NOTICE!

This IS a REVAMP of an old TD story I did...I deeply regret deleting it, but luckily, I saved it just in case. I don't want to go through a lengthy explanation why I deleted it, if you want to know, private message me. I only got far into writing three chapters, and then I was in the middle of writing my fourth and...stuff happened. I'm back now, though and I REALLY REALLY HOPE I can pull through with this fic. I've changed things a bit...but this chapter, I haven't changed much. Almost all of it is the same, I deleted some unnecessary words such as "to be," which is 'passive voice,' and I'm trying not to write like that. My writing somewhat differs than before, and I looked back at my old writing...it was a bit pretentious. I was very overambitious with this story, and it shows a bit in the writing. Nevertheless, the story is back and the cast did not change. So nothing to worry about...enjoy reading!

(Most of what is written below was written around March of 2013)


Prologue

This is my one of my several attempts at finishing fanfiction. I have been a Total Drama fanfiction writer for a while; I hope I can finish my first fanfiction with the beginning of a new series. My only goal is writing this as realistically yet imaginatively as I can. Frankly, I don't consider myself that competent a writer. Nonetheless, I might as well start now. I would like very detailed characters, and develop them into more relatable, well-developed responsible people in the process. All characters will presumably make a significant difference in their own lives after the fanfiction is finished. Along the way, there'll be new contestants. For now however, we're stuck with these twenty-two. Soon enough, you'll begin unraveling dramatic moments before your eyes. I thank everyone who took their time to read this little introduction. Feel free to drop your comments, advice and reviews! If you have further questions, you could either PM me or simply review here.


Dramatis Personae

Augustus

The Highbrow Intellectual

Big Daddy

The Rapper Wannabe

Blake

The Cocky Showoff

David

The Amish Boy

Ethelinda

The Gothic Clairvoyant

Felicity

The Bubbly Party Animal

Genevieve

The Egotistical Untalented Celebrity

Hayley

The Effeminate Drag Queen

Iris

The Disturbingly Insane Girl Who Drinks Cotton Candy Soda, Steals Oxygen Tanks From the Senior Citizens Home, Wears a Mexican Wig, Eats Babies, and Licks Other Girls Armpits for A Living

Jacob

The Perverted Ladies Man

Jazmin

The Gossip Columnist

Kat

The Runaway

Lois

The Nononsense Girl

Mason

The Marines Cadet

Michele

The Surfer Strategist

Nigel

The Chillaxed Dude

Paisley

The Zealous Environmentalist

Seth

The Garage Musician

Stephanie

The Small Town Girl

Tania

The Sweet Random Girl

Thomas

The Wallflower

Zayden

The Chill Couch Potato


It was six in the afternoon, the black birds migrating away. The sky glistened a peach-orange colour. The camera zoomed in from the deep Muskoka waters to the island. Dark green, fresh, prominent tall slender trees scattered throughout the island. A stretched-out dock stood out in front of the island. There was a whitewashed out sign with 'Welcome to Wawanakwa!' embossed in dark green letters. A particular man, who appeared well into his twenties, stood on the dock. His dark, shaggy straight hair was reminiscent of the typical teenage-boy hairstyle. He wore his favorite industrial grey, dark blue mishmash shirt. Christopher McLean, about to speak, looked confident in stance as gusts of Canadian wind blew his hair.

He turned to wink at the camera, clearing his throat. "Hey! Chris McLean here, the host with the most! This show is gonna be awe-awesome!" he paused vividly. "Total Drama Survival is a unique experience for the audience at home to enjoy. The drama, the challenges, everything; will happen in this abandoned summer camp, Camp Wawanakwa! Twenty-two people from all over the globe will compete for the grand prize! One freaking million dollars!"

He began pacing back and forth nervously. "Only the winner will claim the prize! The runner-up obtains half a million, the third-placer receives one hundred thousand and the fourth-placer gets only a penny!," he chuckled, grinning stupidly. "Out of the thousands who auditioned, I picked the top twenty-two that I found the most interesting! The best thing about it is...They all have deep insecurities; some obviously have too big of an ego to confess it. Most of them have one huge, dark secret, too big that it would destroy them, their safety…threatened, if anyone dare found out!"

Chris concluded, "The audience will enjoy watching the drama unfold in their very eyes! Who will be our winner? Who'll bring the most drama out? Who'll be our vilest villain? I'd say more but, I don't know, let's get started already!"

An antiquarian sailboat approaches shore, dropping off a fairly tall girl with long strands of light blond hair. She sported a baby blue glitter shrug jacket, medium-blue denim jeans and white heels.

"Felicity! Glad you could make it!" Chris giddily exclaimed.

She jumped like an eager child, "I can't believe I'm here, I can't wait to have so much fun here!"

Chris sighed annoyingly, "I wouldn't count on that if I were you, but whatever...She really enjoys shopping at malls and as the life of the party; she's always on her way to have a good time every day!"

"Where's the loo? I seriously have to tinkle," she asked, smiling innocently.

Chris facepalmed, pointing at the grotesque, compact square box behind him, "Yeah…it's right over there."

As Felicity ran, the next contestant arrived. It turned out to be a pensive girl, who had enormous dark grey, bushy hair. She wore a dark red sweater, and black skinny jeans.

Chris sulked, 'Our next person is...wow. I don't know why I chose you! According to the description, you're pretty boring… Lois."

"Yes, I know I'm boring. At least I can admit it, unlike yourself," the new girl spat blatantly. Chris, immediately taken aback, retaliated. "Hey! I'm the host with the most! You take it back!"

Lois rolls her eyes, "Did I offend you? I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to offend you, even though you're an arrogant bastard. Such pity I have for you."

Chris' voice reaches an angrier pitch, "Enough! Who do you think you are to insult me? This is my show, got it?!"

She shrugs, walking towards Felicity, who said, "That was so mean..."

Lois sighs, "Welcome to the real world..."

The third contestant, a tall guy both slender and muscular, beamed a genuine smile. He wore a light pastel green dress shirt, covered by his pristine denim overalls. What most people didn't notice was his Christian cross necklace.

"He's a...an Amish gentleman with ideal manners, and exceptional work ethic. He has the chivalry of a medieval knight...it's too bad he is very isolated from the outside world. Anyway, here's David!'

David timidly spoke. "Hello, Mr. McLean. Forgive me, I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

Felicity blushed, but Lois remained unimpressed, crossing her arms.

David kneeled down, glimpsing at the crystal blue sky. He clasped his two hands, before breathing softly. "I would like to thank all of you very much for this opportunity; I wish to serve you all well. I would like to thank God for this great blessing. My Lord, I promise to talk to you every night during my stay on the island. I come to ask that you please protect us from harm's way during our stay and I hope nobody gets hurt. Thank you, God. Amen," David gets up, turning around to see the campers.

"Awe! That was such a cute little prayer!," Felicity clapped giddily.

David placed his hand on his heart, kneeling down once more. "Why, thank you, Mrs.?"

"Felicity!" she said in glee.

"Well done. Thank you for wasting your time.", Lois dully remarked.

Chris grew impatient, "You just ruined the moment...thanks Lois."

"You're the one who ruined the moment." she smirked back.

The sky becomes dark grey, as distant lightning suddenly bolts in the background. An angry boy with long straight, blond hair stomps off the boat, cladding a black tee with the words "The Grudge", dark blue worn-out jeans, and worn-out sneakers. He also donned several black rubber and metal bracelets on his right arm.

"Seth! How are you on this fine day?," Chris grinned, knowing the question would tick him off.

Seth growled. "Don't. Bother. Me. Kay?"

Chris backed away, alarmed. "Fine! Sheesh."

After glaring at the others, Seth groaned as he walked off, distancing from them.

Chris shrugged, "I don't know what his problem is but…he's a guitarist who recently started playing with his rock band, "The Grudge" in his garage..."

David looked troubled, whereas Lois' blank expression had not changed. Felicity was looking down at the ground, deeply saddened. "Should I walk up to him, guys?"

Lois unexpectedly sneered, "We'll prepare for your funeral in the meantime."

Felicity gave her a confused look, but decided to walk up to him anyway. "Hey…are you okay?"

Seth, who sat down on the ground, sternly said. "What part of not bothering with me did you not understand? Get lost."

"I just want to help with whatever problem you're having. I really hate to see people all sad. Everybody should be like happy, add a bit of colour in your life!," she smiled, nevertheless failing to improve Seth's mood.'

"Too bad that I don't care…go live in your fantasy world. I'd rather suffer a slow, agonizing death then survive with such ignorance, to foolishly believe that by constantly being happy and cheery, everything will be all right. You, nor anyone else, aren't aware of how much I've suffered. You're very fortunate you have parents and friends who love you. Now, imagine if all of that was taken away from you.," Seth ominously suggested.

Felicity frowned, "…That would be so terrible! I'm really sorry."

He snickers in a slight sinister tone. "I don't need your pity. That shit doesn't work with me. I can tell that you benefit best by living the rest of your life in blissful ignorance, so do me a favour and live your life, otherwise it'd be my pleasure in crumbling it into oblivion."

Both David and Lois appeared apprehensive. "Don't worry…He will help him. He helps everyone, because he loves every one of us," David promisingly implied.

"Who's he?," Felicity asked.

"He's talking about God, our quote-on-quote Saviour. The One who apparently loves us so dearly, he let over six million Jews di…," she didn't have the chance to continue, as Chris interrupted.

"Shut up, Lois!," Chris spat.

As a shadowy figure steps off a new boat, he's revealed as a tall, bronzed, skinny guy dressed in pure feminine attire. His face covered with typical girly makeup, the black mascara, the pink lipstick. He is wearing a pink skinny blouse, light blue girly skinny jeans, and small black flip-flops. Also included are countless tacky accessories such as: a lime green feather boa and cheap plastic big sunglasses with obnoxiously big yellow rims. He tosses multi-coloured, bright confetti; patting his shoulder-length, curly dark brown wig. He threw his arms in the air, smiling with great pride.

"Hey girls and boys! Hayley is here, Hayley the fantastical performer has arrived with such beautiful bliss! We all know that all the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts. His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, mewling and puking in the nurse's arms, then the whining school-boy, with his satchel and shining morning face, creeping like snail unwillingly to school."

He puts his hand on his heart, sighing dramatically as he sang the following lines. "And then the lover, sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad, made to his mistress' eyebrow."

"Then a soldier," he playfully salutes, his voice changing into a deeper voice. "Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, seeking the bubble reputation, even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, in fair round belly with good capon lined, with eyes severe and beard of formal cut, full of wise saws and modern instances; and so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon," he walks similar to a hunchback. "With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, his youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide for his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, turning again toward childish treble, pipes and whistles in his sound."

"Last scene of all, that ends this strange eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything!," Hayley theatrically faints.

Everyone but Felicity appeared unenthusiastic. She was the only one clapping, "EEE! That was such a great performance! You should be an actor for The Globe!"

Hayley gasped, astonished at her compliment, "OMG! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW! I HAVE TO HUG YOU!," he quickly ran up, squeezing Felicity tightly. She looked uncomfortable at first, but smiled shortly afterwards.

The other three people still remained disturbed. Chris pointed out, "He is an actor, he's an aspiring Broadway actor and obviously, a drag queen."

David raised his hand. "Mr. McLean, what is a drag queen?"

Chris facepalmed, "A dude who dresses like a girl…"

"Oh…," David was left confused.

Hayley and Felicity walk together, with the remainder of the cast in the background. "What a fabulous jacket! Where did you get this lovely article of clothing?," Hayley questioned.

Felicity giggled, "Aww, thank you! I got this from a fellow mate at a party I went to a month ago. It's my favourite jacket so far! Thank you so much for this, Sally! And Hayley, I love your blouse! Most guys get all grotty about pink."

"Alas, they do! Such specification that pink is a female colour is childish!" Hayley agrees, "You're British?"

Felicity nodded, cackling with Hayley. "British, I am! No, I don't like in London, if you want to know."

The next boat left a fairly fair-skinned short girl. She had dirty medium-length blond hair, a light green sweater exposing her navel, and pale blue booty-shorts. She walks onto the dock, grinning at everybody.

"Hey, everyone, my name's Stephanie and I come from Cambria, California! You look like nice people, and I'm glad to meet everybody."

Seth worn a smug smile, while Chris slowly nodded. "Well, I'm glad you're enthusiastic. Stephanie is your typical small town girl who joined for a whole new experience."

"Sounds about right," she replied.

"Hey girly!," Hayley waved. "The name's Hayley. It's fantastic to see another actress accepted to star in this fabulous production. Would you like to join Felicity and I? Who wouldn't want to become acquainted a lovely girl like you?"

Stephanie quietly laughed, "Nice to meet you, Hayley. Thanks for the welcome! And sure, I'd love to!"

Lois, who stared at them, candidly rebuffed, "Since when did Barbies become people?"

David looked on, "They're happy together and that's all that matters. Not like that guitarist guy. Poor guy," he frowned.

Seth scolded, grabbing the nearest twig and tearing it apart.

Lois, who saw this, pointed out icily, "Don't worry. He's happy. Can't you tell by that angry glare?"

"Hmm…maybe he is happy."

Lois gave him the "Are You Serious?" look, walking away afterwards.

Hayley, Felicity, and Stephanie were sitting together, laughing like innocent school girls. Hayley touched Stephanie's shoulder. "So Steph…if it's okay if I call you that."

"It's okay. Actually, plenty of people in my high school call me that."

"So, what do you do in your spare time?," Hayley took off his plastic sunglasses.

"I do plenty of things. I'm the captain of my volleyball team and head of the broadcast journalism club. I plan on becoming an international TV journalist. I can just picture myself on TV, narrating my side of the story on the most important, controversial world events to the whole world. It's really entertaining to get involved with what is going on the world today."

"Oh, I totally understand what mean. I'm an actor and it's oh, so fabulous to be on stage, and to play a different role. It's so boring living your life being the same person every single day, and by acting as a character, you discover new personalities. You play the character with your heart. You bring it to life, give it your all. I've always sought to sing with my soul to the world! It feels so fantabulous!," Hayley softly giggled.

Felicity joins in with a shrill laugh, "That all sounds interesting!"

"Enough with the girly chit-chat!," Chris shouted, gesturing them to come back.

"About time," Seth dramatically rolled his eyes.

When Hayley and the two girls rejoin the cast, a petite girl with short brown shaggy hair appears. She was dressed in a worn-out, artificial leather jacket, a blue mid-length denim skirt, black combat boots and fishnet stockings.

"Here's Kat, a young woman who ran away from her parents."

"Awe…", Felicity and Stephanie both harmonize.

Kat looked uncomfortable, glancing at the girls. She then glared at Chris, jabbing her finger, "Did you have to inform everybody about that on national TV? That's nobody's business."

Chris sadistically laughed. "Yes…Yes I did. You're on national TV, not my fault."

Without second thought, Kat marched up to Chris. "It isn't your fault, but it's not my fault that you're asking for trouble, either," she raised her fist near his cheek.

Lois and Seth chuckled to themselves, while David intervened. He walked up to them, attempting to separate the two. "Guys, let's not fight on our first day. Please, let's not upset God tonight."

"Yeah, we can't upset the greatest invented concept tonight.," Lois half-heartedly agreed.

"Huh?"

"Nevermind."

"Kat? Is it?," David naively interrupted.

"What?," she irritatingly uttered.

"I don't want to offend or nose around but, why'd you run away from your parents?"

"Why do you care? You just met me today?"

"I'm sorry you're going through hard times…just pray to God, and he'll grant your wish!," David's demeanor changed from serious to blissfully idealistic.

Everyone stared at him and Kat. She surrendered, deciding to reveal what was bothering her. "Fine, you guys wanna know since I'm on public TV? Might as well tell why. I was so sick of my parents verbally abuse me and their stupid fights! They always complained about how I wasn't their perfect Daddy's little girl! Ugh, I can't stand them. I'm not talking about this ever again, so don't ask me again," she paused, "and don't you dare tell anyone else either."

"I'm sorry. I have faith in you to forgive them eventually. They deserve it…right?," David questioned innocently.

Kat groaned, "No, no they don't. I rather not."

Another white boat drops off someone new. A slender guy with a childlike face reddens. He pulled up his dark blue jacket hood, not wanting anyone to notice him. His hair was coarse, dark and poofy. As everyone looked at him oddly, he looked down, trying to avoid eye contact. He tucked his hands on his navy blue jean pockets and awkwardly walked away.

Chris gave a shockingly warm welcome. "Thomas! Welcome! He's a bit timid as you can see. I don't know what your deal is, are you embarrassed that you're on TV?"

"I don't know," Thomas suddenly blushed.

Felicity skipped to Thomas, clutching his hand, "You're soooo quiet! Why don't you join us?"

Thomas mumbled something inaudible.

Felicity seemed puzzled, "Well…I'm sure you'll make up your mind, right?," she awkwardly giggled.

Thomas shrugged, walking off strangely without saying a word.

A ninth boat leaves a somewhat tan guy, with short spiky dark red hair. He had bangs that covered his right eye. He donned a pale yellow Bob Marley shirt, light grey skinny jeans with knee-holes, and light-sky blue hightops.

Blake took out his shades, putting them on, "Let's do this shit."

Chris sneered. "Blake, welcome to the island."

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, "So I'm looking at everyone…This is too easy for me. I'm winning, that's no question. Look at all you chumps, I can take everyone down in less than a day."

"Cocky bastard," Seth seethed under his breath.

Stephanie appeared offended, not hesitating to tell him off. She placed her hands on her hips, "I wouldn't be too sure of yourself if I were you. Watch what you say, you'll be voted off before you see the light of day."

"Yeah umm…Blake is cocky. He likes to show off a lot. Doesn't seem like he'll be making friends anytime soon.," Chris scratched his head.

As everyone glared at Blake, he ignored them and said, "I'm sure you would've done the same if I wasn't cocky, so shut up."

Everyone gasped, before he continued, "And I didn't sign up to make friends. I got friends back home. I already have the ladies drooling over me too. Point is, I'm winning, and you weirdos can't do shit. I mean, look at you guys. Like that…thing over there," Blake pointed his finger at Hayley.

Hayley stood his ground, "Thing? Someone doesn't know their vocabulary. I'm afraid that you're the thing here. Tools are things, and you're obviously one, so save your cocky attitude elsewhere before I kick you from this island all the way to your Mommy's tea party house. I'd love to drink tea with your mother, listening to that eloquent music she sings, "OH! Blake Is Driving me Crazy!""

Blake fumed, clenching his fists. He wanted to say something, only for Hayley to declare, "I'm going to show this arrogant bastard who's the real man!"

"Go Hayley!," Stephanie cheers on , as she and Felicity clap. Even Thomas smiled.

Hayley, taking the centre stage, grabs a pink faux-microphone from his bag and began singing Carly Simon's signature song, "You're So Vain", whispering the words "Son of a gun…"

"This is dedicated to all the cocky son of a guns in my school, but most especially, the excuse of a human we should label as 'Blake.'" He slowly paced himself, blowing a kiss at Blake aware it would piss him off.

He broke into a slow choreography, performing with several unique poses.

"You're so vain! You probably think this song's about you, don't you? Don't you? Don't you, now!," he angrily points at Blake as he twirls his hips near the song finish.

Hayley spun around in circles, throwing the microphone to the ground. He excitedly blew kisses at the audience, who all clapped (except for Chris, Seth, and obviously Blake).

"You did such a good job!," Felicity cheered. She walked up to him and gave him a hug.

Hayley hugged her back, exclaiming, "Thank you!," he let go of Felicity to bow down before his audience.

Regardless of, Blake chortled, "I've heard way better singers than you, and I find it amusing that you call yourself a man though you act like a complete queer. Look, you're all weak, it's a fact."

Some of the girls gasp, but Hayley surprisingly remains cool. Kat, who had a mischievous smirk on her face, gestured for Blake to follow her. "Let me show you something."

"What?," Blake impatiently said.

Keeping her roguish smile, she followed Blake to the dock. "I'm so sorry they're being so mean to you," she looked remorseful, clutching Blake's hands.

Blake looked confused, "But I have to do this," Kat revealed her intentions with her smirk, pushing him off the dock.

Everyone saw this, laughing as Blake plunged to the deep waters.

"There's a new fact! The fact that I kicked you! Who's weak now?," Kat burst in laughter.

Blake, angry as ever, tried to jump back up to the dock, only for Kat to kick him back to the water.

Even Chris was amused at this prank and cackled. "Whether he'll win or not is beyond me."

Boat ten adjoins the tip of the dock, leaving a tall girl with shoulder-length dark blue hair, a butterfly pin clipped behind. She wore a plain white tee tucked into an electric blue knee-length sarong, and simple brown flip-flops along with many necklaces and multi-colored bracelets on her left wrist.

She slowly walks out, meticulously analyzing the island. "Hmm, this island doesn't look in its best shape," she points at the beach. "This beach should be cleaned up. We should start a team project and tidy up the beach, there's garbage all around, and that pollutes our environment."

Chris looked extremely annoyed with her. "Ahh, Paisley. The environmentalist who aspires to perfect nature."

"But it must!," Paisley confirmed her worry. "As brothers and sisters, we have to unite and heal the world together! People are getting selfish! They care less and less about Mother Nature, it's such a disgrace! We don't want to hurt her feelings, do we? Why can't we just work as one?," Paisley continued to beg, attemptting to reason.

Her plea leaves the contestants unconvinced.

Blake noticed the new contestant, even though he pretended not to, "Hello? Somebody get me out of this nasty water!"

Paisley ran over to the edge of the island to help Blake up. "Are you okay?! Why were you in the water? You could've drowned! How did he end up in the water?!," her voice commanded an answer.

Kat scoffed. "He deserved it. Served the jerk right."

"You should never hurt people! He could've died and you might've been responsible. You should watch what you're doing next time," Paisley warned.

Blake regained his usual smug attitude. He walked back towards the contestants, who all glared at him.

Paisley stared, appalled by his perceived impoliteness. "Where is my thank you? I just saved your life!"

He snickered, "Who said I had to say thank you? I don't thank others, they thank me."

Paisley gasped, not aware of Blake's cocksureness, "You don't have manners! That was a rude thing to say!"

"And then he was sentenced to be deserted in the waters…until the hero had to bail him out, of course," Hayley icily remarked.

"Right…," Chris reluctantly approved.

Suddenly, the contestants heard loud, scattering screams. The storms once again, dominated the atmosphere. While the sky turned grey, the eleventh boat speedily comes to the island.

The insane laughter was getting louder as the boat almost crashed into the dock. The boat swiftly turned to leave.

A short girl dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, fingerless gloves as well as black combat boots, jumped out the boat, revealing the exact crazy hysterical laugh.

Everyone, scared for their life, backed away. "It's cookie time! Who wants' a cookie? I want my cookies, now!," she scrammed about the ground to search for the said-cookies.

Chris deviously grinned, "Iris? They aren't any cookies…there are on Chef's kitchen but they're only for me so."

Nevertheless, Iris frantically ran around the contestants. "Give them to me! Mine, mine, mine! Before I yank all of your fingernails and use them for my salad!"

Seth facepalmed, "They aren't any cookies."

Lois reluctantly approached her, cupping her hands and sporting a feign smile, "Here are your wonderful cookies, ones with no ingredients."

Iris banged her head on Lois' hands, randomly licking them. Lois, very disgusted, quickly pulled away, "COOKIES! Muehehehehehehehehehehe!," Iris noticed a random tree from the forest, "Oh, hey, Mr. Tree! Want me to cut you down? I'll mutilate all of your branches, and then you shall die! Die, die, die!"

"Why did you bring this psycho bitch?," Blake impolitely asked.

"I don't know, but some guy told me that Iris escaped from a mental asylum. She might be schizophrenic or severely bipolar, we don't know enough about her mental health," Chris said.

Paisley glimpsed at the forest and looked deeply troubled. "Let's hope she doesn't destroy the environment. The last thing we need is some crazy girl ruining Mother Nature's beautiful offerings."

"I don't care, as long as she doesn't kill me or something," Blake added.

Iris twirled her skirt, bursting into insane laughter. "I remember when I drank blue cotton candy soda, after I amputated this old ladies arm, and then, I devoured her left eye for dinner. It was so yummy! It tasted like pizza; the blood reminded me of tomato sauce, gooey and yummy!"

Everyone, minus Seth gasped.

Stephanie nearly barged, when Paisley confronted Iris. "So you're a cannibal?! You revolting freakazoid of a monster?!"

"I'm sure she has dementia. Stop making a big deal out of everything, you've been irritating me since you arrived with your whining," Seth reprimanded while trying to contain his cool.

Paisley gave him a fierce stare and the "I'm watching you" gesture.

A twelfth ferry arrived by in more serene conditions. A moderately buff guy stepped off the dock, carrying a worn-out suitcase. He had a short dark brown crew cut, and was dressed up in a dark green T-shirt, blue jeans, and black combat boots. He was ready to participate, with a determined mindset.

"Mason, our cadet from Arizona. You've shown to have quite the strength in your audition tape," Chris said.

"I guess so. It wasn't my choice; I was simply in the wrong path of my life. Now I must face the consequences."

Stephanie gives a smile, proud of his first impression.

Mason nods, proud of his own statement as well. "I plan to play in honor and deep value. If I cause any harm, I apologize. If I seem harsh at times, please understand that sometimes, you have to be, especially in a place that demands endurance."

Blake laughed while undermining his earnestness. "You're so pathetic. You make me laugh with your attitude. I'm better then you and everyone else in the game. We all know it, Uncle Sam. You might as well give up."

Mason flared up, marching up to him. "You have no respect; I can tell that you only care for yourself. You have no right to tell me to give up something I've been trying to accomplish for so long. You need to shape up and learn respect, is that understood?!"

"Don't freaking tell me what to do! I know what I'm doing."

Mason grabs his shirt collar, his tone becoming more threatening. "Than…YOU don't tell me what to do. Now, answer my question. Is that understood?!"

Blake shockingly gulped, "Sir, yes sir!"

Mason lets go of his shirt collar, fiercely staring at him with fire in his eyes.

Blake secretly cackled. However, Hayley caught this, "Once upon a lovely time, an elderly lady read me a bedtime story. That lady was my grandmother. She told the Tale of a knight who was feeble and had the ugliest face. He had tried and tried to save a lovely, innocent princess, that princess being me of course. He always boasted how they'll end up together in forever's eternal grace. He laughed at his fellow peers; he'd always tell the tale of how nobody will rescue this precious lady, foolishly convinced that she was only mad about him. Of course though, when he tried for the final time, he encountered a dragon who breathed heavy fire all over him, reducing his carcass to burnt ashes. And do you want to hear the beautiful quote that my dear grandma told me?"

Most of the contestants appeared confused.

"The strong people always have humility; the weak are arrogant and envious. Guess who the weak one is?"

Blake lost it, giving in to his fury, "You know what? Fuck all of you! I know I'm going to fucking win, and Hayley, you're going to regret everything!," he stormed off.

Hayley looked indifferent, as Kat shrugged, "He'll be going home, right?"

"Yes!," all of the contestants exclaim.

"Perhaps I should try to reason with him…," David prepared to get up.

Stephanie however, saw this and whistled. "Sit down, David. He's not worth anybody's time."

Everyone nodded in harmony. Stephanie looked down at Mason, "My apologies about that. Don't worry, as soon as whatever team he's on loses, he'll be heading home. He ended up on the wrong show."

Mason nods, "It's all right. I was taught to pay no attention to people like him."

Kat interjected, "You're quite the brave man, soldier. Now, drop me ten, sir!"

Surprisingly, Mason laughed, doing ten push-ups perfectly. Most of the contestants clap afterwards.

"Yeah, yeah," Chris added dully.

A tall, scrawny male contestant with shaggy golden brown hair, showed up. He has a light blue T-shirt with the words "Orgasm donor," sky blue skinny jeans and white washed-up sneakers. He grinned ingenuously.

"Hey ladies," the boy murmured breathlessly.

Everyone appeared indifferent to him. Kat smirked, "I don't date children."

"I'm not a child. I'm a man. Your man, baby," the cassanova-wannabe winked.

Kat rolled her eyes, "Keep on dreaming."

"My dream is to be with you."

"This is Jacob. And yes, he's quite perverted. As you can see by the shirt," Chris points in disgust.

Lois, Mason and Kat all point at his shirt, synchronizing in laughter. Lois added, "And who do you plan on donating that too? I'm not an option, and never will be."

"You just got BURNED, SON!," Chris mocked him, "Who wants to be his girlfriend?"

The girls all gaze at Jacob. After a second, they break into hysterics. Except for one person.

Paisley furiously called him out, "You're so disgusting! That shirt is not funny at all. That's offensive to us women everywhere. Who's with me?"

Everyone stayed silent, this time staring at Paisley. "But…it's an offensive shirt!"

"And you're offensive to look at." Jacob winked, retaining his smile. "Who would like a special donation from me?"

Felicity hopped up, "Oooh! I'd like one! What are you donating?"

Paisley snarled, "You've got to be kidding." Lois and Stephanie nodded with her.

Jacob looked at everyone's somber faces, sighing silently.

While Chris glared at everyone, his phone unexpectedly rang, "Chris McLean here…I'm hosting a show you know…no boat? Why is she not on a boat? I instructed everyone to get here by boat!"

The sky becomes dark purple, when everyone started hearing loud, whispering echoes throughout the sky. A Gothic black gate ascended as an angelical choir emerged, singing in an unfamiliar language. As the gate opens, an elderly lady strode through the clouds. She clutched onto her long, flowing dark purple gown with a shiny black corset that clipped her waist. She had long, white hair, a unique streak of black hair running along the middle. Her skin, pure as snow. She slammed the gate shut, causing the echoing to stop. The woman levitated down the sky, approaching the island.

Some contestants were awestruck, while a few remained apathetic at her enigmatic entrance.

"Greetings, my children. My name is Ethelinda von Valmantia. I do not originate from this planet; I originate from another faraway land. I doubt anyone has ever heard of it, it's called "Ithika." Have not to fear, I am a human being with a soul, like you. The difference is that our worlds are significantly distinctive. Your world relies on realistic means of solving common problems. Ours rely on what this world judges as unreal supernatural abilities. Most of us believe in the concept of magic by heart. There are a few people on Earth who do too, but not nearly enough. It would be sanctimonious of me to enforce my beliefs upon you; I do not seek to impose them. I merely come to learn the traditions of Earth. Hopefully, I gain significant knowledge from this," she finished her introduction, landing close to Chris on her feet, smiling quirkily.

Paisley and Lois stare skeptically, disbelieving every word. Despite this, Mason gives her a warm welcome, "Welcome to Earth, ma'am. My name's Mason."

"You remind me of a friend back home. He's a valiant warrior who fights with his heart, he's a good man. I'm sure you'll make a fine fighter someday."

"Woah," Jacob couldn't help but stare. "You look hot for an old lady."

Mason snapped his fingers. "Jacob! Manners."

Ethelinda laughed faintly, "I don't know what he means; I am only 1,459 years old. I am not that old."

Seth, annoyed with her presence, depressingly suggests. "This has to be hoax. There's no way a person like you could exist in real life. You're just pretending. You're an actress. Sure, Hayley really annoys me with his unnecessary flamboyant attitude, but at least he's more honest about it."

Ethelinda ignored his statement, while Hayley furrowed his eyebrows. He turned to smile at Ethelinda, "I couldn't believe that such a mortal as you could subsist through your voyage!"

She smiled back, noticing most contestants gathering around in a circle, fascinated by her mystic demeanor.

"Mrs. Valmantia, why did you sign up? I'm curious!" Felicity grinned eagerly.

Ethelinda walked over to sit next to her. "Well, child. I came to Earth because a friend of mine constantly informed me many things that happened here. My world is discontent about Earth, they're not impressed of how things are here. They detest how they overlook the concepts that we hold dear, such as magic. They also complain of how uninteresting it is to conform to science. For instance, rather than levitating like we do, you drive in these machines we call Rentsugan. It's Ithikan for car. Our world doesn't understand how nobody on Earth possesses what we do, like telepathy and the ability to communicate with our deceased loved ones. I didn't join the "Earth sucks, we're better" clique. Instead, I decided to keep an open mind and experience the potential beauty Earth has."

Seth pitifully chuckled, "You're gonna be so disappointed, I guarantee you. This place is full of evil."

"That's not true! The world is a great place," Paisley butted in. "It's the environment we need to look out for. Our world is filled with arrogant people who only care about themselves! They trash nature, cut down our trees and litter the beaches! I opposed this for too long and it's my duty to help the world, where I demand team effort and a responsible mindset!"

Everyone stands up, as Ethelinda wisely suggests. "I am happy that everyone has strong determination. It is sad, however, to note that I sense major conflict. Hopefully, you kids work things out."

Almost everyone laughed, as Chris shrugged. "Good luck with that happening, Ethelinda."

A fifteenth boat arrives. Like the last introduction, there was a choir background but not as noticeable. A tall bronze man with neat straight black hair and an antique wardrobe arrived. He wore an off-white dress shirt, pinned with an off-brown vest that went with his dark brown trousers and black loafers. He brought a bamboo cane with him and tons of books.

"Hmm," the enigmatic man exited the boat. "Canada, this is a rather unprecedented locality. I have not concerned myself with visiting the Western Hemisphere; even now it remains undistinguished compared to the East. Nevertheless, it is not tainted; therefore I do not see why I cannot venture for the first time."

"Augustus…you might not want to offend us Canadians…or Americans. Pretty much everyone except for Felicity and Ethelinda," Chris advised.

Augustus carefully placed his baggage aside him. "I have no intention in affronting anybody. Sensibly speaking, I am here purely for special reasons."

Chris tiredly pointed out, "We know, Augustus. He is an intellectual from Greece who had achieved his education unlike any other. He was classically educated and taught the works of Plato, Aristotle blah blah blah."

Augustus disapprovingly shook his head. "It is not blah blah blah. It is to my ignominy that none of you know of the substance value that these philosophers have brought."

"Huh?" Jacob looked dazed.

Augustus wanted to say something however, Ethelinda approached him with her usual gracious smile. "If it makes you feel any better, I know who these people are. They made up the Earth the way it is now, am I correct?"

Augustus nods at her. "Yes, yes you are. Aristotle, Plato, and Socrates are all responsible for what civilization is made up of now. Socrates taught Plato, and then Plato taught Aristotle. These three thinkers turned early Greek philosophy into the beginnings of Western philosophy as it is today. Aristotle taught Alexander the Great, who later conquered the entire Middle East. Plato's main ideas were that knowledge from the senses was always confused and not pure. True knowledge can be received from the thinking soul that turns away from the world. Only the soul can have knowledge of "Forms", the real way things are. The world is only a copy of these "Forms" and is not perfect. Aristotle thought differently. He thought that knowledge from the senses was more important. These thoughts became some of the roots of the scientific method after hundre….," during his lengthy explanation, almost everyone dozed off.

"Yeah, we don't care. Stop talking before I fall asleep," Chris yawned.

Augustus gazed at everybody, who woke themselves up after their brief siesta.

Kat stretched out her arms, yawning, "Umm…wait. What happened?"

Lois sarcastically added, "Our teacher recited things I already know. That was pure fun, almost like riding a roller coaster! Oh, what a thrilling experience."

Chris expected a sixteenth boat. He looked at his wrist, "What now? Is this a "no-boat" arrival incident again? I don't have ti…"

Approaching shore was a surfer, who was a girl, dressed in a dark green wetsuit. She looked like a Pacific Islander; her dark curly brown shoulder-length locks weren't soaked from the rough waves. The girl had an auburn complexion, and dark brown almond eyes. She appeared rather optimistic, proven by her genuine warm smile.

"Michele! Welcome to the island! You actually surfed all the way here?"

Michele happily answered, "Thank you Chris! No, I didn't. I surfed to California, then flew to Toronto, then I surfed. "

"Cool! I used to surf all the time!," Paisley shockingly said in a friendly tone.

Michele wanted to reply, but it was too late. A helicopter took over the skies already. The helicopter, which was dark red and had a white stripe running through the middle, suddenly hovered over the island. It landed close to where everyone stood. They instantaneously recoiled, when a familiar person departed the helicopter. This female of average height clad a dark red, tight cocktail dress with black fluffy fur surrounding the top of the dress. On her feet were traditional black Mary-Jane heels.

The lady bickered, "Are you kidding me? Who are these clowns? I didn't sign up to participate with people I don't know! I am a famous celebrity, the best celebrity there ever was…and you put me with these commoners? Why am I in this dump? I thought we were going to Monte Carlo! Where's the dressing room? I need a wardrobe change to wear a different outfit every day. Where's my personal limousine? And what happened to my butler, I need somebody to iron my dresses!"

Everybody glared at her. They weren't impressed by her attitude at all, not even Hayley.

"I hate this actress…," he quietly seethed.

Seth facepalmed, "Oh, great, don't tell me we have another Blake."

"I'm afraid we do, this is…"

The lady was quick to retort, "You don't get to introduce me, I didn't give you permission. Everybody knows me, if they don't, they're dead to me. Everyone knows "5 Days in Chicago," I loved seeing those rave reviews on my fan blogs. And my newest album, "Torn That Way," sold out!"

Hayley took her on, dismayed at her snobby attitude. "Torn That Way made my ears bleed. Of course, an arrogant dame like you is now forever classy because her movies and latest album sold out? Not according to RottenTomatoes, "5 Days in Chicago" bombed…big time. You KNOW that nobody's paying attention, so you act all haughty because of it. You're envious that you're not getting that dear attention to tell yourself you have. And by the way, I'm still recovering from brain fatigue watching that movie. You are the most appalling actress I've seen, Genevieve Farrell," he whipped his curly wig.

Genevieve was about to say something but Hayley continued his rant. "Let me tell you why you are a horrible actress. You have no enthusiasm whatsoever, no feeling. You have no acting talent. I acted my whole life, ever since I was four. I know how to play a character by heart, with passion and emotion! Acting without emotion is not acting, it's forced caricature. And simply because you're the only walking star with forever grace, that doesn't entitle you to act as an arrogant spoiled brat," Hayley brushed off.

Genevieve sneered, nevertheless keeping silent.

David groaned, "Come on guys, I know we're tired, but let's just get along."

Chris lukewarmly agreed, "Yeah, we need to hurry."

Genevieve glared at the contestants, hiding behind everyone else. She had a sneaky smile, "This isn't the last they see of me," she scorned under her breath, hungry for revenge.

The next arrival is back to normal. A new boat left a petite girl with light ebony skin and moderate amounts of make-up. She had a black long ponytail that reached all the way to her waist. She had a normal-blue halter top, and black mini-skirt and Tom-Toms.

"This is interesting, kind of."

Chris shuddered, "Not really, but…you're in the island now. Meet Jazmin, our gossip columnist."

Ethelinda adjusted her corset. "Even though I oppose with gossip, I welcome you in open arms."

Jazmin gawked. "Umm, thanks? You seem…," she struggled with word choice. "Confusing? Yeah…"

As everyone remained quiet, Jazmin didn't say a word. After a few seconds, she couldn't help it anymore. "Ugh, I'm not going to say anything. Why are you people so quiet? What's the matter? Hello? We're on national TV. We should…"

Suddenly, Iris ran up to the contestants. "Muehehehehe! I am back! I talked to the trees, and they all want you to swim naked and expose your breasts since they need breastmilk. Hee hee."

The contestants answered Jazmin's question by motioning at Iris.

"Yeah, no," Jazmin was sickened, closing her eyes.

"So, nothing you want to share?," Chris asked.

Jazmin said, still with her eyes closed. "Nope. Not yet. This is just the beginning."

Michele nodded, while the eighteenth arrival was extravagant one again. A slim, short freckled fair-skinned guy with a purple cap put on backwards repeated. "Yo yo yo! Who's your Big-Daddy?" He wore a purple sleeveless bomber jacket, with cheap sunglasses and saggy jeans. "Yo! What up homies! Big-Daddy in the house, yo!," he attempted to do a backflip, only to painfully fall on his back.

The contestants laughed, whispering to each other. When Big-Daddy got back up, he tugged on his shirt, "Yo, mothafokas! Big-Daddy is here now, and the ladies b droolin'?"

Augustus looked disappointed, "It is a shame that Western Civilization has regressed to such trash culture."

"I don't know what the fok u talkin about, dawg!," he grinned, revealing his rotten teeth, contaminated with maggots.

"Ugh, brush your teeth!," Jazmin backed away immediately.

Big-Daddy ran up to her. "Like ma grills, sexy chik? How 'bout you be gettin witz me?," he slid his hand to tap Jazmin's behind.

Now very angry, Jazmin quickly pushed him to the water, "Hey! Don't grab my ass!"

Everyone quickly turned around, gasping.

"You've got to be kidding me," Stephanie looked down to the water.

"I'm calling the police! Sexual harassment is a crime!," Paisley threatened as she ran over to the dock.

Genevieve evilly smirked, as she witnessed the incident. "Such a low-rate citizen. Good luck getting into Hollywood."

Big-Daddy leapt back to land. Every female contestant appeared ready to fight, Jazmin standing in front of every female (plus Hayley and minus Ethelinda and Genevieve).

Jazmin assertively challenged him, "Your ass is going to the graveyard." They randomly break into dance to "Love is a Battlefield."

"We are young! Heartache to heartache we stand! No promises, no demands…love is a battlefield," Jazmin led her group to get ready for their "attack."

"CHARGE!," they gathered like a herd of bulls, stampeding Big-Daddy back to the water. "We are strong! No one can tell us we're wrong," Jazmin turned back to her supporters. "If that douche ever assaults you, you girls let me know."

Kat assured her, "You betcha."

The twentieth boat appeared, leaving a composed, solemn Asian boy. His straight hair blew in the breeze, his clothes consisted of dark turquoise T-shirt and black jeans.

"Nigel! …It really doesn't say anything about you in the description. All I can say is, you're the most unknown out of the whole cast."

No one said anything. Michele said with a graceful grin, "Nice to meet you, Nigel!"

Nigel nodded, joining the others. "There's a lot of drama, isn't there?"

"Yeah, yes there is. I'll try not to let it get through me though."

"Same here…I have my own ways going around it."

Big-Daddy struggled to get back to land, "YO! GET THA BIG-DADDY OUT OF DA WATA!"

"No!," Jazmin shouted, turning around and demanding the ladies not to dare rescue him.

Ethelinda, who was unaware of that, levitated and grabbed Big-Daddy out of the water. She carried him back to land, gently placing him away from the rest of the contestants.

Jazmin gasped, wanting to scold Ethelinda.

Mason smiled however, "You're too kind."

Two more boats reached the shore. One left a joyful girl, dressed in a violet T-shirt with a golden penguin, dark blue skinny jeans and sneakers. She appeared African-American, with her frizzy hair on a bun. She had glasses and sported cosmetics. The other contestant was a somewhat obese (albeit not drastically,) guy with a light green hoodie, and grey jeans with checkered shoes. He looked severely exhausted, having huge dark circles under his eyes. It appeared he didn't shave in a while, his dark brown messy hair all over the place. He carried a pizza box and a GameBoy Advance SP.

"Tania and Zayden! Our last two contestants! Welcome to the island!," Chris shouted, relieved that the episode was almost over.

Tania skipped, waving to the camera, "Hey guys! I'm Tania! I wanna give a personal shout out to my best friend forever Laura, I love you!"

Chris, annoyed, said, "Tania is a cheery girl who tries to make the best of her life, like Felicity. Just not as stupid."

Felicity instantly objected, "I'm not stupid! I have, tons of brains and stuff! I got an E on this, assignment thingy. That's good, right?"

"An E? They give E's on papers now?"

"The grading in England, they give you E's too," Felicity shrilly laughed.

Tania nodded, heading towards the forest to explore.

Meanwhile, Thomas sat behind a huge tree, contemplating on his past.

A black and white dream-cloud background popped up, a small boy sat on the swingset at the playground alone. While he laughed to himself, another little kid with spiky hair wearing all black (together with two other kids) all chuckled sinisterly; the "leader" snuck up behind the little child. He pushed the boy on the swingset, who fell down stomach flat.

The little terror boomed, "You're weird! I'm not your friend anymore!," he and his accomplices ran off, leaving the victim sighing, staring at the ground.

Another flashback occurs, this time the same tormented little boy played with LEGOS, when his father kicked open the door. "Can't you do anything right, Thomas?! You ripped paper all over the living room! Leave the house!"

The little boy looked up at him with wide eyes, "I'm sorry! Please, don't kick me out! Please!"

"No. You're a disgrace to this family, leave this house, now!," his father commanded.

Thomas ran out of the house, deeply heartbroken and feeling deceived. Tears streamed down his cheeks, "And don't ever come back!," his father slammed the front door, leaving Thomas alone in the sidewalk.

Thomas was now trying to fight back the tears. He silently muttered, "There's nothing I can do now."

As Tania kept walking, she heard silent cries. Disturbed, she turned, seeing Thomas burying his head on his legs. She slowly approached him, tapping his shoulder. "Hey, there," she sat down beside him.

"Hey."

"What's wrong? You don't look happy," Tania knew something was up.

Thomas defensively said, "Nothing's wrong. I'm okay."

Tania smiled anyway, "I know something's wrong. Go ahead, tell me. I mean, if you don't want to, than you don't have to. I'm not trying to force you or anything."

Thomas remained silent, not knowing whether to tell her or not. He decided however, he'd keep his thoughts to himself, "No…"

"You don't have to tell me…I just noticed you in the woods and you looked very sad, it bothered me. Not you, the fact you're sad did. Don't be sad…try to be happy," Tania adjusted her glasses, smiling.

Thomas shrugged, "There's nothing for me to say…well I'll say this, I'm a really shy person. That's why I came here. I don't hate people, but people hate me. Most people anyway."

Tania shook her head, "Awe, don't say that. I don't hate you at all; you seem like a nice guy."

"Thanks," Thomas smiled back.

"And trust me, I'm soooo shy. It's not even a joke, but I don't show it. I don't get how that works, actually," Tania added.

They both got up, when Tania motioned to join the others. Thomas nodded. They both smiled while walking back holding hands.

They saw everyone join in a circle with five huge "Papa Johns" pizza boxes from Dominoes lying around. Almost everyone was eating, except for Augustus, who vomited, "American pizza is atrocious to my taste and style."

Zayden was sleeping when Blake and Big-Daddy ran up to join the contestants. The latter pumped his fists up, "YO DAWGIES! WAT UP?!," his pants fell, revealing his genitals.

"Ewww!," the girls covered their eyes right away, "Where is your underwear?! Guys HAVE to wear underwear!," Paisley angrily insisted.

Blake smirked, crossing his arms, "What happened to your pants, dawg? Psh, wannabes like you make me laugh."

"SHUT DA FOK UP, DAWG!," Big-Daddy revealed his grotesque teeth.

Hayley ran around in circles panicking, "I'm blind! I'm blind! Oh help me, I'm blind!"

"All right, everybody! Somebody wake Zayden up, I have a very important announcement to make," Chris clapped.

Michele knelt down, slightly shoving him. "Chris wants you to wake up."

Zayden yawned, trying to get up. "Huh? What's going on?"

"Okay. As you all probably know, I'm Chris McLean and I'll be hosting for the duration of the show. You twenty-two contestants should be very fortunate that I picked you out of thousands of others whose auditions bored me greatly! Our time is short, so I'm going to give everyone the opportunity to go to the confessional, where the outhouse is. You can confess your true feelings, your strategy, shoutouts, whatever. You can freely express yourself over there. Augustus gets to go first, since he's first in the alphabet. Zayden, as the last contestant you get the last confessional, and by the way. The outhouse is soundproof so you can't hear anything their saying outside," he sinisterly chuckled.


Augustus: As yet, this has become a major disappointment. What took the wind out of my sail to no extent is how one cannot be taught the magnitude of Greek philosophy. They must have endured a horrendous didactic experience throughout their living years.


Big-Daddy: I dun git it, y she shuff me to za wata. She haz a fine ass, who dun wunna tap dat ass? Tha ladiez r pmsing or somethan!


Blake: Man, this is going to be harder than I thought. I can't believe I got humiliated…thanks a lot Hayley. That wimpy, arrogant whiny dramatic girl calls himself a "man." What the hell? Does he know what a 'man' is? All these people are jealous of me one way or the other…that I know. Kat…so hot and feisty, I have my eye on her.


David: This outhouse reminds me of back home. There's no place like home… no place like home. God, will you help me go through with this, I'll gain friends along the way…right?


Ethelinda: Truthfully speaking, I'm not sure of how events will come to pass. I'm not completely clairvoyant. To clear it up, the nearer the future, the clearer I see it. I do know who is going home next…I won't say who. I know things will only get worse, and it's highly possible I might not stop the conflict amongst one another. I also realize that some people here are deceptive…who, I do not know. Nevertheless, I will try to numb down the conflict by playing the peacekeeper. I've seen way too much inconsistency throughout the years.


Felicity: These people are real nice. So, before I got here, I planned on having a party! To celebrate my last day before going on here…it never happened, and that makes me sad. I'll try to make one here…but I don't know if everyone would like one. I'll have to ask Hayley, I'm sure he'll say yes!


Genevieve: I can't believe I have to speak in this outhouse; the only people who use outhouses anymore are the needy poor peasants. I need a sparkly clean white toilet and golden walls, not this trash! Hayley…ugh, he's so going down. He has no position to upstage a talented person like me. I want to get out of here fast; this wasn't my way of getting the publicity I want. But oh, I'll get my way. Just watch me!


Hayley: Today was crazy! The many personalities were interesting to see, though. By the way, I'm not as dumb as you think. I have a few tricks up my sleeve! Camp Wawanakwa is just another stage where I can perform! Hopefully, I'll perform well! I'd like to make friends, but I have my eye on the prize. Getting that million is like getting Best Actor. I've acted ever since I was four years old; I think I deserve to win.


Iris: Muehehehehehehehehe! Iris is gonna kill you! Hehehe, in YOUR SLEEP!...I slept on the traintracks once...I wonder how I made it out alive. Oh wait I know! MAGIC DID IT! Yeah, MAGIC!


Jacob: I have a thing for the ladies but...I'm much more than that. Horrible first impression, heh? Yeah, I know. I have to admit, I'm socially awkward. I've never had a girlfriend; that's one of the reasons why I came on here. Kat and Ethelinda don't seem to bad, Felicity..wow, talk about big tits. I'm sorry, I can't help myself sometimes. Paisley though, she's so harsh.


Jazmin: That "pimp" grabbed my ass! Out of nowhere, he just did it! That douchebag is gonna pay! Just wait, I'll get that loser out of here, the girls will too. And by the way, he has the worst breath. I'm not even kidding; it smells worse than skunk spray. Sadly, I know that smell…Georgia, you still owe me 20.


Kat: Today was hectic. But as long as I'm away from my parents, I'm good. Seriously, I'm done with their crap. It may seem like I'm some spoiled brat who can't deal with strict rules but its way more than that trust me. Just because I'm some "teenager" doesn't mean I'm stupid. I have to win this competition, seriously. I'm done eating scraps, and I'm not gonna be some mooch and constantly beg my friends for money. I'm not that type of person. If I want independence, I gotta learn the hard way.


Lois: Woohoo! Can't you believe it? My first day at Camp Ramshackle and Chains! The ultimate tourist attract…you get my point. This place is beyond horrible. I'm the only sane one here; everyone else is either crazy, stupid, annoying, rude, or a combination. I know I can be rude, but you'd understand if you were me…oh wait, but there's only one me, so forget everything I said.


Mason: I've been at boot camp for a while. I'm used to the screaming, it was for my own good. I can't look back to the past, that doesn't accomplish anything. Speaking of which, Blake reminds me of the how I used to be. Cocky, overconfident. By the end of the show, I'd like everyone especially Blake to leave with respect, responsibility and integrity. Basically all the seven core values I was taught. I know deep down they have potential to be good people, they just need more discipline.


Michele: Something very important about me besides surfing is that I am a huge fan of reality shows and games. Big Brother, The Amazing Race and especially Survivor. You can't understand the strategy and physical demands the contestants undergo without watching Survivor. I have a special notebook, where I recorded the strategies I thought would fit for this show. My strategy is fifty-percent emotion, fifty-percent pragmatism. In order to truly survive, you have to balance the two.


Nigel: I don't have much to say. I can tell things will get ugly, though. All I can do now is sit back, observe everyone. I'll think of a plan when I gather the right amount of information.


Paisley: Pretty much everyone pissed me off today. All they care about is themselves and their goals! They don't bother looking at Mother Nature. She's crying for our help! My number one goal is making sure our environment is perfectly safe. I'm in charge of an organization called, Make The World A Better Place, and that million for me are donations for the EPA and my foundation. I will that million, nobody's going to stop me!


Seth: Fuck my life. Yes, I signed up on my own will, but that's only because I need the money for my rock band back home. We barely even started playing and we have no money at all. We're so broke. I wrote plenty of songs, none that I'm sharing with these ridiculous people. I'm not bothering with people, fuck that. I'm writing my songs here and tuning into my mP3, but that's all you're getting from me.


Stephanie: At Cambria, there's not much to offer. I look at the independent women who live in the city, with their careers and aspirations in the palm of their hand. I want to be like them, they're my biggest inspiration and motivation to push me to work harder. Being the volleyball team captain was a thrilling experience and as much as I enjoy the small town life, it's time for me to go big. You can't do that in a small town.


Tania: Poor Thomas. There's something wrong with him that he won't tell me about. I hope he doesn't hurt himself, I've met people who'd cut themselves. It's horrible. I had a friend who had to go to rehab because he was addicted to cutting himself. I don't like thinking about it, but some people can't be happy. That's fact. I hope we can become friends.


Thomas: …Umm, yeah. Tania is a nice person, but, here's the thing. I don't hate people, but I don't trust people. I was treated like trash by almost everyone I trusted, especially my dad. I used to look up to him, then he threw me out. Yeah…it makes me depressed dwelling on it. I can't help it. What he did traumatized me.


Zayden: So I had this dream…I was eating pizza with a bunch of people. It was so cool, man. Pepperoni makes you reflect about a bunch of stuff…yeah. I'm gonna play Final Fantasy now; it's such a cool game.


Chris McLean took centre stage, all twenty-two contestants behind him.

"Twenty-two contestants! All competing for the grand prize! It can't get any better, I assure you. Time ran out, sadly, so we can't showcase this interesting cast anymore. But tune in for the next episode of….Total….Drama….Survival!," Chris threw his hands out, as the episode ends with a black screen.


Final words: So this is it! The first chapter! I finished a chapter, eee! I apologize if it's too long, I just had so much to offer and it's best if you familiarize with the contestants. After all, they all play a significant role and serve a different purpose throughout the story. I, once again have to give my biggest thanks to agreenparrot. He wrote the best Total Drama fanfiction ever, and I can't thank him more then I already did. If you'd like, you could review and leave advice, opinions and comments. Especially opinions, I love hearing other people's opinions about the characters, the plot and what I could do in the future. Your input is very, very important to me. I realize that there are probably some "inappropriate" things/words that all TD fanfictions tend to censor. I don't agree with censorship, it restricts the way you express yourself and everyobdy should express themselves freely without interference unless it literally crosses the line. So yeah, see you next time =D

So, now you have some sort of idea of what these twenty-two people will bring to the floor. That's not to stay that they'll stay the same forever and ever…that would be boring and pointless. Now is time for the first challenge and the first eliminations :)