Disclaimer - Dead since September 26th 2014. Do I really need to state whether or not I own Total Drama? Wouldn't I be doing something more profitable if I did?
Hello everyone, this is insertnamehere21. It's been a while since I posted anything on this site, but here I am nonetheless
Author's Note - This is the sequel to my first fanfic "Euro-Drama Roadtrip", and it is highly recommended that you read that first, otherwise you will be rather lost.
This is a spin-off of Total Drama and does not affect the canon timeline, though it takes place before and during the Ridonculous Race. It also takes place in the summer after the 2015 Eurovision in Vienna.
The 38 OCs (36 contestants and 2 hosts) were all created by me, and the four interns are based on reviewers from last season. There will be two original Total Drama characters who will also appear - they are, of course, owned by Fresh TV.
Couples (just as a reminder) - DanixHadi, ZeferinoxAgnessa, SannaxTyge, EmiliaxLou, but there will be plenty more to
Updated stereotypes will be down below.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and here is part 1 of the first episode of Euro...Drama...Farmyard!
Euro-Drama Farmyard – Episode 1, Part 1 - What's With The Camera?
A female voice began the recap – "Last season on Euro-Drama, 28 contestants from all over Europe (and Israel) competed against each other in a continent-wide roadtrip.
It was a tense competition, but in the end, it was Slovenian emo girl Adrijana who took the prize of one million euros, bringing the contest to a farm in the south of the Mediterranean nation…"
"Krava!?" exclaimed a deep burly voice. "Kaj delaš s to kamero?"
Subtitles at the bottom of the screen said – "What are you doing with that camera?"
"Dad, my name is Lara now," the girl complained, and the camera reverted to a girl with bleach-blonde hair and brown eyes standing in front of a large burly man with grey hair. They were both standing on a lawn in front of a barn. "And I told you, we're shooting a TV show! One that will be shown all over Europe."
"A TV show!? On my farm!? Are you crazy!?" the man shouted. "I don't want our farm on TV!"
"I told you about it last month!" Lara reminded him. "When we had to sign those papers! Remember?"
"Oh yeah," her father sighed in memory. "Well, carry on then!"
[Confessional:
Lara (Slovenia, Host): And, as with last season, we will once again have a confessional. Let's hope Marios doesn't hog it again.
[she chuckles at her last statement]]
At that moment, a bus arrived in front of them, and two familiar girls came out.
"Finally!" Adrijana cheered as she threw her arms in the air. "I'll admit I was getting a bit nauseous in there."
"Back for another season!" Sanna exclaimed, pumping her fist. "This time, I will win!"
"That's what Anka said last season," Adrijana chuckled as they both walked over to Lara and her father. "Hello, Uncle Bogas. Hello…Krava."
"It's Lara!" Lara whined, stomping her foot.
"I see you finally lost some weight, and that terrible ACNE is finally gone," Adrijana commented.
Lara folded her arms, looking rather irritated. "Just go stand to the right while I introduce the others."
"Just go stand to the right while I introduce the others," Adrijana mimicked. "That's Total Drama fanfiction cliché #3. And it's a don't."
"This isn't a fanfiction, so why does it matter!?" Lara snapped, pointing her right hand toward an empty spot of grass.
"Whatever," Adrijana sighed, and she walked over to the spot, with Sanna wheeling herself not far behind.
"You know her?" Sanna asked.
"She's my cousin, Lara," Adrijana sighed. "Or at least she used to be called Krava until she legally changed it last year."
"What's wrong with Krava?" Sanna asked.
"It's Slovenian…for cow," Adrijana cracked up, and Sanna couldn't help but also laugh a little.
"That was our winner and runner up from last year, Adrijana of Slovenia, and Sanna of Denmark!" Lara announced, a creepy and forced smile on her face. "Next we have third and fourth placers, Aleksander, from Albania, and Tia, from Bulgaria!"
"Ugh, I can't believe you put boogers in my hair," Tia groaned, as she picked at her locks. "You're like a 5 year old."
"A very cute five year old, with that said," Aleksander stated brightly, making Tia scowl. "And you shouldn't worry about it. They mainly landed in your green highlights. Nobody at home will notice."
"As you can see, their little 'love-hate' relationship is still going strong," Lara said to the camera.
"It's just hate," Tia said dryly as she walked past, with Aleksander tagging along not far behind.
The three girls who had already arrived shared a hug of reunion as Lara announced – "And it looks like our next who contestants are here – 5th and 6th placers, Marios from Greece and Luko from Serbia."
"We were here this whole time," Marios corrected as he went down the steps. "We're only just coming out now."
"That's cute," Lara commented, to which Marios scowled.
"Oh, cheer up!" Luko exclaimed excitedly as he pulled some of his long hair out of his face. "I'm back for a new season! This is going to rock! My English has much improved, and I'm diabetes free."
"You can't cure diabetes," Tia stated, her hands on her hips.
"You can if it's type-2," Marios pointed out.
"Okay, then," Tia nodded.
"Well, congratulations, Luko. That must have sucked," Adrijana said to him as she shook his hand.
"Meh, it was fine. It really opened my eyes and helped me grow as a person," Luko shrugged before hugging the Slovenian girl. "Plus it was nothing compared with what you had to go through."
"Hey, easy boy!" Adrijana exclaimed, pushing him back. "Well, I got a million worth of consolation, though I had to give away about half of it to the rest of my family. There was still plenty left over, and my family now lives in a huge mansion!"
"Good for you," Lara gritted her teeth. "Now can I continue hosting? Here are the next contestants…"
She reached into her pockets in search for a script.
"Hi," Marios said, giving a little wave to Adrijana.
"Oh…um…hi," Adrijana replied awkwardly, looking a little flustered.
"Are you okay?" Tia asked, raising her pierced eyebrow. Before Adrijana could answer, Lara interrupted – "Aha! Found it! Coming out next, Dani from Hungary, and Zeferino from Portugal."
The Portuguese guy came out looking very confident, while the Hungarian girl looked a little nervous.
"Isn't this great?" he asked, nudging her. "Another shot at the million?"
"Y-yeah," she nodded. "It's g-great."
"Hey, what's wrong? I can sense you've got a problem," Zeferino said.
"Oh, well you know, after all I did…"
"Dani!" Lara squealed, giving the Hungarian girl a tight hug. "I am such a huge fan. The way you treated my cousin last year was AWESOME…"
Dani slowly pushed her off.
"I'd…rather not talk about that," she sighed to herself as she walked towards the others, with Zeferino by her side.
"Wow, she feels sorry. Fickle much?" Lara pouted as her dad gave her a pat on the back. She perked up as the next contestants came out – "Everyone, give it up for – Johannes from Iceland, and Agnessa from Belarus."
"Hey, how have you been?" Johannes asked as he and Agnessa stepped off the vehicle.
"Pretty good," Agnessa smiled. "I moved to Grandma's house and I've started going to school again. Basically, everything has fallen into place."
"Well, things are going well with me too," Johannes replied. "I pushed Halldór into a freezing lake, which was a LOT of fun!"
"Cool," Agnessa commented, before walking over to the others. "Zeferino!"
"Agnessa!" Zeferino cheered, and they both rushed over to each other and shared a long kiss.
"I haven't seen you in so long!" Agnessa sighed. "How have you been doing?"
"Why is everyone acting like they haven't seen each other in years?" Marios asked in confusion. "We all went to the Eurovision together in May."
"For many couples, a month is an eternity," Adrijana shrugged.
"And you'd know?" Marios asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Adrijana didn't reply. Dani looked at them both suspiciously.
"So far, the final ten from last season have arrived!" Lara announced. "Here are the next two – Tyge from Norway and…"
"Shut up! They know who we are!" yelled a deep voice. At the same time, Tyge came out of the bus along with a guy with a baggy hoody and jeans.
"…Mirzo…from Bosnia-Herzegovina," Lara finished anyway.
"Woah!" Luko exclaimed his disbelief, his eyes widened.
"Er…it's good to be back," Tyge said, a weird looking smile on his face, before he walked over to Sanna and they shared a kiss.
"That's right, it's me!" Mirzo exclaimed, pulling off his hood. His hair was a lot longer and bushier, and his physique was a lot skinnier.
"What happened?" Luko asked.
"What can I say?" Mirzo responded. "I was sick of everyone pushing me around and telling what to do, and what food to eat, and when to exercise…I'd rather just be my own person. And it's been great – my grades have skyrocketed, and I even learned a new language – Hey, Marios!"
Marios looked up at him.
" Έχετε ένα ταμπόν μέχρι τον κόλπο σας ! " Mirzo said rudely.
"Dickhead!" Marios growled.
[Confessional:
Aleksander (Albania): I dunno about you guys, but I say it's an improvement.]
"And so far twelve people have arrived," Lara continued. "They just missed the merge last time – Amanda from Sweden, and Hadi from Israel."
Hadi stepped off the bus first, and Amanda came from behind a second later.
He glared at her, still clearly pissed at her for getting him voted out. That's when he perked up at the sight of Dani.
"Hadi!" she cheered, running over to hug him.
"Dani!" he exclaimed, before they shared a kiss.
Amanda raised an eyebrow at this while standing still.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Dani said dryly, looking up. "Is this making you barf?"
"Um…" Amanda said hesitantly.
"Come on, let's go say hi to the others," Dani said to her boyfriend, and they both held hands and walked off.
Amanda sighed to herself before also walking over to the others.
"Hi, Amanda!" Tyge exclaimed cheerfully, before Sanna grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back.
"Tyge, don't do it," she whispered.
"I'm sorry, she just looked really upset," Tyge said in sympathy.
"That's what she wants you to think," Sanna continued. "Remember when she tried to manipulate you last season?"
"So, what if I'm right this time?" Tyge asked.
"Why take the risk?" Sanna warned him, before they both went away from Amanda.
"You're a terrible whisperer!" Amanda yelled at Sanna, in what sounded like genuine sadness.
Tyge looked at Sanna and stuck his lower lip. Sanna shook her head and put her arm around his back.
"Give it up for –" Lara continued. "Stela from Romania, and Katerina from Macedonia!"
The two Balkan girls walked out of the bus. Well, Stela did anyway. Katerina's entrance was very excitable and bouncy.
"Yes!" she cheered, jumping up and down, with Kelija in her arms.
"Woah, girl, calm down!" Tia exclaimed, walking over to her, and placing her hand on Katerina's head.
"What was that for?" Katerina asked, frowning. "I was on a roll."
"Sorry, you just looked like you needed it," Tia apologized.
"That's okay," Katerina smiled. "I'm just really excited! I just hope I have a shot this time!"
"Neow," Kelija smiled, and she held out her paw for Tia to shake.
"Please don't claw me," Tia sighed as she shook it. Luckily, it didn't happen.
Stela, on the other hand, walked along silently. Nobody seemed to notice her. She passed by Amanda who was still sulking to herself, and the Swedish girl gave her a brief wink.
Stela looked rather confused as she walked off.
"So far, sixteen of our contestants have stepped out of the bus!" Lara announced. "Next we have – Anka from Montenegro, and Berto from San Marino!"
"I don't get why this has to take so long!" Anka complained as she stomped out of the bus.
"She has a point," Berto commented.
"Don't question it!" Lara whined, stomping her foot several times.
"Hey, Berto!" Marios exclaimed, walking up to him.
"Oh, Marios, what's up?" Berto asked, and they both fisted. "As for me, not bad, though I've been getting a lot of nasty hate-mail over the last few months."
"It really sucks," Marios sighed. "You couldn't be more underrated. I would have voted off Shay even if I'd known that you threw the challenge."
"Thanks," Berto smiled, and they both walked over to the others.
"19th and 20th place – the Cyriot entrant, Lou, and the Latvian entrant, Pavils!" Lara announced as the two bickerers stomped off the bus. The Cypriot looked very angry and grumbly to be coming out with Pavils, while the Latvian guy just rolled his eyes.
"Awesome to be here!" Lou exclaimed, pumping his fist, before shaking hands with Tia, and hugging Marios.
"Well, glad to see someone sane come out to make up for that douchebag," Sanna smiled, jerking her thumb over at Pavils.
Pavils sighed to himself before stomping off.
"Don't play the victim," Lou said, folding his arms, before turning his head back over at the bus.
"That's right, Lou, the next ones out are…" Lara continued. "…Emilia of Netherlands, and Alma of Croatia."
"Was there any point in that pause?" Adrijana asked, her hands on her hips. "We're aware of the elimination order."
"Jessie, Anton, Eloise, Rikard, Sh-nup!" Marios recited before Adrijana grabbed his lips.
"Thank you," she frowned, to which Marios nodded.
"Lou!" Emilia squealed, rushing out of the bus, grabbing Lou, and glomping him tightly. Her pigtails had been cut off and she now had a pixie cut. "It's been so long!"
"Yeah…one day," Lou replied confusedly. "And every other day."
"Oh, did you visit each other just before the show started?" Dani asked.
"It was more than a visit," Lou corrected. "I'll explain...later."
"Er…hi," Alma said awkwardly.
"Hi," Emilia said, waving, before turning away.
Alma folded her arms and sighed.
"Next, we have Symon from Ukraine, and Shay from Russia!" Lara said to the camera.
Symon stood in front of bus, wearing his ski mask, and smiling modestly.
This was interrupted when he suddenly fell to the ground.
"Oh, sorry!" Shay exclaimed half-heartedly, walking out of the bus. He was a lot more muscular now. His hair was shorter and all of his previous fat was gone.
"Woah, again!" Luko exclaimed.
"Well, I guess I don't know my own strength!" Shay said as he swaggered over to the others.
"Bully," Marios frowned.
"I never did anything like that," Mirzo frowned as folded his arms.
"Oh, and I suppose you have a problem with that!?" Shay exclaimed, storming over to him.
Marios tried to stick his leg out and trip him, but Shay saw it coming, picked him up by his t-shirt, and threw him into a mud-pile.
"Ha! Judo's not gonna help you this time!" Shay exclaimed.
[Confessional:
Marios (Greece): I honestly can't tell who's changed for the worse – Shay or Mirzo.]
"You're horrible!" Alma exclaimed, before picking Symon up.
"Hi," he said nervously, and they both had a hug.
"I'll get you some plasters," Alma added, taking out her first-aid kit.
"It's fine…" Symon said, but it was too late. Alma had already rolled up his shorts and placed band-aids on his knee. "Well…um…thanks."
"Coming out now…no pun intended…Rikard from Finland, and Eloise from France," Lara continued.
"Hilarious," Rikard said sarcastically, while Eloise blew kisses to the camera.
"Hello, people of Europe! I love you all!" Eloise exclaimed, swaying her arms confidently.
"This ain't a pageant, you know," Rikard said, folding his arms.
"Wow!" Eloise exclaimed, and she rushed over to Shay and started to feel his arms. "Awesome guns!"
"Why, thank you!" Shay beamed. "I did it because of him."
He pointed accursedly at Rikard.
"Me?" Rikard said in confusion.
Shay poked Rikard's chest.
"You called me fat last year!" Shay yelled. "And now I'm getting revenge on you!"
"Do you like me?" Rikard asked.
"Like you!?" Shay yelled. "LIKE YOU!? I'm not a f****t! Oh no – I don't have a mental disorder like you."
"I've heard worse," Rikard shrugged.
"Not a shock," Shay sighed. "I'm surprised you're not bothered. What happened to crying and waving your arm like a fan!?"
"I…I…that was then! Things change in a year!" Rikard protested as he pulled himself away.
"Watch out," Shay threatened, giving him 'the eyes'.
"And…" Lara said in an attempt to break the awkwardness, before turning to face the bus. "Our last two veterans – Anton from Poland, and Jessie from Italy."
Nobody came out.
"Jessie, stay in there all you want," Lara sighed. "And don't drag Anton along with you."
"Don't tell me what to do!" Jessie snapped, as she jumped off the bus.
"Ack!" Anton screamed as Jessie dragged him along.
"Who's that emo with Jessie?" Luko asked.
"Anton, duh," Mirzo said dryly.
"Woah for a third time!" Luko exclaimed.
Anton sighed and picked himself up.
"Hey," he sighed. He was hardly recognizable from his previous self. His short blonde hair, was now black and bushy and went over his face. He was wearing black eye-liner and lipstick, and looked very depressed.
"Yeah…I dunno what happened to him," Jessie sighed, before walking up to the rest of the group.
"You look awesome!" Tyge exclaimed, walking up to Anton. "I mean, I liked you before, but…you know…that's cool too."
"I believe this suits me more," Anton said in a deep and depressed tone. "After all, I have come to realize the truth about life. Success is not about how hard you try – it is about how the spirits and Gods programme your destiny to be."
"Well, that's…um…an interesting philosophy," Tyge commented, nodding his head.
"Yes, it's all good, but we're getting onto the exciting part of this introduction!" Lara interrupted, jumping up between them. "It's time to introduce our eight brand new competitors – first up, a pretty peaceful guy from the Alps – our Swiss contestant, Vincenz!"
The first newbie to step off the bus had very long and very dark blonde hair, a beard covering half of his face, and very relaxed eyes.
"Hey, I'm…" Tyge said, walking up to him.
"Tyge, I know," Vincenz nodded. "I can hear you."
"Is he blind?" Sanna asked, wheeling herself up to them.
"No, but I have my eyes closed most of the time," Vincenz explained. "I can still open them – see, but you know, it's just how I like it."
"I like this guy already," Tyge commented.
"Good," Lara said. "Next up – fresh from 'Circ de Miracle', it's Estrella from Spain!"
"It's Catalonia! We will never be Spain!" screamed a female voice from inside the bus.
"Well, excuse me then," Lara sighed. "Please welcome, Estrella from Catalonia!"
"Thank you!" Estrella exclaimed, and she leapt out of the bus, doing a spin and a flip while in the air.
"Woah for a fourth time!" Luko exclaimed, looking genuinely impressed.
"Are you gonna keep counting?" Mirzo asked angrily, his hand on his hip. Luko sighed and walked away from him.
"Hello, my name is Estrella!" the Catalan girl said excitedly. "I am glad to be taking part is such a show! I hope to bring money home for my family at the circus!"
"You work in the circus?" Emilia asked. "I love the circus!"
"I hate circuses, they're so boring," Lou sighed.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" Estrella screamed, grabbing his t-shirt.
"N-nothing," Lou replied nervously. "Heh-heh."
"You think I'm deaf?" Estrella snarled. "Never mind. I forgive you. You have nice girlfriend."
"Thank you," Lou smiled. "She is good kisser."
"Oh, now you mock my English!" Estrella cried, before shaking her head. "Get yourself together, Estrella, don't want to lose temper! Not after last time!"
She smiled and shook Lou's hand. "Sorry," she said. "I have bad temper."
Lou smiled back, though he clearly looked rather nervous.
"If I could have your attention again!" Lara frowned, waving her hands at the camera. "Our third newcomer – Petros from Armenia!"
A guy with long brown hair and a black toque on his head stepped off the bus. He had a slight smile on his face.
Tyge ran up to greet him, "Hey, I'm…"
"Tyge. I know. I've…seen the show," Petros replied, nodding his head, before walking off, making Tyge scratch his head in confusion.
[Confessional:
Petros (Armenia): I'm Petros, I'm from Armenia, and if there's one thing I've learned in life, it's trust nobody]
"Fourth up…" continued Lara. "Sveda from Azerbaijan."
Nobody came out.
"SVEDA!" Lara screamed.
"Huh? Are you okay?" a girl with long and silky brown hair asked.
"You have to come out now," Lara hissed.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know that you were calling me," Sveda apologized. "See, my name is Sveda Edyeva, not Sveda Fromazerbaijan."
"Sorry," Lara sneered, putting her palm to her face.
[Confessional:
Marios (Greece): Last year, Russia sends an Owen rip-off, this year, Azerbaijan sends a Lindsay rip-off?
There's a high chance the Azeri selection was rigged.]
"Next on the grass…" Lara continued.
"Next on the grass?" Adrijana repeated, chuckling.
"Shut up!" Lara snapped. "Anyways, from the coast of Co. Limerick – Finn, from Ireland!"
A guy with spiky red hair and a similarly coloured beard leapt out of the bus and attempted to do a flip, but halfway through he accidentally fell in mid-air and fell flat on the ground.
"Fiddlesticks!" he yelled. "I'd been practising that for months."
"You might wanna leave that to the professionals," Sanna said as she helped him up.
"Thanks," Finn replied as he dusted himself off. "Oh well, not the end of the world. I'm happy to be here, a chance at the million and a chance to get out of Irish college for a year. This summer will be great craic."
"Don't count on it," Lara told him, an evil grin on her face. "Our sixth new contest – a native to Brighton – it's Carolyn for the United Kingdom."
"Hey, hope all is going well. My name is Carolyn, and I'm chuffed to be here!" a girl with reddish-brown hair and glasses said as she walked over to the others.
"You sound like you rehearsed that for weeks," Sanna chuckled.
"Sorry, I'm just so used to saying it on my vlogs," Carolyn replied.
"Oh my gosh! I'm subscribed to you!" Emilia squealed, jumping up and down in excitement. "Your username is chickencarrie right?"
"Chickencarrie?" Adrijana repeated, chuckling.
"I made it when I was thirteen. It seemed funny then," Carolyn said in defence. "Awesome that you're subscribed to me though – I have only got 15,000."
"You think that's bad?" Finn asked. "The most I ever got was 10 – though I deleted all my videos because they were crap."
"That's good to know," Lara sighed. "Next – it's Beni from Moldova."
A guy with a beard, long silky brown hair and a Stetson hat stepped out, and the camera showed a shot of him flicking his hair in slow motion.
Several of the girls and Rikard looked at him with drool falling out of their mouth.
"Wow!" Katerina exclaimed.
"What a hunk," Rikard added.
Beni stood in front of everyone, and his eyes suddenly started moving all over the place.
"You okay?" Johannes asked in concern.
"I think I can see my brain," Beni replied, his eyes were open but his irises had rolled into his eyelids. "Cool."
"Hi, I'm Rikard," Rikard said, walking up to him, a very dreamy look on his face.
"Rikard, awesome! We can be best friends!" Beni exclaimed, grabbing Rikard's hand and shaking it frantically.
"Great!" Rikard squealed, before letting go and walking off.
"And the final contestant to arrive…" Lara took a short pause. "…from the municipality of Baarle-Hertog in Belgium, it's Ilene!"
A load of the contestants immediately started cheering the heads off.
"Oh, my…" a girl said nervously as her head peeked out of the doorframe of the bus.
She had long dark-brown hair and a head-bandana with black, yellow and red stripes.
She stepped out and slowly walked over to the other 35 contestants, and her face had gone bright red from all of the attention.
"Hey, you're a really good singer," Sanna said to her, but Ilene walked past without even looking at her.
"I loved the rapping," Sanna added in a louder voice. Ilene quickly turned her head and whispered – "Thanks."
"She lives on my street," Emilia said to Lou.
"What? She lives in another country. Is that a metaphor?" Lou asked.
"No. Don't you remember – half of my neighbourhood is in Belgium," Emilia reminded him. "The flags on the doors…"
"Oh yeah!" Lou remembered. "I just thought those were…I don't know what I thought they were."
"Why is everyone cheering for her?" Tyge asked Sanna in confusion.
"Someone leaked her audition tape on YouTube, and she sang "Somebody that I used to know" while playing the piano, and then she put on a cap and started rapping. It was awesome, and it got over 10 million views," Sanna explained.
"Oh, she doesn't seem to be taking it very well," Tyge noticed in concern.
"It's probably just because of how sudden it was," Sanna shrugged.
"Alright then, all thirty-six of you are here, so let me explain how this season is structured," Lara announced. "For the first half of the season, you will be split into teams, and one person will be eliminated from the losing team every episode.
When the merge comes, in order to make sure we've the same amount of episodes as last season, there will be a double elimination each episode."
"So, there'll be, like, I dunno, twenty people in the merge?" Luko asked.
"Yeah, more or less," Lara nodded.
Luko nodded at this, satisfied with the odds of making it that far again.
"Unlike last season, every contestant who is eliminated will stay on the farm, and will become an intern for the rest of the season – so hopefully that'll motivate you to try harder," Lara explained. "Speaking of interns…this season we will have four, including two returning from last season – please welcome, Intern #2 from Canada, and Intern #3 from Netherlands."
The two returning interns stepped out, both looking quite happy.
"It's so awesome to be back!" Intern #3 exclaimed.
"Yeah, I love the new contestants, and I hope one of my favourites wins," Intern #2 agreed.
"And where are our manners?" Intern #3 asked rhetorically. "Here are the two new interns who will be joining us this season – Intern #7 from Russia and Intern #8 from the UK."
Two male interns stepped out from behind a barn.
"Hey," they both said, and then they stayed silent as they stood with the other two interns.
"And in addition, there will also be two paid staff members," Lara continued.
"Hey, that's not fair!" Intern #2 complained.
"Who were both contestants in the original Total Drama franchise," Lara added. "They are both very popular, according to my notes, but only had supporting roles."
"Noah and Dawn!" Emilia exclaimed immediately, jumping up and down. "It's Noah and Dawn!"
"That's right! How did you know?" Lara asked in confusion.
"They're my favourite characters, and they both didn't make it very far. It was an educated guess," Emilia shrugged as the two former contestants came out from behind the barn.
"Oh, it's so cool to be here," Dawn said in her usual calm voice. "The nature is very passable, and the woodland animals were very friendly when I was walking here."
Noah sighed, "I'm just here for the $1,000 an episode."
"Things could not be more awesome right now," Emilia sighed as she wrapped her arms tightly around Lou.
"How are you not suffocating?" Marios asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I suppose it's magic," Lou smiled.
"Well, that's me for now!" Lara announced. "I'll keep you in the hands of my father for now."
With that, she sat in a golf-cart that was parked nearby and she was off.
"Okay, scum!" her dad yelled. "LINE UP!"
"Tell me he's nice on the inside like Hans," Emilia squeaked as she let go of Lou and stood beside him.
"That includes you!" he yelled at Jessie, whose eyes widened as she also stepped in line.
[Confessional:
Amanda (Sweden): Wow, he even got Jessie to obey him. That guy is FREAKY!]
"Hello, you will address me as 'Sir' or 'Farmer Bogas'," he began as he stomped up and down the line that the contestants had formed. "When I see a bunch like you lot, I see indiscipline, sloppiness, being plain lazy!"
Johannes' eyes widened as Farmer Bogas stood before him as he yelled that line.
"Look at you," Farmer Bogas continued as he waved his palms. "Thinking you're so cool in your hoodies, and your skinny jeans and high-tops."
Rikard looked down and widened his eyes. He was wearing all three of these items.
"Well, I'm going to put a stop to it!" Famer Bogas continued to bellow. "First of all, you guys need to change your clothes. Go into that tent over there. I think you'll find so more suitable outfits."
He pointed at a large green tent, and he lead the thirty-six of them inside.
[Confessional:
Adrijana (Slovenia): It's weird how he seemed to have such a great speech despite not knowing about this show until after Krava had started filming.
Farmer Bogas (Slovenia, Co-Host): I forgot, okay? I remembered a couple of minutes after she told me about it!]
"You have fifteen minutes to pick out what you're wearing. My daughter took the liberty of sorting everything into sizes and types and labelling them accordingly," Farmer Bogas explained as they stood inside the grubby tent. "Some of these were hand-me-downs from my five children, but most of them were donated from people living all over Europe especially for this show. Report back outside immediately after you're done."
With that, he walked out of the flap in the tent.
"What kind of clothes store is this?" Eloise frowned as she held up the arm of one of the shirts. "I am not wearing polyester!"
Marios walked over and looked at the tag. "You're in luck; it's cotton!" he exclaimed, taking the shirt off the rack and handing it to her.
"Bah!" Eloise exclaimed angrily.
"You know, for someone who got raped a month ago, you sure don't seem very shocked or anything," Marios said.
"Oh, I was having such a good time the last few weeks that I forgot. Thanks for bringing it up!" Eloise cried, and she put her head in her hands and started to sob.
"That wasn't very nice, Marios," Alma frowned from nearby.
[Confessional:
Eloise (France): In case you didn't already know, there was a news story about a month ago that a man snuck into my house and raped me! Well, guess what, it was all a hoax! I only did it to gain sympathy!
You people are all so dumb!]
Luko picked out a Hawaiian shirt, before it was suddenly grabbed out of his hands.
"Fashion police!" Rikard exclaimed, holding the shirt in his hands. "You don't wanna wear that."
"Why not? Zeferino has one like it," Luko protested, pointing over at the Portuguese boy, who was wearing a similar Hawaiian print shirt.
"It looks good on him. He's got darker skin," Rikard said, before unbuttoning the waistcoat he was wearing. "I was gonna wear this, but I think it would better on you."
"Oh thanks," Luko smiled.
"But get another shirt first," Rikard advised him.
As Lou put on a shirt with white and light-grey checks, his eyes clenched when Emilia started to squee.
"Oh my gosh, dungarees!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I haven't worn these since I was six! Would they look good on me?"
"Of course," Lou replied. "But my opinion doesn't matter. It's the opinion of all of the viewers that matters."
"Good point," Emilia agreed, and she was about to put it down before she shrugged and said – "I guess you only live once."
"Twice if you're Ania," Adrijana pointed out.
"I suppose," Emilia nodded as she tried to pull her legs into the holes, and she subsequently tripped over.
"I'm okay!" she exclaimed a second later, giving a thumb's up to a nearby camera.
"Excuse me, sir," Sveda said, tapping Petros on the shoulder several times.
"What's up?" Petros asked, as he corrected his hat. He had just finished putting on a pair of black trousers.
"Do you have these in another colour?" Sveda asked, holding up a pair of brown pants. "These don't really go with my shirt."
"I am not an assistant. Sorry," Petros snapped, before walking off.
"These trousers all have belts with them," Dani commented as he took a pair off a shelf.
"Well, I suppose I have less chance of getting a wedgie," Hadi stated. "Though I haven't got one in a year."
"Did Dani's kick in the balls finally sort things out?" Zeferino asked as he and Agnessa walked over.
"Probably, though it didn't really matter," Hadi replied. "I moved schools, and the one that I go to now is co-ed, and it's a lot more diverse. I don't get bullied anymore, and I've made a lot of new friends. Things have actually gotten better."
"I agree. Thanks to this show, I can finally talk to people," Zeferino agreed. "I can't go through a single lunch break without some girl coming up asking me for my autograph."
"Did you sign them?" Hadi asked curiously.
"I said no, but then my friend Rui made a bet with me that I couldn't write my name 100 times faster than him (I won by the way), and then he took the sheet, cut it up, and then he sold them to girls in our school. He made 500 euros."
"I wish things had gotten better for me," Dani sighed. "Thanks to me feeding Adrijana, the popular girls in my school are even meaner to me."
"Have you tried apologizing to her?" Zeferino asked.
"I haven't found a good time. I'll do it as soon as I can," Dani replied. "We should go back out now."
"Wait, we still need to get shoes!" Agnessa exclaimed.
"Black shoes," Finn sighed as he picked a pair off the shelf. "These are just like the ones my principal makes us wear for school."
"Oh, you're Irish. So, do you go to one of those Catholic schools?" Pavils asked, as he tied his laces.
"Yeah. It sucks, but you get used to it after 10 years," Finn shrugged. "You seemed like a huge douche-bag last season."
"Yeah, well, I realized what I'd done," Pavils shrugged. "I wish everyone would just forgive me. Though, I suppose this is what I get."
"I'll be your friend," Finn said. "Back home, I have so many friends who are way worse then you."
"You sure you should be saying that an camera?" Pavils asked as he stood back up.
"They'll think I'm only kidding," Finn whispered, before laughing out loud. "Well, I suppose we're done now. Let's go back out."
"Good to see you're all decked out properly," Farmer Bogas commented as he stood before the contestants, who were lined up once again. "Now, I shall bring you all back to my daughter, who should have the first challenge set up by now."
"Which wire?" Intern #3 asked as she held a few wires in her hand.
"That one," Intern #2 told her.
"Which one? What colour?" Intern #3 inquired.
"The black one," Intern #8 said impatiently.
"There's two black ones!" Intern #3 told him.
"Here, let me do it," Intern #2 sighed, and he bent down and plugged one of the wires into a nearby socket.
"OUCH!" he yelled as he received an electric shock.
"Well, at least it works," Intern #3 said brightly, pointing at the large screen which was plugged into the socket.
There was scoreboard on the screen which read –
Adrijana - 0
Agnessa - 0
Aleksander - 0
Alma - 0
Amanda - 0
Anka - 0
Anton - 0
Beni - 0
Berto - 0
Carolyn - 0
Dani - 0
Eloise - 0
Emilia - 0
Estrella - 0
Finn - 0
Hadi - 0
Ilene - 0
Jessie - 0
Johannes - 0
Katerina - 0
Lou- 0
Luko - 0
Marios - 0
Mirzo - 0
Pavils - 0
Petros - 0
Rikard - 0
Sanna - 0
Shay - 0
Stela - 0
Sveda - 0
Symon - 0
Tia - 0
Tyge - 0
Vincen - 0
Zeferino - 0
"Hey, what's this?" Marios asked as Farmer Bogas lead him and the other 35 contestants over.
"Good to see you got changed," Lara commented as she rushed up from her chair and stood before them. "We just got it ready!"
"We!?" Intern #2 protest. "You…"
"That's enough of you!" Lara snapped. "Anyways, here's the first challenge. You guys won't have to do anything – but since you all arrived until now, the 52 contestants of the original seasons of Total Drama have been voting for their favourites of you lot in a Eurovision-style score system.
The top 4 will become the captains of the new teams and will get to pick their players. The person who comes last – on the other hand – will be eliminated instantly and will be forced to become an intern."
"Will they get to watch us on TV when they're eliminated?" Sveda asked, raising her hand.
"Uh…no…they'll have no TV," Lara replied awkwardly.
"Oh," Sveda nodded.
[Confessional:
Sveda (Azerbaijan): Good, because this 'dumb-girl' thing is just a façade. I'm an aspiring psychologist, and it inspires me to watch how other people will reacts to people of different personalities.
I'm going all the way – though I've got to keep alert at all times. No good being cocky all the time – I'm going to succeed where Amanda failed.]
"…the voting is closed as of now!" Lara announced. "Our two staff members, Noah and Dawn, are counting them up as we speak, and the contestants will call us all live via satellite."
[Confessional:
Marios (Greece): This sounds like an interesting first challenge. I think I've a good chance of making the top 4 since I'm the audience favourite, though it is worth remember that the Total Drama cast is a very different demographic from the people who watch the show.
I wonder who's going to go first?
Stela (Romania): I'm gonna leave. Who's going to vote for me?
Berto (San Marino): Will anyone even remember me?
Anton (Poland): I've gracefully accepted my loss already.
Katerina (Macedonia): I'm not sure if I'll make the top 4, but I'm sure I'll be safe. After all, I know someone I can count on for 12 points…]
Adrijana, Lou and Emilia sat on stumps that had been scattered in front of the giant scoreboard, when Marios came over and sat with them.
"Nice sweatervest," Adrijana commented.
"It's not a sweatervest!" Marios protested. "It's a woollen waistcoat."
"It's cute," Adrijana replied, before looking ahead.
"Let's say hello to our first caller!" Lara announced. "Alejandro!"
"¡Hola, mi amor!" Alejandro exclaimed as he appeared on a screen next to the scoreboard. His first votes appeared beside him, and the scoreboard changed accordingly –
7 – Stela
6 – Berto
5 – Dani
4 – Adrijana
3 – Anka
2 – Johannes
1 – Sveda
Most of the contestants whose names were on screen looked satisfied to have votes, but Dani looked rather troubled.
"Why we have given me so many?" she sighed. "Does he think I'm a villain?"
"Oh, I don't think so," Hadi said sympathetically. "He probably er…I don't know how to reply."
"It's okay," Dani replied.
"And now for my top 3," Alejandro continued. "Eight points go to…"
"Eloise!"
Eloise smiled at this, and blew him a kiss.
"Ten points go to…"
"Amanda!"
"What!?" Amanda exclaimed, before quickly adding – "I'm not bad anymore."
"Of course," Sanna said sarcastically.
[Confessional:
Amanda (Sweden): I should have got twelve! Who could he have possibly put above me?]
"And twelve points go to…" Alejandro finished.
"Aleksander!"
Aleksander stuck out his tongue at his blonde-haired rival, who just folded her arms and frowned.
[On location:
Alejandro: What can I say? The kid played a good game. I wish I'd come up with half the stuff that he did. Amanda was good, but I have a lot more respect for someone who actually made the merge.
Also, had I seen through Sveda's façade sooner rather than later, I would have given her much more than one mark. I only gave her a point because she was pretty.]
[Confessional:
Aleksander (Albania): And I'm off like a rocket! I could actually come first if I keep it up!
Stela (Romania): Well, maybe I was wrong.
Berto (San Marino): I didn't see that coming. Maybe I will play another day.]
Aleksander - 12
Amanda - 10
Eloise - 8
Stela - 7
Berto - 6
Dani - 5
Adrijana - 4
Anka - 3
Johannes - 2
Sveda - 1
Agnessa - 0
Alma - 0
Anton - 0
Beni - 0
Carolyn - 0
Emilia - 0
Estrella - 0
Finn - 0
Hadi - 0
Ilene - 0
Jessie - 0
Katerina - 0
Lou- 0
Luko - 0
Marios - 0
Mirzo - 0
Pavils - 0
Petros - 0
Rikard - 0
Sanna - 0
Shay - 0
Symon - 0
Tia - 0
Tyge - 0
Vincen - 0
Zeferino - 0
"One down, a whole load more to go!" Lara exclaimed. "Voter #2 – Amy!"
"What's up, Europe?" the evil twin asked, giving them a wave from her bedroom. "Ugh, your clothes! You're all dressed as bad as my sister."
"You both wear the same thing!" Sanna exclaimed.
"Well, I pull it off way better," Amy commented, folding her arms. "Anyways, here are my votes –"
7 – Pavils
6 – Amanda
5 – Dani
4 – Eloise
3 – Tyge
2 – Zeferino
1 – Ilene
Amanda - 16
Aleksander - 12
Eloise - 12
Dani - 10
Stela - 7
Pavils - 7
Berto - 6
Adrijana - 4
Anka - 3
Tyge - 3
Johannes - 2
Zeferino - 2
Ilene - 1
Sveda - 1
Agnessa - 0
Alma - 0
Anton - 0
Beni - 0
Carolyn - 0
Emilia - 0
Estrella - 0
Finn - 0
Hadi - 0
Jessie - 0
Katerina - 0
Lou- 0
Luko - 0
Marios - 0
Mirzo - 0
Petros - 0
Rikard - 0
Sanna - 0
Shay - 0
Symon - 0
Tia - 0
Vincenz - 0
"Eight points go to…" Amy continued. "Shay!"
Shay flexed his muscles as his name was placed higher on the scoreboard.
"Ten points go to…"
"Finn!"
The Irish guy looked rather surprised by this, but looked satisfied regardless.
[Confessional:
Finn (Ireland): Ten points! I've never seen much of the original show, but she didn't seem very nice. Should I be happy?]
Amanda - 16
Aleksander - 12
Eloise - 12
Dani - 10
Finn - 10
Shay - 8
Pavils - 7
Stela - 7
Berto - 6
Adrijana - 4
Anka - 3
Tyge - 3
Johannes - 2
Zeferino - 2
Ilene - 1
Sveda - 1
Agnessa - 0
Alma - 0
Anton - 0
Beni - 0
Carolyn - 0
Emilia - 0
Estrella - 0
Hadi - 0
Jessie - 0
Katerina - 0
Lou- 0
Luko - 0
Marios - 0
Mirzo - 0
Petros - 0
Rikard - 0
Sanna - 0
Symon - 0
Tia - 0
Vincenz - 0
"And finally…" Amy finished.
"…Beni, 12 points!"
"Hell, yeah!" Beni cheered, springing up.
[On Location:
Amy: [she says dreamily] So hot.]
Amanda - 16
Aleksander - 12
Eloise - 12
Beni - 12
Dani - 10
Finn - 10
Shay - 8
Pavils - 7
Stela - 7
Berto - 6
Adrijana - 4
Anka - 3
Tyge - 3
Johannes - 2
Zeferino - 2
Ilene - 1
Sveda - 1
Agnessa - 0
Alma - 0
Anton - 0
Carolyn - 0
Emilia - 0
Estrella - 0
Hadi - 0
Jessie - 0
Katerina - 0
Lou- 0
Luko - 0
Marios - 0
Mirzo - 0
Petros - 0
Rikard - 0
Sanna - 0
Symon - 0
Tia - 0
Vincenz - 0
[Confessional:
Amanda (Sweden): Yes! I'm leading so far! I have to say, I didn't expect it – though, seriously, Alejandro, you put Aleksander over me?
By the way, I am perfectly fine. I'm just tricking everyone into thinking I'm sorry.
Sanna (Denmark): So far, Amanda, Eloise, Aleksander and Beni look to be the winners, and I have nothing. Beni doesn't too bad from what I've seen of him, but the other three? No.
Oh well, it's still early in this challenge, right?]
Here is an updated list of stereotypes (some are the still the same, but mst of them have been changed/updated since they no longer fit the contestants' personalities) -
Adrijana - Slovenia - The Cynical Goth
Agnessa - Belarus - The Hot Orphan
Aleksander - Aleksander - The Sneaky Chef
Alma - Croatia - The Compassionate Medic
Amanda - Sweden - The Two-Faced Manipulator
Anka - Montenegro - The "Do First, Think Later" Girl
Anton - Poland - The Philosophical Emo
Berto - San Marino - The Strategic Fisherman
Dani - Hungary - The Fingersmith
Eloise - France - The Obnoxious Supermodel
Emilia - Netherlands - The Nerdish Genki Girl
Hadi - Israel - The Computer Geek
Jessie - Italy - The Female Rebel
Johannes - Iceland - The Kind-Hearted Smooth Talker
Katerina - FYR Macedonia - The Patriotic Cat Lover
Lou - Cyprus - The Sarcastic Artist
Luko - Serbia - The Super-Energetic Guy
Marios - Greece - The Eurovision Dork
Mirzo - Bosnia - The Reformed Know-It-All
Pavils - Latvia - The Cheeky Breakdancer
Rikard - Finland - The, Like, Totally Fabulous Homosexual
Sanna - Denmark - The Daring Paraplegic
Shay - Russia - The Body-building Bully
Stela - Romania - The Artful Gambler
Symon - Ukraine - The Chernobyl Child
Tia - Bulgaria - The Level-Headed Punk Rocker
Tyge - Norway - The B-Type Farmer
Zeferino - Portugal - The Romantic Guitarist
Here are the eight new cast members -
Beni - Moldova - The Hot Weirdo
Carolyn - United Kingdom - The Cheerful Vlogger
Finn - Ireland - The Great Craic
Ilene - Belgium - The Shy Singer
Petros - Armenia - The "Trust Nobody" Guy
Sveda - Azerbaijan - The Sneaky Pyschologist
Vincenz - Switzerland - The Peaceful Alpine Dweller
And the two hosts (both from Slovenia)
Lara - The Ugly Duckling
Farmer Bogas - The Angry Farmer
And that's the first part of this premiere episode! This challenge is going to be very long, so it's going to be split into six parts before someone is finally eliminated.
I hope you like this challenge, but if you don't, that's fine too. Please review whatever your opinion.