel-colored hiking boots.
"You sure about that, Jeremy?" Chris asked. "Could you grow a third arm if you believed you could?"
"With enough passion and effort, your dreams can become a reality!" Jeremy declared. "My dream is to be the first man to scale Olympus Mons!"
"Scale what?" Virgil asked.
"Olympus Mons, the tallest mountain on Mars!" Jeremy explained excitedly. "Anyone can climb Mount Everest. I want to make a mark in history! Climb a mountain thrice the height of Everest, on a whole other planet!"
"So loud..." Liberty whined as she pulled her cap over her ears.
The next boat to arrive carried a tall Hispanic girl whose black hair was done up in two long pigtails. She wore a blue, low-cut tank top, black fingerless gloves, a black pleather skirt, navy leggings, and black knee-length boots. Most notably, however, was the dark grey gas mask that covered her face.
"Roxie?" Chris asked. "Uh, this island isn't radioactive. We made sure of it."
Roxie silently made her way to the other end of the dock and removed her mask.
"Nice to meet you, Roxie," Jeremy beamed. "What's your passion?"
"Passion?" Roxie asked. "Passion is lame," she answered with a nonchalant shrug.
Jeremy gasped loudly.
"That can't be possible," Jeremy denied. "Everyone has a dream. A goal they want to fulfill in their life."
"Nah," Roxie said as she put a cigarette between her lips and lit it. "I'm here to win, of course, but that's the only goal I really need right now."
"Is this the oral fixation club, or what?" Virgil chuckled as he took his lollipop out of his mouth.
Another boat arrived with another girl, this one caucasian with messy brown hair and oval glasses. She wore a green hoodie, faded blue jeans, and brown sneakers.
"Remember the exact time and date," the girl smirked. "You'll want to remember the exact moment when you came across the genius who would change the world."
"See, that's what I like to hear!" Jeremy beamed. "What are your ambitions... uh...?"
"Ginger," the girl introduced herself. "I am Ginger Wakeman, the young genius who will define the future of the robotics industry."
"Robots, huh?" Virgil asked.
"Not just robots," Ginger said proudly. "Androids and gynoids. Artificial intelligence. Anyone can program a machine to mass-produce goods or react to certain stimuli. Few would dare to even attempt to recreate the human mind through mountains and mountains of code. I am one of the few. So when you're making love to your robot wife twenty years from now, you'll have me to thank for bringing her into this world."
"Geez, I'm not even married and I'm already dealing with my overbearing mother-in-law," Virgil remarked as he stuck his lollipop back in his mouth.
The next boat arrived, this one carrying a skinny young man. This boy was Caucasian and had very short brown hair and stubble on his face. He wore black sunglasses, a simple red t-shirt on top of a long-sleeved white shirt, ripped blue jeans, and brown sandals. As the boat pulled in, he faced away from the dock.
"Yo, 'sup, guys!" the boy waved to the ocean.
"Uh, Fred, we're over here," Chris pointed out.
"Whuh? Oh, my B," Fred apologized as he slowly made his way across the boat, tripping and falling his way off the ramp and onto the dock.
"Nice going," Roxie commented emotionlessly.
"I'm alright!" Fred insisted as he stood up, dusted himself off, and faced the island.
"Fred. Over here," Chris repeated.
"Right. I knew that," Fred grinned.
"What are you, blind?" Ginger scoffed.
"Legally, yes," Fred shrugged. "But I'm not about to let it get in my way! I never use my cane, because I don't need one, I don't care what everyone says!"
Jeremy and Virgil glanced at each other unsurely.
The next boat to arrive carried a short, Caucasian young man whose chin-length brown hair fell over the right side of his face. He wore a pink hoodie with a red heart design on the chest, brick-colored shorts, and blue tennis shoes with white socks. He timidly stepped off his boat and played with his hands before making eye contact with the other campers.
"H-Hello," the boy murmured.
"Hello!" Jeremy greeted enthusiastically.
The boy tensed up, took a deep breath, and slowly approached the others.
"I'm, um... I'm not used to being out on my own," the boy admitted.
"No kidding," Ginger scoffed. "Need your mommy to hold your hand?"
"Th-That would be nice, actually," the boy smiled. "M-My name is Hiram, by the way. Please, be gentle."
"You want gentle, I think this chick has you covered," Roxie said as she gestured her head at Liberty, who had fallen asleep on the dock.
Hiram approached Liberty and sat down next to her.
"Um... hi," Hiram greeted quietly.
Liberty snored lightly.
"...Okay," Hiram responded.
The next camper was a Caucasian girl with bottom-length red hair partially obscured by the spangen helmet she wore. She wore a simple metal breastplate on top of a faded green t-shirt, khaki slacks, and brown boots. She also carried a wooden spear with a metal blade.
"Good morrow, Lady Hildegard!" Chris greeted.
"Well met," Hildegard nodded. She turned to face the other campers. "And much the same to thee, fellow warriors! I am Lady Hildegard, paladin in training!"
"What a dork..." Roxie commented.
"I beg thee to repeat thineself," Hildegard requested. "Your whispers were alas too soft for mine own ears."
"Wasn't talking to you," Roxie said as she discarded her finished cigarette into the water.
"As I am a good knight with whom you share no yet acquaintance, I shall let thee off with a warning," Hildegard glowered. "T'would be unwise to be discourteous towards me, especially when unarmed."
"You threatening to kill me?" Roxie asked. She put her gas mask back on. "Doesn't sound like something a good knight would do, but what do I know?"
"Nothing of manners, certainly," Hildegard spat.
"Still didn't threaten to kill anyone," Roxie mentioned.
"Am I interrupting something?" a voice from behind Hildegard asked.
The voice belonged to a Hispanic young man with curly black hair. He wore a steel blue sweater vest over a lavender polo shirt, black khaki pants, and brown loafers.
"Ah, well met, stranger," Hildegard greeted. "I am Lady Hildegard. To whom do I have the pleasure of introducing myself?"
"You used the correct 'whom'. Nice," the boy smiled. "Don't see correct grammar in casual conversation that often."
"I inquired unto thee that I might know thy name," Hildegard reminded strictly. "Thy refusal to acknowledge my question is immeasurably rude!"
Hildegard pointed her spear's tip at the boy.
"Oh, um, sorry," the boy apologized. "Elmer. Elmer is my name. And, uh, technically I did acknowledge it, I just didn't answer it."
Fred, Ginger, and Virgil chuckled at Elmer's response.
"And what, pray, doth the lot of you find so humorous?" Hildegard challenged.
"Technically he's not wrong," Fred told Jeremy.
"It is rude to avoid eye contact when spoken to," Hildegard stated as she marched up to Fred and turned him to face her.
"Oh, you're this direction. Heh. I knew that," Fred chortled.
"I'm sure the audience is enjoying this as much as I am, Hildegard, but we still have several campers to introduce," Chris piped up. "Can't have you taking all the screentime."
"Verily. As a good knight, I shall consider the feelings of others!" Hildegard declared.
Elmer glanced skeptically at the camera as he joined the rest of the campers.
A tall, blonde caucasian girl arrived on her boat and stepped onto the dock excitedly. She wore a hot pink crop top that exposed her pierced navel, skimpy daisy dukes, and gold high-heeled sandals.
Virgil, Jeremy, and Elmer all stared at her.
"Heehee," the girl giggled. "Trying to figure out where you remember from?"
"Should I... remember you from something?" Elmer asked. "No, sorry, you're right, I shouldn't have stared. I have a girlfriend."
"It's okay if you recognize me, big boy," the girl purred as she put her finger underneath Elmer's chin. "I'm flattered more than anything."
"I'm confused. Who is this?" Fred asked.
"Does the name Rhiannon Rispoli ring a bell?" the girl, Rhiannon, asked.
"Can't say it does, sorry," Fred admitted.
"Well, legally, most of you aren't old enough to watch porn anyway, so..." Chris mentioned.
"Wait, porn?" Ginger asked in disbelief.
"Are we to assume you are one who prostitutes herself on film?" Hildegard asked.
"That's such an ugly word," Rhiannon frowned. "I prefer to call myself an 'adult film actress'."
"Is... that allowed?" Jeremy asked Chris.
"I'm nineteen," Rhiannon answered. "Old enough to be in the business, but still young enough to be considered a teen."
Rhiannon strutted up to Hiram, who had avoided eye contact with her the entire time.
"Aww, there's no need to be shy, sweetie," Rhiannon cooed. "I won't bite... unless you want me to."
Hiram's face turned bright red as he put his hood up and pulled the strings on his hoodie.
The next boat arrived with an Asian girl with rose-colored hair. She wore a white sundress and red-and-white sneakers. She staggered off the boat as she took in the sights around her.
"Hey, Wisdom," Chris greeted. "Excited to be here?"
"Who wouldn't be?" Wisdom asked neutrally. "Are we not all here of our own desire to be here?"
"Still not sure about this one," Roxie said as she gestured to Liberty.
"Did you consider that she may have been up all night in anticipation?" Wisdom asked. "Could it be that she's tired as a result of that?"
"She hasn't been awake long enough for anyone to ask, I don't think," Virgil mentioned.
"Besides, she's in her pajamas," Elmer noted.
"Aren't pajamas comfortable?" Wisdom asked. "Do we not wear them for that exact reason? Why not wear pajamas outside of bed?"
"I go to bed wearing nothing at all," Rhiannon pointed out.
"Hmm... could it be that sleeping nude is more comfortable?" Wisdom asked no one in particular. "Should I try it myself tonight?"
"Do whatever works for you, sweetie," Rhiannon winked.
"...Are you flirting with me?" Wisdom asked. "Why?"
"You're cute and thinking about sleeping nude," Rhiannon giggled. "Maybe you wouldn't mind me joining you."
"...Is that an innuendo?" Wisdom asked.
"Oh my goodness, she's precious," Rhiannon squealed.
Another boat arrived, this one with a black young man with black hair in a buzzcut. He wore a purple long-sleeved shirt, burgundy jeans, and dark green tennis shoes. He swallowed and cleared his throat before stepping onto the dock.
"Gotta make a good first impression," the boy muttered to himself.
"How's it going, Jim?" Chris asked.
"It's GREAT, HOW ARE YOU CHRIS?!" Jim responded enthusiastically.
"Uh... I'm fine," Chris said unsurely.
"Are you feeling alright?" Jeremy asked Jim. "You seem a bit on-edge."
"On-edge? Naw, I'm, I'm peachy keen!" Jim said with a forced smile. "It shows, right? That I'm fine?"
"Totally!" Fred said without a hint of irony.
"Wanna smoke?" Roxie offered when Jim joined the rest of the campers. "Help you relax?"
"Smoking? Oh, god, no!" Jim gasped. "I need to remain a good influence on any future children I might have someday! Not soon! Just throwing that out there! My girlfriend is not pregnant and I am not relying on this game to help support the kid!"
"Oh, whew, I was worried that might be the case," Virgil quipped.
"Deep breaths, man," Jeremy told Jim. "You'll do alright. Trust me."
"You're right... I can do this..." Jim said between deep breaths.
"Atta boy," Jeremy encouraged.
The next camper was an Indian girl with purple, shoulder-length hair which had a long cowlick. She wore a red button-up shirt which was unbuttoned and exposed a grey t-shirt underneath, a dark mocha skirt, black mary jane shoes, and calf-length grey socks.
"Ooh, what an interesting mix of side characters," the girl smiled.
"Did she just call us 'side characters'?" Wisdom asked Jim.
"I wonder who will be my rival. The main antagonist," the new girl mused. "Who may be my deuteragonist? My love interest, perhaps."
"I'm sorry, what's your name?" Elmer asked, confused.
"Oh, right," the girl cleared her throat. "My name is Gretchen. I'm just an ordinary high school girl who's found herself wrapped up in this weird game. Every day, we compete in smaller games, and the losers have to decide who among them should leave the game for good. The last one standing wins fame, glory, and one million dollars. The slightest mistake could cost me. This is my story... my Total Drama story..."
"Is she narrating her own intro?" Wisdom asked Jim.
"Why are you asking me?" Jim winced.
"Every good story needs a good protagonist," Gretchen explained. "This good story will have me. I look forward to seeing what roles the rest of you fall under, though."
"I'll be the winner, thank you," Ginger scoffed.
"Hmm, seems arrogant, but not so much so that she's likely to go early," Gretchen narrated. "Minor antagonist, probably not a huge threat to me."
"Excuse me?!" Ginger snapped. "How many artificial intelligences have you programmed, kid?"
"Her skillset doesn't seem to be relevant to the game," Gretchen continued narrating. "Maybe she will go home early. Either way, I don't think I'll have to worry about her."
"Yeah, not after you get voted out first," Ginger muttered.
The next girl to set foot on the dock was an overweight Asian girl with black hair. She wore a brown dress shirt with a red neckerchief, a dark grey skirt, white loafers, and ankle-length black socks.
"Hey, guys!" the girl greeted sunnily. "Who wants to go first?"
"I'm not sure anybody wants to," Fred told her.
"Aw, why not?" the girl frowned. "It's super fun, I promise!"
"Have you... done it before?" Wisdom asked.
"Oh, tons of times!" the girl answered.
"I can relate," Rhiannon giggled.
"Really? You do caricatures, too?!" the new girl asked excitedly.
"Oh, no, I thought we were talking about something completely different," Rhiannon tittered.
"I don't know what you guys thought I meant. I'm Bunko," Bunko introduced. "I've been called the ultimate caricaturist."
"By whom?" Hildegard asked.
"Uh... some people," Bunko answered airily. "I don't remember. You want me to draw you?"
"I suppose a bout of amusement may be in order whilst we wait for the others to arrive," Hildegard smiled.
"It's a yes or no question," Bunko said as she tilted her head to the side.
"She seems absentminded, but chipper," Gretchen narrated. "Could be someone to keep an eye on."
"Are you going to do this with everyone?" Virgil asked Gretchen.
"Until we get access to the confessional," Gretchen answered.
The next boat arrived with a chubby red-haired boy with a dark brown newsie cap. He wore a black sweater with white stripes on the chest, khaki slacks, and black sneakers.
"Morning, Kirkland," Chris greeted.
"Morning," Kirkland responded.
Without another word, Kirkland joined the rest of the campers.
"Are you nervous, too, like so many of the others?" Wisdom asked.
"Eh. Not really," Kirkland answered.
"Not much of a talker?" Roxie figured.
"Not really," Kirkland answered.
"Cool. Me neither," Roxie said.
"Cool," Kirkland responded.
Silence.
"The taffy barrel ran low, eh Chris?" Virgil asked.
"I cast everyone for a reason," Chris assured him.
"Yeah! Everyone has the potential to do amazing things!" Jeremy added.
"But, uh, there can only be one protagonist," Gretchen reminded everyone.
"Are we not all the protagonist of our own story?" Wisdom mused.
"Nah," Kirkland answered. "I'm nothing special."
Silence.
"I'm done!" Bunko announced as she showed everyone her caricature of Hildegard.
"Fie! My nose reaches no such great size!" Hildegard objected.
"Looks right to me," Kirkland snickered.
"Aw, thanks," Bunko said with a wide smile.
A tall, muscular Arabic girl stepped onto the dock. Her long, black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore a goldenrod tank top, dark-salmon shorts, and periwinkle running shoes.
"I have to apologize in advance," the girl began. "I know you all came onto this show to win, but I'm afraid that is simply impossible."
"Challenges aren't everything," Elmer stated.
"You misunderstand," the girl said. "I am Shadya Aiyub. I have trained my body and mind from childhood in order to become the perfect human being. I know eight languages. I always finish first in each marathon I run. I have perfect scores in every class I have ever taken."
"Shadya Aiyub... I know you!" Jeremy realized. "You're the youngest person to ever climb Mount Everest on your own!"
"I know that name, too!" Ginger remembered. "You programmed that AI that's never lost a game of tic-tac-toe!"
"Both of these are correct," Shadya nodded. "Quite simply, I am human perfection. Victory is inevitable."
"Hm, she believes right out of the gate that there is zero chance of losing," Gretchen narrated. "Maybe she'll be my rival. Maybe even the main antagonist."
"Please. 'Rival' implies that you have a remote chance of comparing," Shayda stated.
"I may not have as many accomplishments as you, but you're forgetting one important thing," Gretchen said confidently. "Underdogs never lose."
"In that case, I must be the world's biggest underdog," Shadya remarked.
"No... she has to lose..." Jim muttered as he began trembling. "She has to."
A caucasian girl skipped off her boat and onto the dock. Her neon green hair had streaks of blue and pink as well as a black bow hair-clip adorning it. She wore a purple tube top with a green logo on it, a black skirt, blue-and-pink striped thigh-high socks, black sneakers, and rubber bracelets of many colors on each arm.
"Rawr!" the girl shouted.
"Eep!" Hiram jumped.
"Oh, no worries," the girl giggled. "That means 'hello' in dinosaur."
"I didn't realize Hot Topic was capable of giving birth," Virgil remarked.
"Roflmao!" the girl responded. "My name's Tegan. This game is going to totally roxxorz!"
"Not anymore," Kirkland chimed in.
"Awww, how come?" Tegan pouted. "Does somebody got a case of da grumpies? Need hugs?"
"My Chemical Romance will never get back together," Kirkland stated.
Tegan burst into tears.
"Too soon!" she sobbed. "The Black Parade will always carry on!" She immediately stopped crying. "Okay, quiz time: Do you like waffles?"
"They're fine, but I prefer syrup if you know what I mean," Rhiannon said as she licked her lips.
"Epic fail!" Tegan whined. "That's not how the video goes."
"It's how my videos usually go," Rhiannon tittered.
"End me," Kirkland grumbled.
An overweight black boy with fluffy, dark-blue hair made his way onto the dock. He wore a tan-and-brown striped sweater, black shorts, and forest green sneakers.
"Big cast for a newbie cast," the boy noted. "Then again, the TDI cast was pretty big, and that's most people's favorite cast, though I'm still convinced that's originality bias."
"Pardon?" Shadya asked.
"Oh, right. Sorry," the boy apologized. "I'm Nestor. You might recognize me from my Total Drama blog, where I discuss all things Total Drama, from the show itself to the people who make the show what it is. I know what makes a good season and what makes a bad season, and I can assure you, I will not allow this to be a bad season."
"One thing any season needs is a good protagonist," Gretchen said. "At your service."
"Oh, honey," Nestor said patronizingly. "The protagonist is never the fan favorite, and never wins anyway."
"And who do you think will win?" Gretchen huffed.
"If I had to guess... her," Nestor pointed to Roxie. "I can see it now. From asocial beginnings, she slowly comes out of her shell, makes friends, maybe even falls in love, and finds her passion and drive to win it all!"
"I can win without doing that," Roxie said as she narrowed her eyes behind her gas mask.
"Okay, but what kind of boring winner story would that be?" Nestor asked rhetorically.
"Exactly, which is why I should stay as the protagonist!" Gretchen added loudly.
"Does a good season entail her going home early?" Hildegard asked.
"Oh, for sure, sweetie," Nestor chuckled.
"Hey!" Gretchen objected.
An Asian boy with tidy brown hair and glasses stepped onto the dock. He wore a yellow polo shirt with a mint green tie, charcoal slacks, and black dress shoes.
"Um, hey, everyone," the boy started. "Um, my name is Kun, and, um, I am here to lead my team to victory."
"We don't have teams yet," Jim said. "At least not that I'm aware of."
"Um, well, you know, in the future, if we do," Kun said. "Um, but yeah, even if you aren't on my team, um, we can still chat, and, um, maybe I can help you out with whatever."
"Thy stammering betrays thee!" Hildegard accused. "Have you any confidence?"
"Um, well, I'm just trying to..." Kun began fidgeting. "Um, I will be leading my team, and, um, if you don't like it, then you can leave?"
"Is that a warning, or a question?" Shadya challenged.
"Um, well, you know, I just... please, just let me have this," Kun requested.
"He lacks confidence and he's trying to be the leader," Gretchen narrated. "Nothing to worry about here."
"Honey, honey, honey," Nestor said as he shook his head. "Do the words 'character development' mean anything to you?"
"Stop trying to be relevant," Gretchen snipped.
"Kun! Truth or dare!" Tegan randomly shouted.
"Um... truth?" Kun responded tentatively.
"...I didn't think of a truth. Poop!" Tegan pouted.
"Um, I can help you think of some in case you want to play later?" Kun offered uncertainly.
"Woot!" Tegan cheered.
A thick caucasian girl with spiky brown hair had just arrived. She wore a black t-shirt, blue jeans, pink sneakers, and a rose gold heart pendant.
"Hey, Louise," Chris greeted.
"Hey, Chris," Louise acknowledged. "I'm ready to kick ass! When can I kick some ass?"
"Soon enough, Louise," Chris answered. "Only a couple more campers to introduce, and a bit of orientation first. Then you can kick as much ass as you want."
"Gah. I can't wait that long," Louise complained.
Louise scanned over the other campers before settling on Elmer.
"Wait, Elmer?!" Louise gasped.
"You two know each other?" Bunko asked.
"Yeah, we've met," Elmer admitted.
"'Met', my ass!" Louise said as she ran up to the boy and hugged him tightly. "We're dating!"
"Ooh, so you're his girlfriend?" Rhiannon asked.
"He's mentioned me?" Louise asked. "Elmer, don't flatter me like that behind my back! Do it to my face, you big goof."
"Right," Elmer chuckled awkwardly.
"You don't sound that enthused to see her," Fred noted.
"It's not that!" Elmer insisted. "I'm just... so surprised by what's happening that it's stunned me to silence."
"Elmer, we talked about that," Louise frowned playfully. "You need to vocalize your feelings more, remember?"
"Right," Elmer said as he rubbed the back of his head.
The next boat arrived with a caucasian young man with shaggy blond hair and a soul patch. He wore a green jacket over a white tank top, blue jeans, and black flip-flops.
"I'm gonna have to apologize in advance," the boy began. "I know you all came onto this show to win, but I'm afraid that ain't happening."
"Didn't you basically say the exact same thing?" Wisdom asked Shadya.
"Yes," Shadya answered.
"What? Oh hell naw, that can't be," the boy denied. "You know why? Cuz I'm Steve Jenkins. Steve Jenkins is the original. Steve Jenkins is everyone's role model. Steve Jenkins is a way of life, G. Never forget. I'm Steve Jenkins."
"So who is he supposed to be?" Wisdom asked.
"I think it's Steve Jenkins," Bunko answered.
"Who's Steve Jenkins?" Wisdom asked.
"That guy," Bunko answered.
"Hey, I think y'all are ignoring the important thing here. And that's Steve Jenkins," Steve Jenkins frowned.
"What makes Steve Jenkins so great, exactly?" Rhiannon purred.
"Steve Jenkins is more than greatness," Steve Jenkins boasted. "Steve Jenkins is the answer and the question. The beginning and the end. Anyone on my team will be lucky to have me. You know why? Cuz I'm Steve Jenkins."
"Yeah, having an easy vote right out of the gate is pretty lucky," Kirkland smirked.
A petite black girl with wavy blonde hair stepped onto the dock. She wore an orange cardigan over a denim-colored romper as well as dark navy sandals.
"Hey there, Rowan," Chris greeted.
"Hey, Chris," Rowan smiled. "Hey, fellow campers. Who's ready to win?"
"That's the spirit!" Jeremy beamed.
"As the protagonist, this game is mine," Gretchen boasted.
"Um, not a chance, chica," Steve Jenkins said. "I'm winning this. You know why? Cuz I'm Steve Jenkins."
"You kids believe whatever you wish, but it won't save you from the inevitable reality of your loss," Shadya sighed.
"Wow, lots of confident players here," Rowan said, impressed. "I wonder which of you really will take it all."
"Not her," Nestor whispered as he pointed his eyes to Gretchen.
"I don't care what your made-up trends say, I'm winning!" Gretchen insisted.
"Not as long as me and Elmer are here," Louise grinned. "We're going to destroy this whole game together!"
"Ooh, a couple, I presume?" Rowan asked.
"The strongest power couple since Alejandro and Heather," Louise nodded.
"It looks like we have some strong competition," Rowan giggled to a number of campers who hadn't spoken up yet.
"Um, perhaps, but, um, anything can happen... right?" Kun figured.
"Maybe, but we'll have to work for it if we want to beat the strong players," Rowan pointed out.
"Do you think we can?" Hiram asked timidly.
"We can do anything we set our minds to!" Jeremy exclaimed.
"...I see," Hiram mumbled.
Rowan chuckled to herself as she joined the other campers.
A pale young man with messy brown hair that covered his eyes curiously stepped onto the dock. He wore a long-sleeved brown shirt, dark grey sweatpants, and grey sneakers.
"Where... am I?" the boy asked.
"I'll explain everything to everyone shortly," Chris assured him.
"...Okay..." the boy complied.
"Rawr!" Tegan greeted. "What's your name?"
"I... I can't remember," the boy admitted.
"Nice to meet you, Icantremember!" Bunko said cheerily.
"Did you hit your head on the way here?" Shadya deduced.
"My head doesn't particularly hurt..." the boy admitted. "I'm not sure what's going on, honestly."
"Well, if you don't remember your name, we'll still have to call you something," Nestor thought aloud.
"Should we call him Icant for short?" Bunko offered.
"How about Mark?" Elmer suggested. "Since he seems to be one big question mark."
"It's... It's as good a name as any," Mark agreed. "By the way, I know this whole... not remembering thing... might be kind of hard to deal with. If I ask stupid questions, I just ask that you please be patient."
"Chris, you know his name, right?" Louise inquired.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I know all about this kid," Chris confirmed. "But where would the fun be in telling you? Ahaha."
"It's less 'for fun' and more 'so I know what's going on'," Mark frowned.
"A mystery contestant. Always a polarizing concept in the fandom," Nestor noted. "I might have to vote him out early just to be on the safe side."
"Hey, narrating is my shtick!" Gretchen objected.
"Welp, I think that's everyone," Chris said. "If you'll all follow me to the campfire site, I'll explain to you all how this game is going to go."
Chris returned to land from the dock, and the campers all followed him, except for Liberty, who continued sleeping on the dock.
Hildegard returned to the dock.
"Hark! Slumbering child!" Hildegard shouted.
"Unnnnnnnnnnnh," Liberty moaned.
"It's time for Chris to explain the game to us," Hildegard informed her.
"I don't wanna..." Liberty whined.
"I did not give you an option," Hildegard stated as she lifted Liberty up and carried her bridal style to join the rest.
Chris led the campers to a small clearing in the forest which was lit with tiki torches. There was an unlit campfire pit in the center. There were six tree stumps in a semicircle around the campfire pit, upon which Ginger, Gretchen, Nestor, Rhiannon, Shadya, and Steve Jenkins all immediately sat. Off to the side was a wooden outhouse.
"Welcome, one and all, to Total Drama Shuffle Party!" Chris said grandly. "This is-"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT!" a voice called as a weedy young man ran onto the scene. "I... I made it...!" the boy panted.
"Oh. Right. Forgot about you," Chris said. "This is Dean."
Dean was a Caucasian boy with short black hair. He wore a white-and-blue striped shirt, olive shorts, and black sandals.
"Why so late, Dean?" Chris asked. "We almost started without you."
"I... I wasn't late," Dean said, confused. "My boat left at the exact time it was supposed to."
"Oh. Must have just forgotten about you," Chris shrugged.
"It happens," Dean sighed. "Often."
"Anyway, as I was saying..." Chris glared at Dean. "Total Drama Shuffle Party will work a bit differently from other seasons. As you may or may not know, this season will take place on the Tuhinga Islands. There are four islands, and every few eliminations, we'll move on to the next island. Each island will have its own twists that will change how you approach the game."
"What twists does this island have?!" Fred asked excitedly.
"Glad you asked, Fred," Chris grinned. "This is Whenua Island, an island of the earth's bounty and providence. So much so, that we decided that you will not get any cabins, dining hall, restrooms, or anything of the sort."
"Interesting," Rowan commented.
"That's bullroar!" Steve Jenkins complained. "I deserve nothing but the best. Cuz I'm Steve Jenkins!"
"Yes, you will have to forage for your own food, build your own shelter, and live off the land as best you can," Chris continued. "All this, on top of the regular Total Drama fare of challenges and eliminations."
"Sounds tough..." Hiram quivered.
"You guys should know to expect this kind of thing from this show," Chris chuckled.
"I take it that's the confessional booth over there?" Jim asked as he pointed to the outhouse.
"Indeed it is, Jim," Chris confirmed. "Actually, before I forget, why don't you guys go ahead and drop a quick one? Confessional, that is."
Confessional:
Virgil: It's pretty sweet being out here. I like to think I'm pretty laidback overall, don't really let things get to me. I won't say for sure that this game will be like taking candy from a baby... maybe candy from my mom's store. Seriously, the security measures there are ridiculous. I just wanted some licorice!
Liberty: I just wanted to sleep in all summer... That's what summer is for... I don't care about making memories... (She whines.)
Jeremy: I truly do believe that you can achieve anything with enough grit and determination. Mountain climbing is my achievement of choice, but Total Drama doesn't seem too far off so far. I've hiked enough trails to know what to do in an emergency, and right now, the lack of food and shelter is an emergency!
Roxie: (Her gas mask is off and she's smoking a cigarette.) Passion is stupid. It's just nothing but cringey. I do not need it... I'm still here to win. Make no mistake of that, 'kay? This game will be mine.
Ginger: I am almost always the smartest person in any given room. I actually have built a fully-functioning robot before. And imagine how much more advanced I could get if I had the funds from winning this game. That's the carrot at the end of the stick for me, here.
Fred: (He is facing the wall.) People always tell me that they feel sorry for me because I'm blind. I don't get why. I'm proud of being blind! It honestly doesn't really affect me. I can still win this game in spite of it.
Hiram: I've never been away from my mommy for this long, but she insisted that I do this so I could be more independent. I didn't want to, but Mommy knows best, so... here goes? I'm not going to lie, I'm really scared.
Hildegard: Growing up, it was always the same things. "Fantasy Nerd", "Goody Two Shoes", "not girly enough". These are titles I wear with pride! These are titles that shall guide me through the treacherous dungeon that is Total Drama Shuffle Party! My holy lance shall assist as well.
Elmer: Yeah, Louise and I are dating. This is actually the first time we've met in real life. We met online. We both applied for the show, and I honestly didn't think we'd both get accepted. As happy as I am to see her, I wish she didn't tell the others about our relationship. I don't want either of us to get targeted for it.
Rhiannon: I'm just dripping with anticipation for this game. I didn't think I'd be allowed on, but nineteen years old is still legal. (She winks.) I'm going for the "cute and harmless" angle here. If it works for my videos, it should work here, right? (She giggles.)
Wisdom: Am I likely to win? Am I likely to last long? Why do I overthink things? Don't I realize that it doesn't get me anywhere? Will I ever break this habit? Will it cost me this very game? Am I taking too long in here? Should I let the next person go?
Jim: (He sighs.) Yeah. What I said before is true. I got my girlfriend pregnant. I've tried getting a job, but every time I've applied for one, it's been a bust. Not that my parents would let me drop out of school anyway. So I need this prize money. I'm just... Anything could go wrong, and I could lose the game in an instant. That terrifies me.
Gretchen: I don't know who the rest of these losers think they are, but I am the protagonist of this story. I will be the main character that everyone loves, and I will be the winner. It's as simple as that. My first goal right out of the gate is to vote out anyone who thinks they can challenge me for that title.
Bunko: I don't think you need strategy to win. Lots of winners on this show have gotten by by being friendly and getting along with others. And I love being friendly and getting along with others! Drawing caricatures for people is fun, too. I wonder if I can get pictures of everyone before the season is over.
Kirkland: Yeah, not really a spotlight kind of guy. Might just stay under the radar and leave the drama to everyone else.
Shadya: I simply do not fail, because I do not allow myself to. I have not trained my body, mind, and spirit relentlessly so that I can accept anything less than perfection. The other twenty-three could all band together at once, and still not stand a sliver of a chance. Simple as that.
Tegan: Lawl, this bunch seems so random! I can tell this is going to be fun! We can stay up all night on energy drinks and give our testimonials on how Hayley Williams has touched our lives. I really want bacon cupcakes. Roflcopter!
Nestor: So far this cast seems... very okay. We'll see how things branch out. Not a lot of people stand out as potential strategic masterminds, so I might have the edge here. I'm a student of the game, and honey, I know a thing or two about what strategies work and what strategies don't.
Kun: Um, so my parents told me that they expected me to be a strong and charismatic leader here, but, um, I'm not really sure I'm qualified? My parents expect a lot out of me, and, um... they're going to see this, aren't they? I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. Um, I'm still going to try my best.
Louise: Elmer and I met online, and we've been talking about getting together in real life for a while, but meeting on Total Drama is somehow even better than a fancy date! We both love Total Drama, and I'm ready to destroy the competition in the name of love!
Steve Jenkins: I don't think the others know who they're dealing with here. I'm Steve Jenkins. I'm not to be messed with, and not to be trifled with. And I'll prove it once the game happens. They'll truly know what it means to be in the presence of Steve Jenkins.
Rowan: See, the key to getting by in this game is to make sure there's always a bigger target than you. So you might catch me... persuading the others that such and such a person is too big a detriment to let stay, or too big a threat to keep around. Whatever lets me stick around.
Mark: So, from what I've gathered, we're in a competition for a million dollars, where someone leaves the game permanently every day or so. Interesting. I can see why I might have signed up for this kind of game. I can't remember my own name, but I know this sounds enjoyable. But... why have I forgotten so much...?
Dean: I get picked on a lot. It happens. I've learned to accept it... for the most part. It still gets to me sometimes, but letting myself stay down isn't going to help me any. So I'm going to win this game and prove to myself and others that I'm not just some lame kid. I'm a lame kid who won Total Drama! Er, wait...
As Dean exited the confessional booth, Chris resumed explaining the game.
"You might get called in to give confessionals once or twice a day. This is also where you'll be casting votes at the elimination ceremony," Chris continued.
"When do we get split into teams?" Louise asked excitedly.
"I was just about to get into that," Chris answered. "And this, campers, is your first challenge! Hidden around Whenua Island are four empty campsites. You'll know you've found one by the big round Total Drama Shuffle Party rug we've placed there. Your job is to find one. Once six campers have settled on a campsite, that campsite is full, and that will be your team. Once you've made it to a campsite, you cannot leave it unless that campsite is full. And as an incentive for getting to your campsites quickly, I will offer rewards to the first three teams to fill up. The first team will receive tools for building a shelter, a box of granola bars, and an advantage in our first Invincibility challenge. The second team will receive the tools and the granola bars. The third team, just tools. The last team to fill out will earn nothing."
"Um, sounds like good incentive," Kun noted.
"Glad to hear it. Because your challenge starts... NOW!" Chris announced.
The campers immediately ran out of the campfire site.
Louise immediately pulled Elmer aside.
"I can't wait for us to take this game by storm!" Louise cheered.
"Uh, yeah," Elmer responded. "Look, Louise, I-"
"Alright, guys, where are we going?" Gretchen asked.
"Huh?" Elmer asked.
"Obviously both members of the alpha couple are destined to make the merge," Gretchen explained. "And so does their close friend. I'll be the LeShawna to your Gwen and Trent. The Cameron to your Mike and Zoey. The... uh... Sky to your Shawn and Jasmine?"
"I like the sound of that," Louise smiled.
"Wasn't Samey the friend to Shawn and Jasmine?" Elmer pointed out.
"Don't recall asking you," Gretchen dismissed.
Elmer sighed. "Fine. Let's go."
Confessional:
Elmer: I was about to explain to Louise that we should be on different teams, so that when we merge, we'll have allies from multiple teams, and that'll give us much more of a foothold in a circumstance where we'll probably be targeted for being a couple. I love Louise, so much, and I don't want either of us to go home early because of that. Gretchen... I'll trust her for now, but I don't expect us to be best friends like she seems to.
Shadya had already begun running through the forest to search for a campsite. Jeremy and Ginger caught up with her.
"Shadya!" Ginger greeted. "Mind if we tag along?"
"We're big fans," Jeremy beamed. "It'd be cool if we were on a team together."
"How on Earth are you keeping up with me?" Shadya asked Ginger. "Him, I understand, but you're small and scrawny."
"I don't tire easily," Ginger boasted. "Helpful for those long nights of programming and engineering."
"Very well," Shadya agreed. "I could use people like you on my team. You may feel free to join me."
"Awesome! Thanks so much!" Jeremy beamed.
"So, uh, do you know where we're going?" Ginger asked.
"That big tree," Shadya pointed to a giant oak tree in the distance. "I am positive that there is a campsite near it."
"Great call, Shadya," Jeremy said with a thumbs-up. "I was just thinking the same thing."
Confessional:
Shadya: Ginger and Jeremy both seem to understand the mental and physical heights I have reached. If they wish to assist me in my eventual win, who am I to deny them? If they stay truly loyal, I may let them take 2nd and 3rd place.
Hildegard held Liberty's hand as she made her way through the island.
"Let gooooooooo," Liberty whined.
"Nay!" Hildegard objected. "You will only return to thy slumber if I do."
"...Yes," Liberty said.
"Being on this show is a great honor," Hildegard frowned. "Why squander such a blessing?"
"I don't wanna," Liberty pouted.
"Pray, how didst thou come to be among the chosen few against thine own will?" Hildegard inquired.
"I thought this was one of those games where you live in a nice house and don't have to try that hard," Liberty explained.
"So you are interested in the game?" Hildegard asked.
Liberty had already fallen asleep.
"Are you-?" Hildegard winced. "Awaken, child of slumber!"
"No," Liberty pouted.
Hildegard groaned as she continued to pull a sleeping Liberty along.
Confessional:
Hildegard: The sleeping girl... I can't recall her name, but her essence of sloth is an insult to those who would be here in her stead! Indeed, I have had mine own applications rejected in the past, so to see such an opportunity wasted, I can't but scoff at such ignorance.
"Yeah, let's go!" Fred cheered as he ran through the forest, eventually running face-first into a tree. "AUGH! Am, am I bleeding?"
Fred felt his face for wounds when Roxie slowly approached him.
"Maybe don't run around in a forest when you can't see?" Roxie suggested.
"Being blind is nothing," Fred insisted. "I can get by."
"Evidently not," Roxie tsked. She removed her gas mask, put a cigarette in her mouth, and lit it. "Follow the smell of my smoke."
"Don't patronize me. I know what I'm doing," Fred said defiantly.
Roxie walked off without a word.
"Did you leave?" Fred asked. "Hey! Get back here!"
Fred sniffed the air for smoke and ended up following the smell until he was able to catch up to Roxie.
"So you do need me," Roxie commented.
"I do not!" Fred insisted.
"Then why did you follow me?" Roxie asked.
"You don't think I can get by because I'm blind, huh?" Fred challenged. "Well, I'm going to show you!"
"By following me?" Roxie droned.
"If we stick together, we'll be on the same team, right?" Fred asked. "I'll prove myself then!"
"If you say so," Roxie said.
Confessional:
Roxie: Fred is just bizarre. Ignorant of his blindness. He's going to get hurt... It's not that I care. He's blind in more ways than one. Can't stand to see it.
Hiram tentatively approached Mark.
"Hey, so..." Hiram began. "I'm not going to lie, I don't have any idea what I'm doing. But neither do you, right? Want to stick together?"
"Wouldn't it make more sense to stick with someone who does know what they're doing?" Mark asked.
"You're right," Hiram sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Hey, guys!" Bunko greeted. "Want to look for a campsite together?"
"Do you know what you're doing?" Mark asked.
"Probably," Bunko answered.
"It's better than the two of us going alone," Hiram told Mark.
"Perhaps," Mark conceded.
The three went off in search of a campsite.
"...Remind me of your names?" Mark requested
"Whoa, you really are forgetful!" Bunko gasped. "I'm Bunko!"
"H-Hiram," Hiram introduced.
"Hm. I wonder if my real name is as uncommon," Mark mused.
"I can help you try and remember," Bunko offered with a smile.
"I'm not sure I'll be of much help, but I'd be happy with being friends with you guys... if that's alright," Hiram added.
"Of course!" Bunko beamed.
Confessional:
Mark: I'm glad that those two are willing to help, but how do they plan on going about it? I don't even know how I lost my memory, let alone how I can get it back...
Kun approached Nestor and Rowan.
"Um, how would the two of you like to accompany me?" Kun offered. "Um, the two of you seem to understand the ins and outs of Total Drama, so, um, I think we could, um, make a good team."
"Honey, please," Nestor responded. "I'm a slut for flattery. Keep going."
"Oh, um..." Kun responded, taken aback. "You said you ran a Total Drama blog, right? I bet you know what it'd take to win, right?"
"I bet he does," Rowan added. "You'd best watch out for him."
"I try," Nestor said in faux-modesty. "Alright, honey, you win. Let's team up."
"Um, okay, good," Kun said with a small smile. "Now, um, where do you guys figure a campsite might be?"
"Hmm, knowing Chris, probably somewhere super out-of-the-way," Nestor figured. "Somewhere dangerous that probably doesn't have anything we can actually live off of."
"Um, that does make sense," Kun agreed. "Um, is there anywhere we can see that fits that description?"
"Is that a mountain over there?" Rowan pointed off to the distance.
"Ooh, looks like it," Nestor agreed. "Good call, honey."
"Oh, anyone could have seen it," Rowan dismissed.
"Alright, um, let's head out then," Kun suggested.
"Let's!" Nestor said readily.
Confessional:
Rowan: Note to self: keep good suggestions to a minimum. If I look too smart, people might notice, and that could mean a target on my back later on down the line. You can never be too careful. (She winks at the camera.)
Wisdom wandered aimlessly when Rhiannon approached her.
"Hey, sweetie," Rhiannon greeted. "You lost?"
"Does anyone truly know where they are going?" Wisdom mused. "Does anyone know this island better than anyone else? Are we not all lost?"
"You've got me there," Rhiannon giggled. "Want me to come with?"
"If you wish to accompany me, who am I to say no?" Wisdom figured. "Do you still intend to sleep with me?"
"Oh, that?" Rhiannon asked. "I mean, if you want to, I certainly won't complain, but I respect your boundaries if you don't."
"Why don't we stick with being friends?" Wisdom suggested flatly. "Have you seen any of the others? Do you know where they might have gone?"
"Can't say I did, sorry," Rhiannon admitted. "I think the boys are embarrassed to be around me."
"Why?" Wisdom asked.
"That's right, you weren't there for my introduction, were you?" Rhiannon remembered. "I'm an... adult film actress. I think any boy who wants to work with me might be labeled a pervert. It happens more often than you'd think."
"Outside of work, I presume? Outside of the game?" Wisdom asked.
"...So, what are your hobbies, Wisdom?" Rhiannon asked.
"Why are you changing the subject?" Wisdom asked.
"I don't want to talk about that," Rhiannon said.
"Then why did you bring it up?" Wisdom asked.
"Can we just drop it?" Rhiannon asked testily.
Confessional:
Rhiannon: At first I thought Wisdom's whole little airhead shtick was cute, but now I'm just wondering if she genuinely just doesn't understand social cues. I'm not sure if I want to stick around with her.
"Alright, deep breaths," Jim muttered to himself as he paced back and forth. "Find an ally. Someone you can go far with. Someone you can trust."
"You alright, man?" Virgil asked. "Want some gum?"
"GUM?!" Jim asked. He took a deep breath. "Gum would be nice, thank you."
"What flavor?" Virgil asked.
"What flavors do you have?" Jim asked.
"All of them," Virgil answered simply.
"Cinnamon?" Jim requested.
"Take the pack, honestly," Virgil said as he gave Jim a fresh pack of gum.
"Want to go to the final two together?" Jim immediately offered.
Silence.
"Sure, why not?" Virgil shrugged.
"Thanks," Jim said with a sigh of relief. "Sorry, I'm kind of on-edge."
"Eh, I get it," Virgil said casually. "Low key I'm kind of nervous, too."
"Really? It doesn't show," Jim commented.
"I have all this candy on me for a reason," Virgil said as he opened a bag of gummies and began eating it.
"Is candy therapy a thing?" Jim asked.
"Probably not," Virgil said. "But it makes me happy, so it's, like, whatever."
"Well, in any case, I'm grateful for the gum," Jim smiled as he began chewing a piece. "To the final two!"
"Hell yeah," Virgil smirked.
Confessional:
Jim: I definitely came on too strong to Virgil, but he didn't seem to mind that much? Hopefully? Either way, I could definitely take a hint from him as far as hiding my emotions goes. It's never been a strong suit of mine.
Kirkland had silently broken off from the campers and went exploring the island on his own.
"No sense in overplaying right out of the gate," Kirkland told himself. "I'll make friends after I'm already on a team."
"Rawr!" Tegan roared from right behind him.
"Christ on a unicycle!" Kirkland shouted. "Where the hell did you come from?"
"Well, you see, when a mommy and a daddy love each other veeeeeeeeery much..." Tegan giggled.
"Can you bother literally anyone else?" Kirkland chided.
"But Kirkland, friendship is magic!" Tegan giggled.
"So is the fact that you haven't been arrested for harassment yet," Kirkland remarked.
"Hey Kirkland. Hey, hey, hey, hey Kirkland," Tegan goaded. "Kirkland. Kirky dirky dirkland. Kirkitty Dirkitty Hirkitty Burkitty Shirkland."
"What?" Kirkland asked through his teeth.
"Tacos!" Tegan laughed.
"What about them?!" Kirkland shouted.
"Tacos are teh awesomes!" Tegan beamed. "Hey, did you know 'tacocat' spelled backwards is still 'tacocat'?"
"Did you know that the autism rate in children is increasing?" Kirkland retorted.
Confessional:
Kirkland: Tegan is proof that hell is real, because I am already there.
"Guys, come on!" Steve Jenkins objected. "How come no one wants to team up with me?!"
"I'm still here," Dean pointed out.
"Literally anyone at all?" Steve Jenkins asked.
"No one picked me either," Dean repeated. "We could still-"
"Don't make me go by myself!" Steve Jenkins whined. "You can't do that to me! I'm Steve Jenkins!"
Dean sighed as he went off on his own.
"Man, you know what, screw this!" Steve Jenkins shouted. "I'm Steve Jenkins! I don't need help from anyone. I can win this all on my own!"
Confessional:
Steve Jenkins: I mean, yeah, I knew what's-his-face was there, but let's be real, dude seemed like a total lamer. I'm Steve Jenkins, I can't be associated with lamers.
Meanwhile, Dean searched through the forest on his lonesome.
"Can't say I'm surprised nobody wanted to search with me," Dean sighed. "But I'm still here to win this. They can ignore me, or count me out, or whatever. But the game's not over until it's over. And this game has only just begun."
Chris stood at the campfire site.
"The campers have set off!" Chris said to the camera. "They've formed groups already, but will those groups be able to stick together? Who will win the rewards, and who will be left in the dust? Will any new friendships emerge? Any new rivalries? It's an all-new season with all-new possibilities, dear viewers, and I, for one, am excited to see how it all turns out! So stay tuned, dear viewers, to Total! Drama! Sh-Sh-Sh-SHUFFLE PARTY!"