Premiere: Wawanakwa Acres Home for the deceased

The camera enters through a set of double doors and comes upon a boy standing in a shadowy corner wearing a black hoodie clenching a blood covered machete.

"Good evening faithful veiwers.", says the blond boy whilst his hood slides down lower shadowing all but a grim smile. "Welcome back to the discreet funeral morgue. You know lately I've been rather bored lately, so to cure myself of the dreadful wood-like state I drew up a contract. I gave said contract to the producers of the Total Drama series...and they accepted."

*Calmly slides machete into suitcase along with various personal items.*

"So I am moving to the island to co-host. I'm also allowing a friend of a friend. A friend who will terrorise the new campers at every opportunity. Hehehehehehe! Please welcome Some Random."

*Girl busts through a nearby door.* She has pink eyes pink hair with purple highlights. She wears a black tank top with a skull on it and a pleated gray skirt that reaches her knees. Her feet make a metalic click when they hit the floor. Her boots are large heavy black things with three big buckles going up the body and a two metal talons hanging off the end of each boot. She has a bust size of roughly a B a slim but not anorexic waist and is roughly 5' 3'.

"She's a figment turned reality direct from australia, created in the mind of Invader Hooniemay. She likes telling people off, being rude, insulting everyone, and is known to dress up as a vigilante and kill those that piss her off."

"WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE!"

"Calm down S.R. we have a llong flight to get to Canada and I don't want you murdering the pilots on the way...unless you know how to fly a plane."

"Well at least tell me where we're going you scrawny weirdo."

"We're headed for the origional island that total drama island was shot on. After the show it was bought up by a local church who turned it into a graveyard. The church sold it back to the producers for half the price they paid and we have a place to hold the new competition."

"Guess it pays to be a friggin christian huh."

"She's just cranky because she's atheist...and they didn't have her favorite soda on the plane."

"Damn moronic airline. If I want a POOP they better get me a damn POOP!"

"And it didn't make things any better when they brought back a can with poop in it."

"Why would I want shit in a can."

"Alright we have to cool it with the language if we want to be able to give it a teen rating, so enough with that."

"Well let's get going then."

"See ya on the set everyone."

*Camera switches to normal programming and chris McLean, Chef, The sikeokilla, and some random are all shwon standing on a beach covered in headstones and grave plots.*

"We're coming at you live from Wawanakwa Acres. A serene little hellhole filled with the dead, the not so dead, and a couple demons."

"A couple?", Some Random said in a tone that made even Chris and Chef flinch.

"Okay Okay alot. Sheesh what's with her."

The sikeokilla looked at chris "It was a LONG flight. Followed by an untimely landing." He glared at Some Random.

"That wasn't me."

"He was killed with an invader zim ink pen and his chest had the words 'Zimmy lives' carved into it."

"Alright fine it WAS me. But he said Invader Zim was stupid." She pouted.

The sikeokilla's hand touched her shoulder. "You did the right thing."

Chef's voice broke the moment of Vasquez fanship, "Can we get on with this already."

The sikeokilla steps towards the screen "Alright I've seen about how well this works before...it doesn't but I still wanna try it. So if you have a character Idea sen them to me. Review, IM, email, facebook, I don't care just make the deadline. That is next saturday. 22 corpses (yeah that's what we're calling them) need to be brought in for this new season and I plan on adding at least a couple of my own."

Some Random get's up in the screen. "Do it or I WILL find you."

AN:

R&R

My face book account is under the name of Edward Willford Cainam

Get those character's in people. They don't have to be human or normal and they all have a shot at winning the mill

Hurrriedly yours

The sikeokilla