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Chapter 1

(The Total Drama Island)

At the dock, a man in his mid-thirties looks at the camera with a grin. "Yo! we're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario. I'm your host, Chris Mcclain." He paused to let it sink in. "Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television, right now!" Chris walks down the dock as if he was on a stroll "Here's the deal: 23 campers signed up to spend 8 weeks at the crummy old summer camp. They'll compete in challenges against each other then have to face judgement of their fellow campers." Chris paused for a bit. "Every three days one team will either win a reward or watch one of their team members walk down the Dock of Shame to the Loser Boat and leave Total Drama Island for good."

(Campfire)

"Their fate will be decided at the dramatic campfire ceremonies." Christ says thumbing at the campsite. "Where all but one camper will receive a marshmallow." He grabs a stick with a marshmallow and takes a bit before tossing it away. "In the end, only one will be left standing and will be rewarded cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune." Christ pulls out a treasure chest out of nowhere before whispering to the camera with a chuckle. "Which, let's face it, they will blow through in a week or so."

(Dock)

Chris returns to the dock. "Every moment will be caught on one of a hundreds of cameras situated around the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out here right now on..." Christ takes a deep breath as he points at the camera with a grin. "Total Drama Island!"

Theme Song at the end we see a guy in the Couriers Duster sitting on the sign nonchalantly as other campers look up at him as he holds in his hands a locket open in front of him

The intern behind the camera gave Chris a signal, "Welcome back to Total Drama Island." Chris beamed. "Alright, time to meet our vic…*cough*, eh, I mean campers. We told them they'd all be staying at a five star hotel." Chris says chuckling to himself. "So if they seem to be pissed off, that's probably why." As if on cue, the first ship pulled up just as Christ turned to face the first camper.

She was slightly on the pudgy side with chestnut-brown hair done in a high ponytail. She wore a green and gold shirt festooned with a variety of pin-on buttons, and pale pink slacks. Beth wore Coke-bottle glasses and braces.

"What's up, Beth!" Chris greets the perky girl

''It's so encourage-less to meet you!, Wow! You look shorter in actual life!'' Beth's manner was as awkward as her body. Which pissed Chris a little. He really hated it when people pointed out his height.

''Uh, thanks!'' Chris dryly remarked.

The next person to arrive was DJ. A bit on the tall side wearing a white cap, brown shirt, and black shorts showed up. Without a doubt his stature made him look very athletic.

'DJ!'' Chris greeted the second of the contestants.

''Yo! Chris McClain, how's it goin'? Hey, you sure you got the right place here? Where's the hot tub at?'' he asked as he looked around. He read somewhere in that contract something about a hot tub.

''Yo, dog! This is it! Camp Wawanakwa!'' Chris redirected the topic and pointed out to the direction of where the camp site was.

"Hmm…Look a lot different on form…" He muttered, carrying his bags to other side of dock while glancing around.

The next camper was a Gwen. Her short hair was dyed pitch-black and highlighted in teal. Her dark, cool-colors outfit consisted of a sleeved corset top that arranged her modest chest to its best advantage; a short skirt with a patchwork look; forest-green hose; and black, knee-high platform boots. Her pasty complexion was not the artificial, chalky white of a hardcore Goth.

''Hey, Gwen!''

''You mean we're staying here?'' she asked, wondering if the trailer would be big enough to fit a hand full of people let alone all the contestants.

''No, you're staying here,'' he gestured to the old log cabins. ''My crib is in air stream with A-C, that way!'' he said pointing out said trailer.

''I did not sign up for this!'' the girl responded with a scowl.

''Actually, you did!''Chris smirked, proudly presenting the contact before Gwen grabbed it and tore it in half, "…Good thing about lawyer is…that they make a lot of copies." Gwen growled again before picks up her bags.

"I'm not staying here!"

"You sure? That mean you have to swim back since your boat just left."

The boat just honked as it drove off, it's job done heading back toward the mainland.

"Asshole" she mumbled darkly beneath her teeth as other boat pull up with a A cowboy type who wore sandals, jeans, a pink silk button-down shirt, and a ten-gallon hat doing some kind of dance before he flipped off the boat.

"Wassup, Chris. It's an honor to meet you, man!" The cowboy greeted with fistbump.

"Geoff-ster! Welcome to the island, man!"

Geoff grinned, "Thank, man!"

"If they say 'man' one more time, I'm gonna puke." Gwen whispered to DJ and Beth, earning some concern looks from them.

''Everybody, this is Lindsay!'' the host introduced as a blonde stepped off the boat. She sported a warm-colors ensemble consisting of stylized cowboy boots, a short skirt, and a halter top. Containing her hair was a baby blue bandana while the rest of her hair was straighten out. Her skin was fair and flawless, and her face was made up subtly and skillfully.

''Not too shabby!''

''Hi, ok you look so familiar?'' the attractive girl asked.

''I'm Chris McClain...the host...of the show." he emphasized.

''oh that's where I know you from.'' She replied sheepishly.

"uh..ya"

The next contestant arrived was Heather. A tall, model-thin, drop-dead gorgeous girl stepped ashore with regal bearing. Her straight, waist-length hair was unbound, and as black and glossy as jet. She wore a stylish maroon top that was little more than a sports bra, barely legal shorts, and open-toed, spike heel shoes.

Removing her sunglasses with a glare that could scare almost anyone as she took in her surroundings. She had an aura of snootiness around her. So self-absorbed she forgoes introductions altogether.

"Heather" Chris said in exasperation

"Hi! looks like we're gonna be best of friends" Beth said while accidently spitting. "For the next eight weeks, isn't that great!"

The next contestant to show was someone defined as a 'hardcore punk' with a average build. He wore a black T-shirt, with a long sleeve shirt underneath, the logo on his shirt was that of a large skull. His hair was put into a green Mohawk, with the sides black, and his face had multiple piercings with a spiked choker around his neck. These multiple details lead people to believe he was the opposite of a goth, a punk.

"Duncan, dude!" Chris shouted.

"I don't...like surprises" Duncan sniffed, well pounding his fist with his hand, letting the threat hang.

"Yeah, you're parole officer warned me about that, he also told me to give him a call at anytime have your ass sent back to juvie!"

Duncan smirked "OK, whatever" As he walked down the docks to where he saw the other campers were standing, while walking past Heather he said " Meet you by the campfire gorgeous?" He suggested with a leer.

''Drop dead, you skeez.'' Heather scoffed in disgust and then turned to Chris. ''I'm calling my parents, you cannot make me stay here.''

''Ladies and gentlemen, Tyler!''

Another boat drove up, motor sounds blaring and boat horn was in an all red jogging suit and short brown hair steps down from the both. His luggage comes tumbling out. Unlike the other contestant this one skied in, but tripped and skimmed through the water and hit the dock launching him into the luggage.
"Oooo, ouch" everyone said except Chris.

"Ahhh, my shoes" Heather said

"Wicked wipe out man" Chris said

Another contestant arrived, wearing eyeglasses with thick lenses. Below his lip were a few wisps of hair that were presumably meant to be a soul patch; and upon his head,a crop of brick-red hair.

Chris Laughs and the Kid sighs. ''Welcome to camp, Harold!''

Followed shortly after was a glasses wearing guy on the scrawny side. With Auburn hair, a blue shirt and green pants it was the contestant Harold.

''What's he looking at?'' Beth questioned.

''So you mean this show is at a crappy summer camp and not on some big stage or something?''

''You got it!''

''Yes! That is so much more favorable to my skills!'' He skips like a fairy as Chris makes a weird face.

''Contestant number nine...is Trent!'' He was dressed casually, a semi-camo shirt featuring short, camo-pattern sleeves, light olive-green torso. Emblazoned on his chest was a black hand print, the significance of which he never bothered to explain. He wore a large backpack in lieu of luggage, and carried what could only be the case for an acoustic guitar.

''Hey, good to meet you man! I saw you on that figure skating show, nice work!''

''Hey, thanks man! I knew I'd rock that show!''

''I saw that! One of the guys dropped his partner on her head. So, they got immunity that week!' Beth brought up.

''Lucky, I hope I get dropped on my head!'' Harold said as Lindsay murmured a similar reply.

''Me too!''

''So, this is it?''

Harold picks his nose much to the nauseating of the others. ''...Alright then!''

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

''Hey, what's up!'' the girl said

''All right! Our surfer chick, Bridgette, is here!"

''Nice board, this ain't Malibu honey.'' one of the other campers called out.

''I thought we were going to be on a beach?'' she asked upon taking a good look of the area only for her face to drop a bit in disappointment.

''We are!''

sighs "I suppose I can settle for swimming." Bridgette sighing at this disappointment.

"Alright that makes 11 contestants" Chris replied, "OW DARN IT!" because he got hit by Bridgette's board.

"Hey guys" Bridgette said

"Hey, I'm Geoff"

"Whats up"

"Dang watch the board, man!"

"Hi, I'm Beth"

"Hey"

''OK, we've all met surfer girl, can we get on with the show please?'' Heather asked, growing irritated at how long things were taken.

''Someone missed their double cappuccino macchiato this morning!'' Duncan said making a jab at Heather's background.

''Get bent.'' she acidly responded.

The next of boats show up.''Our...'' he sighs, "... next camper, is Noah!'' He had longish, dark brown hair in no identifiable style and a generically brown skin tone suggesting native or Hispanic extraction. He wore high-top sneakers that didn't quite reach his high-water cargo pants. His layered top consisted of a white, long-sleeved undershirt; a short-sleeved, misbuttoned blue button-down shirt, and a red, lightweight sweater vest.

''Have you got my memo about my life threatening allergies?'' he asked, adjusting his glasses.

''I'm sure someone did!'' Chris said in response to the kid's questions. To be honest he didn't really care.

''Good, is this where we're staying?'' the question along with the look of doubt and uneasiness said it all.

''No, it's your mother's house, and we're throwing a party!'' Duncan snidely answered for the host.

''Cute! Nice piercings original, did you do them yourself?''

''Yeah,'' Duncan says as he grabs Noah's lip,''...do you want one?''

He sighs, '' Uh, no thanks, can I have my lip back please?'' he managed to mumble out coherently.

Duncan Lets go of Noah's lip. ''Thanks!''

In a light brown shirt with Jeans hugging them plentiful hips a dark skin with hoop earrings and black hair done in a ponytail arrives. ''What's up y'all, Leshawna's in the house!''

''Yo baby! Hey, how are you doin', how's it goin'? Feel free to quit now and save yourselves from trouble, 'cause, I came to win!'' She turns to DJ. ''Oh, what's up my brother gimme some sugar baby!''

"I've never seen a girl like you in real life before.'' Harold finally spoke after finishing gasping at Leshawna.

"Excuse me?''

"You're real big...and loud!'' he foolishly remarked in his fascination, clearly not aware that was not the sort of thing you say to a woman.

"What did you say to me? Oh, no you didn't! You have not seen anything yet, I'll show you big baby!''

DJ & Bridgette and grab Leshawna.

''Oh, yeah, you want some of this, well come on at it!''

''Alright campers, settle down. Ladies, Sadie & Katie, welcome to your new home for eight week.''

The boat docked again and decanted, not the expected contestant, but two contestants. One was as skinny as a rail, with black hair and bronze skin, although whether her skin tone came from ancestry or lifestyle was not immediately clear.

The other new arrival was shorter, very fat and very fair. Her hair was dyed black and styled in the same high pigtails as her companion, for companions they clearly were.

These Twins wore matching outfits, with pink shorts almost as skimpy as Heather's and black and white "prison striped" shirts. Even their luggage matched. ''Oh my gosh, Sadie look, it's a summer camp!''

''Ezekiel! What's up man!''

''I think I see a bird!'' The next boy to arrive had a rustic, unsophisticated air about him. His unstylish but practical outfit consisted of work boots, jeans, a heavy greenish hoodie variant, and a toque. He wore his hair in a mullet, and had a downy proto-beard on his chin.

Trent laughed in response to the kid's enthusiasm. '' OK, look dude, I know you don't get out much, you've been home schooled your whole life, you've been raised by freaky prairie people, just don't say much and try not to get kicked off to early, OK?''

''Yes sir.''

Gwen sighed, trying to take in everything she had just saw. ''That's just...wow.''

On the boat's next stop, a short, somewhat skinny boy strutted off the gangplank like he owned the world. He had short brown hair with long bangs nearly obscuring his green eyes. His most notable physical feature, though, was spitting gap in his teeth.

This was Cody, the troupe's science geek. He projected an aura of coolness, or at least of what he perceived coolness to be, but it didn't quite go with his outfit: a short-sleeved sweater, with a couple of stripes across the chest, over an off-white button-down shirt, the tails of which hung out over his cargo pants.
''Cody, the Code-ster, the Code-My-ster!''

''Dude, I'm excited to be here man! I see the women have already arrived! All right!'' he added with a cheer.

''Save it, short stuff!'' Leshawna said quieting him down.

''Eva, nice! Glad you could make it''

She looked like an athlete. A bit well-built to the point her bulging biceps were a bit of a put off. She had a classic hourglass figure, with legs that were reasonably shapely despite being as hard as iron, and she even had a beauty mark on her lip, but she didn't seem especially interested in her appearance. Content with the unibrow she was born with apparently along with a perpetual scowl. The severe ponytail she wore probably wasn't the most flattering look for her, and she wore no makeup beyond lipstick that matched her hazel eyes.

''Ow! What's in there, dumbbells?'' Cody said, as a case of dumb bells fall on his foot.

''Yes.''

''She's all yours, man!'' Duncan replied.

The next arrival was the largest one by far. He was grossly fat, dressed simply, in shorts, sneakers, and what looked like a faux team shirt of some kind. He had a scraggly little mop of unkempt blond hair.

''Wahoo! Chris! What's happenin'?'' the fat kid said bursting into laughter. ''This is awesome! Wahoo! '' As he barreled down the dock he tripped and hits his head against the dock.

''Owen! Welcome!''

''Awesome to be here man! Yeah! Man, this is just so...'' he rambled on before Gwen took a stab at what the fat kid was going to say next.

''Awesome?''

''Yes, awesome! Wooooo! Are you gonna be on my team?''

''Oh, I sure hope so...'' Gwen replied sarcastically in response to the question. So far she was not impressed by what she was seeing.

''Wooooo!''

''You're about finished!''

''Sorry, dude. I'm just so psyched!''

''Cool, and here comes Courtney.'' A tan skinned girl with short brown-haired stepped off the boat. She wore a short, lightweight grey sweater over a more expansive off-white blouse, the combination bearing an unfortunate resemblance to a chambermaid's uniform. At least her calf-length, olive-green pants didn't reinforce that image.

Courtney also wore high-heeled sandals, but even with this enhancement was one of the shortest contestants in the troupe.

''Thank you.'' Courtney joined the other contestants and engaged in polite introductions with a number of them. '' Hi, you must be the other contestants! It's really nice to meet you all!''

''How's it goin, I'm Owen!'' He greeted as he shook her hand.

''Nice to meet you...Oh, wow.''

"And now the eye candy for our female viewership. Justin." For a lack of better description Justin was a god among men. He had a ripped physique that was not within the realm of body builder's exaggeration, though it did ripple under his tight T-shirt. He also wore old, nondescript blue jeans and sneakers, but none of the girls noticed those until later. His shortish hair was straight, glossy and raven-black. His skin was a flawless bronze, his teeth a flawless white, and his eyes—oh, those eyes—beckoning sapphire wells that a girl could drown in if she wasn't careful, and maybe even if she was.

In short, every girl present desired him on sight. The boys' reactions to the new arrival were mixed. Some were disdainful of the "pretty boy"; some admired his ripped physique, knowing that a guy didn't get that way without a lot of work, whatever his natural gifts; and some saw a dangerous rival who might damage their own chances of hooking up with someone.

''Welcome to Total Drama Island''

''Thanks, Chris, this is great!'' the teen replied enthusiastically. He was already making it up in his mind how he was going to win.

''Just, so you know, we picked you based entirely on your looks.''

''I can deal with that!'' he responded with a grin.

''I like your pants!''

''Thanks man!''

''Cause they look like they're all worn out,'' he laughs, ''...did you buy them like that?''

''Uh, no just had them for a while!''

''Oh, cool!...stupid,'' The oaf whispered the last part as the teen walked down the dock.

Another boat arrived and out stepped a slim girl standing at the prow and waving excitedly. Her long, somewhat curly hair was a fiery Scotch orange-red, and her eyes were green.

She wore a green halter top with a collar and a cleavage window. She was the only girl with a long skirt, reaching almost to her knees, but the skirt was of a curious design—covering most of her thighs on the outside but barely on the inside, it was knotted on one side and hung low on her hips, only partially covering her green, bikini-like panties. All in all, it looked like Izzy, as the new arrival was called, had simply wrapped a yellow-green towel around her hips. ''Hey everyone! Izzy!''

When the boat came to a stop, Izzy rushed to the gangplank, but stubbed her toe and took a header off the boat. Recovering quickly, she executed a flip and landed catlike on her feet, just about as close to the end of the dock as she could have done without falling into the water.

''This is summer camp? That is so cool! Do you have paper mache here? Are we having lunch soon?''

''That is a good call!'' The big guy replied.

"And Finally our final contestant"

As the boat arrives and slows down from it stepped a tan skinned 16-17 year old guy with dark brown hair that just grazed his shoulders with a few locks falling just over the bridge of his nose, standing 6'7, deep blue eyes like an ocean with a 5 o'clock shadow prominent and by god he was handsome...not Justin beautiful but he exuded a masculinity that out matched anyone of the guys just from looking at you.

On his shoulders where two tribal wolf tattoos, the left had a dream catcher behind it and the right had what looked like scythes behind it.

For clothes he wore a sleeveless black coat emblazoned with thirteen stars with 'Old World Justice' over a large emblazoned 13 stars over a blue background, five red stripes, and a 101 on the star in the middle and 'Blackjack' under it on the back and 'Fighting Chance' and 'The Great Bear' on his chest. The rest of the outfit consists of a shirt with a black spade with the number "21" imposed over it, black pants, and a pair of black boots. There are several accessories, including a pair of tribal-like necklaces, a bandoleer, and a strange looking device on his wrist. The entire outfit is dusty and weather-beaten.

"Yo, Johnny! How's it hanging?" Christ asks the newest camper

"My name is John, Chris. And I'm alright." John says as he slings a duffel bag over his shoulder and steps off the boat. His voice calm, almost neutral, and still commanding.(Just imagine Dave Wittenberg the voice actor of Kakashi Hatake saying this, his voice would be badass for it.)

John walks up to Chris and hands him a remote of some kind over to Chris.

"Alright, John. Thanks for holding up your end." Chris says as he hits a button on the remote causing the device on John's wrist to shake and spark a little causing him to groan a bit."Kay, John join the others and we can get started." Chris says ushering John towards the other 22 camper.

''How's it goin, I'm Owen!'' The big guy says as John gets close to the group.

"Good, I'm JoHN!" he says as Owen pulls John into a bear hug that felt like a real bear was crushing you.

"Oops, heh, sorry." Owen says sheepishly

After he sets John down Owen,the rest of the campers, and the viewers get a surprise when John not only hugs the big guy, but also picked him off the ground.

"Consider that pay back, Owen." John says as he sets Owen back to the dock.

"Whoa...dude...THAT WAS AWESOME! WHOOOO-HOOO!" Owen says as he throws his arms in the air. "How did you lift me, dude!?"

John waits to answer so he could think it through. "I've trained myself to lift a lot of weight. I might not look it Owen, but i can lift 350Lbs of anything and keep running around so I can lift you easily."

"Really, man? WHOOO-HOOOO, that's AWESOME!" Owen says as he once again throws his arms in the air. "Hey, are we going to be teammates? Cause that would be…" Owen pauses searching for the right word.

John only chuckled lightheartedly at the lovable oaf and his actions. "Awesome?" John asks Owen helping him to find the word he kept using.

"Heh, yeah."

"Well you might want to ask Chris that one, he is after all the ass that brought us here." he says earning chuckles and smirks from the other campers as well as a scowl from the host of the show. "Well let's get unpacking our shit."

"Hold up! First thing, we have to get a group photo for a promo." Chris chuckled, "Everyone on the end of this dock!" With that, the campers gather at the end of dock and take their positions, John stand right next to Owen and Gwen with arms crossed. The host leap on the ship with camera, "Okay, one…two…Whoops, forgot the lens cap. Now hold that pose…Hang on, card filled!"

"Oh come on!" Leshawna muttered, "My face is starting to freeze."

"Everyone say, 'Wawanakwa'!"

"Wawanaka…WHOA!" Everyone cried out as the dock break down, sending them into the water, "Okay, guys, dry off and meet at the campfire pit in 10."

"HELP I CAN'T SWIM!" Owen yells as he starts to sink below the water.

"Gotcha man." John says as he grabs Owen with one arm and swims towards the shore. "Sonofabitch, probably knew that would happen. Probably why he stalled so long." John says as he drags himself and Owen on the shore before setting the big guy down asn Owen gasps for breath.

"Wouldn't be surprised." Courtney says

"Well then, I'll have to teach him a lesson." John thinks

(Campfire)

"That is Camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next eight weeks." Chris waved at the scene, "The campers sitting around you will be your cabin mates, competition, and maybe even your friends." The campers glance at each other, "You dig? The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting vote off will win 100,000 bucks."

"Excuse me," Duncan smirked, "What will the sleeping arrangements will be, because I'd like to request a bunk under her?" He thumbed at Heather.

Heather gasped in disgust, "They're not co-ed, are they?"

"No." The host shook his head, "Girls get one side of each cabin and dudes get the other."

"Excuse me, Kyle?" Lindsay raised her hand, "Can I have a cabin with a lake view since I'm the prettiest?"

"Yeah but that's not really how it works here…" Chris sighed, "And it's Chris."

"But I have to be with Sadie or I'll die!"

"Yeah and I'll break out in hive! It's true!"

"That cannot be happening." Gwen groaned before Owen grabs her and Tyler in headlock, "Aw come on, guys. It'll be fun! Like sleepover!"

"I agree with big fella." John chuckled, patting Owen's back, "Well except the sleepover part…., just think of it as a hanging out situation."

"At least you don't have to sleep next to him," Tyler whispered to Gwen, nodding to Duncan holding a deer in headlock as he grinding his fist on the head.

"Hmm, seeing as we have odd number of campers so guess what?" All of the campers shake their heads in synchronize, "We are going to have a challenge right now! One of you will get instant elimination, which would even up the numbers of campers!"

"WHAT!" Everyone but John cried before Courtney stands up with scowl, "But we just got here!"

"Too bad!" He singsong, "Now for our first challenge, it's going to be…Predator Prayers!" Chris exclaims as he pulls out a hat. "Each of you will pull out a piece of of paper and read what's on it, they will tell you your role and what you're meant to do in the challenge and amongst the Prey is a Predator role that will decide the fate of one. Like a predator he/she will observe from the shadows and decide the fate of the other 22 campers so DON'T TELL ANYONE YOUR ROLE IF YOU ARE THE PREDATOR!"