A/N: Well would you look at that? A new season already! This season's got 26 contestants in it, which is even more than last season's! Hopefully they make good first impressions on you.
The setting is an island which seems divided into two halves: one half a thick forest, the other, a summer camp. There is also a noticeable tall cliff off to the side, and a wooden dock in front.
Standing on said dock is a man in his thirties with mid-length black hair and a pearly white smile.
"Welcome to our next exciting season of Total Drama!" the man greeted. "I, as you likely already know, am Chris McLean, back for another season of Total Drama mayhem! And welcome... to Neo Wawanakwa!"
Chris paused for effect.
"As it turns out, the fans weren't too happy when their dearly beloved location of the first season got destroyed in our all-stars finale," Chris explained. "Of course, they probably wouldn't be nearly as bummed if they were actual contestants, but I digress. Some of our wealthier fans chipped in and managed to commission an exact replica of the old island, down to some pretty frightening level of detail. I'm serious. I don't even want to know how they know what some parts of the island looked like."
"Oh! And I'm here too!" a girl to Chris's right said with a wave to the camera. She had bottom-length dyed-blonde hair and big blue eyes.
"Right..." Chris said awkwardly. "You see, the producers feel like I've been 'too harsh' on the contestants in the past few seasons." Chris added air quotes when he said 'too harsh'. "So, they got one of the old contestants to keep an eye on me."
"Hey everyone! It's me, Lindsay!" Lindsay beamed.
"They said something about her being a fan favorite and really nice... and a lot better looking than other nice fan faves like Brick or Harold," Chris chuckled.
"Hey, that's mean," Lindsay pouted.
"So? Neither of them are here to hear me," Chris said.
Lindsay took a remote control out of her pocket and pressed the red button on it, prompting Chris to spasm for a short period of time.
"I got Chris a shock collar thingy, so I can punish him if I feel like he misbehaves," Lindsay said with a sweet smile.
"On the contingency that I am still allowed the usual level of snark and joking that I got away with on earlier seasons," Chris added angrily. "Now what was overly cruel about what I'd just said?"
"Well, um, Harold is my friend," Lindsay frowned.
"Ah ah ah. No playing favorites," Chris said with a scolding wag of his finger. "You're on the host team now. No favoritism. Not that Harold will be on this season anyway." Chris turned to the camera. "Ah, right, that reminds me. This season, we've got 26 brand-new contestants just waiting to be introduced to the world. Conveniently enough, all of their names begin with a different letter of the alphabet. Why would we do that? ...When we accepted the X guy, things just went on a roll from there. Anyway, I'm sure you're dying to meet these contestants, so let's go meet them. On Total! Drama! ALPHA PARTY!"
We now follow a yacht on its way to Neo Wawanakwa. The first contestant we see is a black young man with square glasses and a soul patch. His dark brown hair was in dreadlocks and pulled back into a ponytail. He wore a dark purple polo shirt, khaki pants that were rolled up once, and grey shoes with tan soles. He is standing at the bow of the boat.
"In just a few short minutes, I'll be starting my journey on Total Drama," the boy told himself with a smile. "I suppose I should be giddy now while I still can."
"Hellooo, everybodyyy!" came a loud voice from behind the dreadlocked fellow. The voice revealed itself to come from a white young man with short brown hair and brown eyes to match. He wore a kelly green shirt with a green mushroom design on the back, khaki shorts, and brown sneakers with white socks. "Can you guys even believe it? It's time for my blind Let's Play of Total Drama! Let's get it in!"
"Who, are you talking to?" the first boy asked.
"The camera," the second boy said confidently. "My viewers are expecting me to stand out in this game, so that's what I'm gonna do, man."
"Sorry, but, your 'viewers'?" the first boy asked, confused.
"Aw, don't tell me you don't recognize me," the second boy said, slightly disappointed.
"Can't say I do," the first boy said honestly.
"Well, I don't blame you. It's not often I'm in front of the camera," the second boy chuckled. "I'm Lester, of Super Awesome Bros. The hottest new LP channel to hit YouTube."
"I'm Phoenix," Phoenix introduced himself. "You may recognize me from my guest appearance last season."
"No chance, man," Lester said. "Like I said, this is a blind LP. I've never watched a second of Total Drama in my life."
"I'm sure this all makes sense to your... viewers... but I'm afraid I'm lost," Phoenix said. "Perhaps you could explain it later once we arrive on the island."
"It's all good, man. I can deal," Lester said coolly. "I'm gonna go grind some support ranks if you know what I mean. See you later, man!"
As Lester left, Phoenix shook his head.
"He won't last a second in this game," Phoenix said to himself. "Not only is he new to Total Drama, but he seems very emotion-driven. I'll give him three episodes, tops."
Inside the yacht was a black girl who looked out a window at the incoming island. Her dark hair was dyed with streaks of purple, and she wore a big blue bow in her hair. Her outfit consisted entirely of a strapless dress which was three different shades of pink.
"I can't believe it. I'm already one step closer to that designer shopping spree," the girl said excitedly. "And who knows? Maybe I'll help some poor lost souls along the way. Eh, what am I saying? Of course I will. This show attracts all kind of freaks."
"BOO!" came a loud voice from behind the girl, who jumped and squealed in response.
The girl turned around to see a second girl laughing maniacally. This new girl was of Polynesian descent and had freckles on her face. Her hair was fully dyed purple and put back into a ponytail. She wore a black T-shirt with a Jack Skellington design on it, orange fingerless gloves that went all the way up to her elbows, dark baggy jeans, and black combat boots.
"My point exactly!" the first girl said.
"Aw man. You reaction was priceless," the second girl cackled. "Hey, no hard feelings, right?"
"No hard feelings? No hard feelings?!" the first girl asked. "Not only do you sneak up behind me and scare me, and not only do you act like it was nothing at all, but you're doing it all dressed like that! I should think there would be at least seven hard feelings!"
"Hey, it's all good. All in the spirit of Halloween," the second girl giggled.
"It's July!" the first girl pointed out.
"Maybe, but who says the fun of Halloween can't last all year?" the second girl said. "I'm Ursula, by the way."
"Good. Now I know which name I'll be saying when it comes time to vote," the first girl pouted. "But, in the spirit of politeness and common decency, I'll tell you my name as well. I am Bijou."
"Pleased to freak you," Ursula said with an amused grin. "Boo!"
This caused Bijou to jump again. Ursula chuckled to herself as she walked away.
"I will not forget this!" Bijou swore. "And for crying out loud, those gloves don't go with the rest of your ensemble at all!"
From the other end of the room sat an overweight white girl with rectangular glasses and boyishly-short, dusty-blonde hair. She wore a white, long-sleeved button-up shirt, red shorts, and sandals. She looked at Bijou and Ursula in condescending amusement.
"The game hasn't even started yet, and already we've got a conflict on our hands," the girl told herself. "And already I have myself an option: I could exploit it to gain a loyal ally, or I could try to patch it up and potentially gain two probably-not-as-loyal allies. We'll see which is best for me later on. I know I'll make the right decision. I'm not student body president at Taft High for nothing."
"Excuse me, but did I just hear you intended to take on a leadership role?" came a voice from next to the girl.
"Why yes, I did, and-" the girl paused as she got a look at the owner of the voice.
This contestant was a tubby young man with blond hair which was styled like a powdered wig, as well as a moustache and soul patch to match. He wore a red-and-gold crown upon his head, as well as a purple long-sleeved shirt, faded brown pants, brown shoes, and a maroon cape with a red gemstone brooch. He also carried a scepter with a red gemstone at the end.
"...And who might you be?" the girl asked.
"I am Warwick, future king of my own country!" Warwick declared. "I, er, I haven't chosen a name for it yet. Too many good options, you know. But, er, I shall use this game as a means to practice my rule! Now! Bow before your king!"
The girl gave an amused scoff.
"See, that's not going to work," she said. "If you want people to listen to you, you need to prove to yourself that you're worth listening too. Going around and shouting like a moron isn't going to accomplish that."
"You dare defy me?!" Warwick asked, taken aback.
"No, it seems like you're daring to defy me," the girl said intimidatingly. "Now listen here. My name is Kelsey. I will be in charge of my teammates. If you end up on my team, you can kiss your hopes of ruling anything goodbye. Do I make myself clear?"
"Heh... whatever. I mean, er, you will rue the day you challenged King Warwick the First!" Warwick declared uncertainly.
"I've been promised that I will rue many days," Kelsey said. "And somehow I don't see you going through with that promise either."
Back outside, a tall, well-built young man leaned casually against the window next to Kelsey and Warwick. He had a dark tan cowboy hat over his long orange hair. he wore a white T-shirt, red suspenders, blue jeans, and brown cowboy boots. He idly chewed on what looked to be a popsicle stick.
"Still can't believe they really let me on," the young man said, a country accent evident in his voice. "Winnin' that money would be great for my future, so I'm gonna make the most of my time out here."
All of a sudden, someone else crashed into him, causing the both of them to fall over. As Vardaman gathered his bearings, he took notice of who it was. This contestant was a girl with messy blonde hair under a green-and-white cap who had a bandage on her right cheek. She wore a sky blue jacket over a white shirt, black shorts, and orange roller skates.
"Whoa, what'd I hit now?" the girl asked herself. Then she noticed just what - or who - it was. "Oh no no no! I'm so sorry!" she apologized.
"Aw, think nothin' of it," the boy said as he stood up. He offered his hand to the girl to help her up, which she accepted.
"It's just, I only recently got these skates, so I'm not very good with them," the girl admitted.
"Why not take them off until you can practice somewhere safer?" the boy asked.
"No way am I taking these off," the girl said defiantly. "Ever since I was a little girl, I've wanted a pair of roller skates of my very own. And now I've finally bought them. I'm keeping these babies on, for better or for worse."
"Well, if you find yourself injured, don't be afraid to come find me," the boy said. "Vardaman's the name, and I'm fixin' to be a doctor someday."
"Whoa, really?" the girl asked, impressed. "I never would have guessed."
"I get that a lot. Probably 'cause of the accent," Vardaman admitted. "This stick I'm chewin' on is actually a tongue depressor. So what's your name?"
"Oh! I'm Naomi," Naomi said. "Pleased to meet you, uh... V."
"Heh. Vardaman's not a common name, I'll admit," Vardaman chuckled. "Take your time. You have all summer to learn it."
"I will! Mark my words!" Naomi promised as she skated off in another direction.
"That's girl's somethin' else, alright," Vardaman chuckled in amusement.
In the deck below Vardaman and Naomi, a rather muscular girl performed chin-ups on a pipe that came just below the ceiling. She was of Native American descent and had her black hair pulled back into a single braid. She wore a dark orange tank top, blue jeans, dark turquoise sneakers, and white bandages around her wrists.
"Twenty-nine... thirty... thirty-one..." the girl counted as she completed each chin-up.
"I mean, I'm no expert on exercise or anything, but aren't you supposed to save your energy for challenges and stuff?" asked a second girl, who sat at a nearby table, reading a book. This girl had pale white skin and neat, shoulder-length black hair. She wore a white blouse, a goldenrod skirt, and sandals.
"The challenge... won't be... for a while..." the first girl said between reps. "I'll have... time... to recharge... between now... and then..." She then dropped to the floor. "And now you've made me lose count."
"Sorry to ruin your life or whatever," the second girl said disinterestedly.
"You seem like you've never exercised a day in your life," the first girl noted.
"I try to avoid it whenever possible, yes," the second girl responded.
"Why would you do that?" the first girl asked.
"I'm anemic," the second girl said. "Exercise and I don't get along. Not even on Easter."
"Anemic? That's an odd name," the first girl said.
"What? No. Anemia is a condition in which one has a deficiency of red blood cells, oftentimes making those afflicted feel exhausted, dizzy, or lightheaded even without exercise," the second girl explained matter-of-factly. "My name is actually Isidora."
"I still think it's weird," the first girl said bluntly.
"It's Italian," Isidora said, annoyed. "And what's your name exactly?"
"I was born Victoria, but for the sake of this game, I'll be known as Tori," Tori answered.
"...Shoot, yeah, mine is weirder than yours," Isidora admitted. "But yeah, don't let me hold you back from becoming the world's strongest woman or whatever. Just don't expect me to compete with you for that title."
"I won't," Tori said as she grabbed back onto the pipe to continue her chin-ups.
In the next room over, a young lady sang on a karaoke machine. This girl was of Asian descent and had short hair dyed yellow and teal. She wore grey headphones with black lightning bolt patterns on the ears and also had a black lightning bolt painted below her right eye. Her outfit was a fuku sailor uniform with a yellow shirt and socks, a black skirt and shoes, and a teal neckerchief.
Her singing was interrupted when someone unplugged the karaoke machine. This contestant was a white young man with shaggy crimson hair that fell over his left eye. He wore a brown hoodie, rolled-up jeans, and black sneakers with gold soles.
"Nani?" the girl said with a Japanese accent. "Hey! Why did you do that?"
"Because shut up," the boy responded rudely.
"That's not very nice," the girl said, both sad and confused.
"Well good. I don't want to be nice." the boy said defiantly.
"Why not?" the girl asked curiously.
"It's none of your business why not!" the boy said defensively. "Also, shut up."
"Well, I don't think I like you very much," the girl frowned.
"Heh. Sure you don't," the boy scoffed.
"Do you even know who I am?" the girl asked angrily.
"Why would I know that? We're all just meeting for the first time, artard," the boy responded.
"I'm Stormy~," Stormy~ said.
"Look, Stormy, I don't-"
"Nonononono. It's Stormy~. Say it with me," Stormy~ said.
"What's the difference?!" the boy shouted.
"The tilde at the end of course," Stormy~ said. "And I'll have you know I'm a big pop star in Japan."
"Yeah, yeah, sure you are," the boy said dismissively. "I'm Hugh, by the way. Oh, but don't forget the dollar sign I put at the end of it. It's very important."
Hugh sniggered as he walked away with his hands in his hoodie pockets.
In another part of the yacht, a white, muscular young man walked through a hallway. He had short black hair with silver-frosted tips, a black hoodie with the sleeves torn off, jeans, and grey shoes.
As he turned a corner, he accidentally bumped into somebody.
"Oops, didn't see you there," the young man apologized.
"Oh, I'm sure you didn't," the new contestant, a girl, said. "After all, it is a dark hallway."
The girl was black, and her dark, shoulder-length hair was held back by an orange hairband. Her outfit was a blue T-shirt with a white lowercase T design on it, red sweatpants, and dark brown sneakers.
"It was honestly only because of the corner," the boy explained.
"Oh, don't try to justify yourself," the girl said, annoyed. "You whities are all the same."
"E-Excuse me?" the boy asked, shocked.
"Oh, sure, when you say something racist about a person of color, it's okay, but when I make one observation about white people, all of a sudden it's the end of the world," the girl scoffed.
"I'm not racist," the boy said warily. "My name's Ephraim. I'm a bouncer at a local nightclub back home. If anything, I'm against conflict. It's in the job description."
"Did I ask for your life story?" the girl asked rudely.
"Could you at least tell me your name?" Ephraim asked.
"Fauna," the girl said simply.
"Really? I would have thought it'd begin with a T, based on your shirt," Ephraim said.
"This T is to signify Tumblr, you white scum!" Fauna shouted.
"Please stop bringing race into this," Ephraim sighed.
"Oh, so all of a sudden I'm the bad guy because I'm calling you out on your flaws?" Fauna sneered. "I see how it is."
"I'm leaving now," Ephraim said as he turned around and left.
"Yeah, go cry your white tears, honky!" Fauna scoffed.
Outside, on a lower deck, a girl sat at a table, taking in the sea breeze. She was of Hispanic descent and wore oval-shaped glasses on her face. Her dark brown hair was in a bob cut, and her outfit consisted of a purple shirt with an orange letter G design, light blue jeans, and pink sneakers with lighter pink soles.
The girl could only smile to herself as she inhaled the salty scent of the sea.
"Well hello there," a voice said as someone entered the scene. "Fancy seeing you here."
This new contestant was a white boy who also wore oval glasses. His black hair was short, and he also had a moustache on his face and a few hairs on his chin. He wore a mud-brown T-shirt over a long-sleeved white shirt, dark blue khaki pants, and sandals.
"My name is Osric. Pleasure to meet you," Osric greeted as he sat down next to the girl.
The girl took her cell phone out of her pocket and began typing something into it.
"I introduced myself. I wish you'd at least extend the courtesy back to me," Osric frowned.
"Hello. My name is Genesis," the phone said. "You'll have to excuse me, but I am mute, and this phone is my only means of communication. I 'speak' with a text-to-speech app. I hope that won't be a problem."
"Oh my. My apologies for being so presumptuous," Osric said.
"It is no issue," Genesis texted with a friendly smile. "I am pleased to meet you as well."
"Hey, I know the game hasn't started yet, but, uh, how'd you like to be in an alliance with me?" Osric asked.
"So soon?" Genesis texted with a surprised look on her face. "I suppose having security early in the game is never a bad thing. But what if we end up on different teams?"
"Then we can work together once we both make the merge," Osric said. "Come on, what do you say?"
"You seem like a smart and confident guy," Genesis texted as she smiled. "I'd be happy to be in an alliance with you."
"Score!" Osric said with a fist pump. "Er, that is to say, thank you. I look forward to working with you in this game."
"Likewise," Genesis texted as she nodded.
Back inside the yacht was a well-toned white boy with short blond hair that spiked up at the hairline. He wore an orange-and-gold American football jersey with a number 5 design on it as well as gold shorts, orange-and-gold sneakers, and black socks that went halfway up his calves.
"I'll show them... I'll show them all," he muttered to himself.
"Heyyyyyyy!" went a second boy as he approached the footballer. "How are you doing, cutie?"
This boy was white and had quaffed, platinum-blond hair. He wore a red-and-white striped shirt, dark khaki pants, and bright pink sandals.
"Save it. I'm not interested," the first boy said gruffly.
"Really? My gaydar must be off today," the second boy said as he knocked on his head.
"You misunderstand. I am gay," the first boy clarified. "But I'm not interested."
"Flamers aren't your type, huh?" the second boy asked.
"They are," the first boy said with a slight blush. "But I'm not here to hook up. I'm here to win. I'm here to prove that my sexuality doesn't make me any weaker of a person."
"Right on!" the second boy cheered. "I'm Jasper, by the way."
"Mondo," the first boy introduced. "Nice to see there's someone else in the LGBT community at the very least. Even if you are a bit cliched."
"Ooh, do I sense some shade from my brand new friend?" Jasper asked playfully.
"Perhaps," Mondo smirked. "But yeah. Don't expect us to form anything more than friendship in this game."
"Oh, no, I more than understand," Jasper said. "See you around, cutie," he said with a wink as he walked off.
"And please don't flirt with me," Mondo said in a serious tone.
"Ooh. Alright. I see," Jasper said. As he turned his back to Mondo, he snickered darkly to himself. "Idiot."
Up on the roof of the topmost deck of the yacht was a young man of Indian descent with styled brown hair. He wore a yellow jacket over a black shirt as well as jean shorts and black sneakers.
"Whoa, look at the seagulls," the boy commented to himself. "I wonder if they're here to wish me good luck. Thank you, seagulls!"
"You weird," came a voice from behind him, one which spoke in an Israeli accent. The boy turned around to see a girl of Arabic descent with messy, black, bottom-length hair. Her clothes were beige, dirty, and torn, and she wore no shoes. "Why you talk bird?"
"I like birds," the boy said. "I've always thought flying would be really cool, and birds really seem to like me. We get along, birds and I."
"You need use less word," the girl said. "English not good."
"Oh. Sorry," the boy apologized. "I'm Quentin." He gave the girl a handshake.
"My name Dalit," the girl said. "I slave to rich man in Israel. But no more. I win game. I be rich. I have slave! I be in charge!"
"Wouldn't having slaves make you just as bad as your owner though?" Quentin inquired, his head tilted to the side. "Then again, morality is pretty subjective. Another reason why I like birds. They don't worry about right or wrong. They can poop anywhere they want, and that's okay."
"You talk too much," Dalit said. "Bird are food for rich man. That why bird."
"Well, you have your views and I have mine," Quentin shrugged. "I figure as long as we can all get along, differences in opinion are fine. There's joy in diversity, right?"
"You talk big word," Dalit said as she made a face. "I leave. Talk to other person who talk small word for me."
"Well, good luck," Quentin said with a friendly smile as he waved goodbye. He then returned his gaze to the sky. "Aw... where'd the gulls go? Oh well. I'm sure I'll see more on the island itself."
There was a bar on the middle deck of the yacht, and a short white girl sat there. Her orange hair was in a ponytail and had yellow barrettes in it. She wore a pink spaghetti strap top, green shorts, and red espadrille shoes with white soles. She sipped on a juice box contently.
"This is really good," the girl commented. "Thanks, barkeep."
"No problem," said the girl running the bar, who was actually around the same age as the first girl. She was black, and her dark hair was in a bun. She wore a long-sleeved yellow shirt, a pink skirt that reached down to her ankles, and faded brown shoes. "I'm no stranger to serving food and drink to people. Even if it is pre-packaged."
"Oh, hey," the first girl suddenly realized. "You're Yolonda, from last season, aren't you?"
"I am," Yolonda confirmed. "I'm actually going to be a contestant in this season."
"Whoa, really?" the first girl realized. "That's so cool. I'm Cordelia. Want to be friends?"
"Oh, uh, sure," Yolonda said, taken aback a bit.
"Cool. I've already made my first friend in the game, and she's a bit of a celebrity," Cordelia beamed. "I'm going to make so many friends in this game. That's my goal."
"Well, it's never a bad thing to have friends in the game," Yolonda said. "But I'd be careful if I were you. Some people are gonna try and take advantage of your friendship."
"Like David?" Cordelia asked innocently.
"What? No. I'm over that," Yolonda said truthfully. "But I have seen the game firsthand. People can and will backstab you if they think it'll help them win."
Cordelia giggled. "You're funny," she said.
"I... wasn't trying to be, but okay," Yolonda said, somewhat confused.
"Can I get another juice box?" Cordelia asked. "You know, for a friend?"
"Sure," Yolonda complied as she handed Cordelia another juice box.
"This game's going to be so much fun," Cordelia beamed.
Behind the bar was a kitchen, and in the kitchen was a young man, this one of Asian descent. He had yellow eyes and shoulder-length silver hair which seemed to defy gravity on its own. The only clothing that could be seen on him was a crimson hooded robe. He was arranging some sandwich ingredients.
"Yes... yes... YES!" the boy declared. "I am close! Close to divination!"
"Do tell," said another young man as he entered the kitchen. He was or Arabic descent and had back-length black hair as well as a goatee that reached down to his collarbone. He wore a dark-green, long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and red sneakers. "You wouldn't happen to be a wizard, would you?" he asked.
"Do you not know who I am, mortal?!" the first boy scoffed. "I am a messenger from the gods themselves! Sent into the world of the temporary to bestow upon thee the knowledge granted to me! I am the worthy surrogate of the unholy lords that dwell in the afterlife! I am Xingrong, Master of Sandwiches! And you dare to compare me to a common everyday showman whose simple parlor tricks wouldn't impress the most juvenile of titans?! Thou asinus balbus!"
"Just asking," the second boy said simply. He procured a Fushigi ball from his sleeve and began to play with it. "I'm a street magician by trade, and I was hoping to have found a kindred spirit. I am known as The Great Zarardo, but just Zarardo is fine."
"You think that a simple childrens' toy will impress anyone?!" Xingrong scoffed. "I am the greatest Wichmaster to ever walk the face of the earth! The sandwiches I create border on being simply too delicious for the human taste buds to comprehend!"
"Just doing what I can to make money," Zarardo said. "You'd be surprised how many people find the kind of things I do impressive." He reached behind Xingrong's ear and pulled a piece of olive loaf from behind it. He then took a bite of it.
"Feh! I could do that if I truly wanted to!" Xingrong insisted. "But I'd rather not lower myself to such mortal standards! Now leave me be! The gods themselves were about to inform me which new flavors would go excellently with mayonnaise!"
"How about wasabi?" Zarardo suggested.
Xingrong looked as if he'd reached an epiphany. "That's it! Did the gods speak with you as well?! Are you among us unholy angels?!"
"Nope. Just your average everyday street magician," Zarardo said in faux humility as he walked off.
Down in the cargo hold of the yacht, a girl paced back and forth, rubbing her hands together nervously. She was of Asian descent and her brown hair went just past her chin. She wore a zipped-up blue jacket, dark khaki shorts, and sandals.
"Oh, I'm not sure about this," the girl said to herself. "I know I can be a coward, but there are less dangerous ways of fixing that. Why did Daddy have to apply me for this show? Why couldn't he do that thing from A Clockwork Orange?"
"Enjoying the calm before the storm?" asked someone as they appeared to the girl's right, leaning against a cargo crate casually. He had shaggy orange hair and a chin strap beard, as well as sunglasses on his face. He wore a grey polo tee with a lighter grey shield design on it, faded jeans, and grey sneakers with white soles. He also smoked a cigar, prompting the girl to cough.
"I guess you could say that," the girl said. "I'm just really nervous. I'm going to get really hurt out here, I can feel it."
"It's possible," the boy said. "Who knows what the author has planned for you? You could go far, you could go early, you could win, you could go first... it all depends on your potential, Amelie."
"Well, um, but... How did know my name?!" Amelie asked, now frightened.
"Oh, uh, lucky guess. It's not like I'm the author inserting himself into the story or anything. That'd be ridiculous," the boy said with a suspicious smile. "My name's, uh, Ronoc. Yeah." Ronoc took another puff of his cigar.
"Ronoc? I can't say I've heard that name before," Amelie said tentatively.
"It's foreign," Ronoc insisted. "Also, you realize that Ludovico Method was shown negatively in that film, right? Even if it took away Alex's violent tendencies, it was essentially brainwashing, and that's not cool."
"I... don't know what you're talking about," Amelie said, weirded out.
"Right, you haven't actually seen A Clockwork Orange," Ronoc said. "I, er, I mean the author just made you say you had because he likes it. Some authors do that. I wouldn't recommend doing that, personally, if you ever get into writing. Not all characters have to enjoy the same things you like, after all. You wouldn't like that movie, trust me." Ronoc took another puff of his cigar.
"You keep mentioning an author making me do things. What do you mean?" Amelie asked.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Ronoc said. "Trust me."
"I don't want to be controlled by someone I don't even know," Amelie whimpered.
The yacht pulled up on the dock where Chris and Lindsay stood and let down its ramp.
"At last, the contestants have arrived!" Chris announced. He took a megaphone and spoke into it. "Alright, campers! When I call your name, come join us on the dock! Amelie!"
Amelie carefully walked down the ramp and onto the dock.
"So far so good... for now," Amelie whimpered.
"Bijou!" Chris called.
Bijou gracefully walked down the ramp.
"I am ready to get this game on the road," Bijou said confidently.
"Cordelia!" Chris called.
Cordelia excitedly skipped down the ramp.
"Hey, gals," Cordelia greeted Amelie and Bijou. "Want to be friends?"
"Not with a girl who thinks barrettes are a good idea," Bijou said.
"Dalit!" Chris called.
Dalit walked down the ramp.
"I hear name. Time start?" Dalit asked impatiently.
"Ephraim!" Chris called.
Ephraim made his way down the ramp.
"Here and ready to play," Ephraim said with a nod.
"Fauna!"
Fauna came down the ramp. She took notice of Bijou.
"You cast more than one black person? I'm legitimately surprised," Fauna commented. She approached Bijou. "Sisters gotta stick together, right?"
"Not on your life, Sweatpants," Bijou scoffed.
"Genesis!" Chris called.
Genesis walked down the ramp as she typed something into her phone.
"I can't wait to start," Genesis texted.
"Hugh!" Chris called.
Hugh stomped as loudly as he could down the ramp.
"Be quiet!" Dalit shouted.
"Shut up and make me," Hugh sniggered.
"Isidora!" Chris called.
Isidora slowly walked down the ramp, not taking her eyes off her book. She marked her book with the cover flap and shut it.
"Let's do this," Isidora said unenthusiastically.
"Jasper!" Chris called.
Jasper sauntered down the ramp.
"Ready to get it in! In more ways than one if you know what I mean," Jasper said with a giggle.
"Kelsey!" Chris called.
Kelsey confidently walked down the ramp.
"Let the game commence," Kelsey said with a smirk as she adjusted her glasses.
"Lester!" Chris called.
Lester walked down the ramp, speaking as he did.
"Hellooo, everybodyyy! I'm Lester Jay, and welcome back to my blind Let's Play of Total Drama. Already we've got some of the competition out here, and they're looking-"
"Mondo!" Chris called.
"And then Chris just goes and interrupts me. Dead freaking rude if you ask me," Lester continued.
"Seriously, can it Lester," Chris said, annoyed.
Mondo made his way down the ramp.
"Time to prove myself," Mondo said to himself.
"Naomi!" Chris called.
Naomi skated quickly down the ramp, launching herself into Hugh and knocking the two over.
"Oops. Sorry," Naomi said in a ditzy manner.
"You can apologize by sucking my-" Hugh started.
"Osric!" Chris called.
"See? Totally rude, am I right?" Lester commented to Hugh as he and Naomi stood back up. "I think Chris could use an arrow to the knee."
"That joke is older than Chris is," Hugh spat.
Osric walked down the ramp.
"I'm liking the look of these people already," Osric said with a grin. "I can't wait to work with some of you."
"Phoenix!" Chris called.
Phoenix emotionlessly walked down the ramp.
"I'm ready as soon as you are," Phoenix stated.
"Quentin!" Chris called.
Quentin airly walked down the ramp, looking at the sky.
"Are there any birds on this island?" Quentin asked. "Just curious, is all."
"Ronoc!" Chris called.
Ronoc walked down the ramp, puffing on his cigar.
"I've always wanted to play this game. Let's see how well I do," Ronoc said. "Like I don't already know. ...Which I don't. Because I'm not the author."
"Whatever, dude," Chris said. "Stormy~!"
Stormy~ ran down the ramp excitedly.
"I'm soooooo excited!" Stormy~ cheered.
"Tori!" Chris called.
Tori lumbered down the ramp.
"I'm ready," Tori said as she cracked her knuckles.
"Ursula!" Chris called.
"BOO!" shouted Ursula from behind Chris.
"Gahhh!" Chris jumped. "Where did you come from?"
"I hid behind Tori as she came down," Ursula chuckled. "Totally worth it."
"We should get her a shock collar," Chris remarked to Lindsay.
Lindsay only shrugged in response.
"Anyway... Vardaman!" Chris called.
Vardaman came down the ramp.
"Afternoon. Nice to meet all y'all," Vardaman greeted with a tip of his hat.
"Warwick!" Chris called.
Warwick confidently walked down the ramp.
"Your king has arrived!" Warwick declared. "You may bow now!"
"Xingrong!" Chris called.
Xingrong came down the ramp mirthfully.
"Did I mishear, or does one of these mortals fancy himself a king?!" Xingrong scoffed. "How humorous!"
"I am the king!" Warwick insisted. "I'll show you!"
"Yolonda!" Chris called.
Yolonda made her way down the ramp.
"Let's get this on," Yolonda said readily.
"And... Zarardo!" Chris called.
Zarardo walked down the ramp, still playing with his Fushigi ball.
"I'm the last one, right?" Zarardo asked. "Nice."
"Indeed you are, Zarardo," Chris confirmed. "Now then. Welcome to Neo Wawanakwa! Let's get you settled into your cabins before we start the game itself, shall we?" Chris gestured towards the two cabins near the front of the island as he led the twenty-six teenagers into the camp. "Boys get the west cabin, while girls get the east. You have ten minutes."
The boys entered their cabin to find that the wall which separated it into two rooms had not been included in these cabins.
"Looks like we're all sharing the same cabin all season," Phoenix noted.
"That makes sense," Zarardo nodded. "We haven't even been split into teams yet. We can't really have our cabins based on our teams if said teams don't exist."
"So, sadly, no girls on the other side of the room," Osric chuckled.
"At any rate, there are seven bunks," Mondo pointed out. "Enough for all thirteen of us."
"Who's going to get the single bunk, though?" Quentin asked curiously.
"I shall claim that bunk for myself!" Warwick declared. "As king, I deserve to sleep alone and with no chance of a snoring bunkmate!"
"If any of us snore, we'll all hear it, artard," Hugh pointed out.
"Ha! Besides!" Xingrong laughed dismissively. "I am an unholy angel of the dark gods themselves, sent to bestow upon you mortals the most valuable knowledge there could be! If anyone deserves the special bunk, it is I!"
"As long as there are cute boys in here, I don't care who sleeps where," Jasper said cheekily.
"I'll sleep in the lone bunk," Ephraim decided.
"Who died an made you king?" Warwick asked.
"If you two can't decide who gets it, then I think it stands to reason that neither of you should get it," Ephraim said. "As soon as one of us leaves, you both can sleep with no bunkmate."
"But then it wouldn't be special anymore," Warwick pouted.
"You claim to be a king, but you act like a boy!" Xingrong laughed. "You aren't worthy to rule the week-old leftover sandwiches in a homeless shelter!"
"And already we're seeing some conflict between king guy and sandwich guy," Lester said to the camera. "Wish I could remember their names, but they don't appear in the text boxes... mostly because this is real life and there are no text boxes. Whatever. No skin off my nose. If anything it keeps me from being a target. Score one for Lester."
"Who are you talkin' to?" Vardaman asked curiously.
"And why are you pointing out that you're not a target? That's just a bad idea," Ronoc added.
"Man, look at these people thinking they know what they're doing," Lester continued speaking to the camera as he gestured at Vardaman and Ronoc. "They don't even know they're only NPCs. NPCs never say anything important."
"You really should pay no attention to anything I say," Ronoc agreed.
"I'll... keep that in mind," Vardaman said, confused by everything going on around him.
Meanwhile, the girls began to unpack in their own cabin.
"Whoa, a whole cabin with just the girls," Cordelia noted. "I christen it the Double X Cabin! Because we all have two X chromosomes. I learned that in Biology."
"Am I not to be included, then?" Tori grunted.
"Oh is there, um, something we should know about you?" Amelie asked carefully.
"I have three X chromosomes," Tori leered.
"Doesn't having an extra chromosome make you retarded or something?" Bijou asked.
"Having a trisomy in certain pairs of chromosomes can lead to conditions such as Down Syndrome or Turner Syndrome, but having three X chromosomes only really makes you taller and makes your cycle kind of weird," Isidora explained matter-of-factly. "There are other symptoms, too, but from the looks of things, most of them don't appear with Tori."
"Well. You learn something new every day," Kelsey remarked. "You're a smart kid. I like that."
"Tch. If I'd told her that, I don't think she'd call me smart," Fauna muttered to Yolonda.
"Why not?" Yolonda asked.
"Because that's how white people are," Fauna said. "It's up to us to get rid of the oppression and-"
"No oppression!" Dalit agreed. "I own slave now!"
"Excuse me?!" Fauna snapped.
"Oh, um, I don't think she knows any better!" Naomi said desperately. "Don't be mad at her. Please."
"Of course you think I'm wrong, just because I'm black!" Fauna accused.
"She's a very strange one," Stormy~ commented to Genesis and Ursula. Genesis nodded in response.
"I'll be sure to scare the sweatpants off her by the time the day's over," Ursula chuckled.
"Please do. Maybe she'll learn to put on some real clothes," Bijou quipped. "And you still need to lose the gloves, I should add."
"But these gloves were given to me by my dead mother..." Ursula said sadly.
"Oh... really?" Bijou asked, concerned.
"Tch. No!" Ursula snickered. "But how awful would you have felt if they were?"
"I'm definitely voting for you whenever possible," Bijou grumbled.
After everyone had unpacked, they all met up with Chris and Lindsay in the main campground.
"Moving on in our tour..." Chris said as he approached an outhouse. "The confessional booth. A staple of Total Drama since the very first season! Why don't you guys all let the audience know what you're thinking right now?
Confessional:
Phoenix: So many people who play this game lose simply because they let their emotions get the better of them. I've decided to leave my emotions at the door and play 100% logically.
Lester: Shoot, I have so much to say about the characters in this game! That Japanese girl with the electric motif is already my new waifu. I'm not denying it. Anyway, Chris said we only had a few seconds each, so I'll talk more about it to you guys la-
Bijou: I consider myself a member of the fashion police, and yes, I am proud of it. People will make judgments on you based on how you dress, therefore, if I tell people how to dress, I'm really helping them. I know what I'm doing.
Ursula: Halloween is my favorite day of the whole year. Scaring people is so much fun, and the dark atmosphere is just the best. I try to live every day like a mini-Halloween, and then go all out on October 31st.
Kelsey: I am only comfortable when I am in the leadership position. That's why I make it an effort to take the reigns of whatever projects I'm involved in. I more or less lead all the students at my school, and this game will be no different.
Warwick: Nobody seems to believe in me and my future reign! It's ridiculous! I shall show them, of course. I'll prove to everyone that I wasn't just handed a royal position like everyone born into the British royal family.
Vardaman: This bunch of players seems even weirder than last season's bunch if you ask me. That don't mean I won't help 'em in their times of need, of course. I'm a doctor-in-training, first and foremost, and if people need me, I'll be there for 'em.
Naomi: I'm glad we have a wide-open area to compete in this season. Gives me lots of space to practice roller-skating. Hopefully I don't crash into any more people. That'd be embarrassing.
Tori: I view this game as an opportunity to get stronger. The way I see it, beauty and intelligence are worthless for me. It's physical strength that gets things done.
Isidora: Being an anemic loner pretty much makes me dead girl walking, but you know what, I'm in this game, so heck if I'm not going to try. Tori and I already get along kind of, so there's something.
Stormy~: Not only does this game look fun, but it will be great for publicity! I want to be big in North America too, and I can't wait to show you all what I've got. I'm not a famous pop star for nothing, you know. Atashi matsu koto ga dekinaiiii!
Hugh: You think they're buying it? Look, I'm not normally this rude, but you know what? I'm sick of being the nice guy. Girls want a bad boy, and I want a girlfriend, so naturally, the badder I am, the more ladies will be attracted to me. You laugh now, but just watch.
Ephraim: I'm the type who finishes disputes, not starts them. Might just be a force of habit from being a nightclub bouncer, but it's a natural instinct to keep things from getting too out-of-control. Might lose me some fans, but you know what? I'm here to play the game, not to be famous.
Fauna: I can't help but notice that the number of white people is the same as the number of people of color. I counted. Thirteen each. That might make it harder to get rid of all the whities, but damn if I'm not gonna try!
Genesis: (She types something on her phone. The phone speaks.) One upside to my disability is that people always underestimate me. Just put on a cute smile and they think they're helping me like the lost soul they think I am. Which lets me play hardball behind the scenes while the others take all the votes.
Osric: I'm determined to play an excellent strategic game, and I think I can do it, but there's one major thing holding me back... my fetishes. I have a lot of them, you see. Genesis's glasses? Hot damn. Ursula's freckles? Hot damn. Amelie's cute little feet? Hot. Damn. See, it's happening already. I need to focus!
Mondo: I only came out of the closet recently, but the guys on my football team didn't take it as well as I'd hoped. They don't outright bully me or anything, but they do treat me like less of a man now, like I'm all of a sudden weaker. I'm going to win this game to show them just how wrong they are.
Jasper: Oh my gosh, these people are so dumb! I'm not really gay. But look. All girls want a gay best friend, so if I serve as one, they'll want to keep me around. Plus, if people call me out on anything, I'll just call them homophobic, and they'll back off. I even have the actual gay guy fooled. It's the perfect plan, I'm telling you.
Quentin: I'm feeling optimistic about this game. I don't know, people tell me that things just have a tendency to go my way. I never really notice, since I try to see the positives in everything, but hey, whatever works, right?
Dalit: Game start. I make slave soon. I be in power! I excited!
Cordelia: My gameplan is to make as many friends as possible. Not only are friends really fun, but they don't vote for you, either. This game's going to be great!
Yolonda: I think my biggest concern in the game is that people might see me as a threat for being a former staff member. It's a ridiculous idea, but this early on, people will look for any excuse to vote for someone. I'd best lay low for now.
Xingrong: I was sent to this game by the gods themselves to spread the message of Wichmastery! Much like how I spread mustard on a roast beef and cheddar sandwich on white! You are welcome in advance, mortals!
Zarardo: There are two things you should know about street magicians. One: we are able to effectively manipulate the minds of our audience to think that what isn't there really is. Two: a magician never reveals his secrets. In light of this, this game should be a snap. (He snaps his fingers.)
Amelie: My daddy's a psychiatrist, and he believes that the best way to keep me from being so nervous is to go out and experience some danger. I don't know how that works, but I would like the money to pay for college, so hopefully this is a fairly painless season.
Ronoc: (He takes a puff of his cigar.) What? I told you not to pay attention to anything I say. You really shouldn't. I'm not all that important to the story anyway.
Chris, Lindsay, and the campers all entered the mess hall.
"Welcome to craft services," Chris announced. "This is where you'll be eating your breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The mess hall will only be open during designated times, so you're not going to want to miss out on that."
"By the way, if my uncle's in jail, and I'm here, who's the chef?" Yolonda asked.
"...I knew I'd forgotten something!" Chris said with a facepalm. He glanced at Lindsay, who looked at him expectantly, then back at the contestants. "Er... in a twist that I definitely didn't just make up... you guys will be cooking for yourselves this season. ...Yeah."
"Fwahahahahaha! Excellent!" Xingrong boasted. "This way, I may spread the message of Wichmastery even more effectively!"
"Make me food!" Dalit shouted at Xingrong.
"Har! You think you have dominion over me?!" Xingrong asked.
"Make me food, slave!" Dalit repeated.
"Okay, this girl's asking for an ass-beating," Fauna growled as she rolled up her sleeves.
"If you wanted to vote out all the white people, maybe attacking a person of color whom you may want on your side wouldn't be the best idea," Phoenix suggested.
"Uh, thanks..." Fauna said warily.
Confessional:
Phoenix: No, I don't agree with Fauna's ideals or her crusade, but she's basically already offered an alliance spot with me simply because of what color my skin isn't. I'd be foolish to not take her up on that offer.
Fauna: I didn't expect Phoenix to be onboard so easily. Most people have the nerve to call me racist because I'm fighting for equality. Good to see someone's got the right state of mind.
Xingrong: That short girl with the ragged clothing is incredibly foolish to give orders to a higher being!
Dalit: Silver Hair bad slave. He no make me food.
After the contestants had all had some food, Chris returned to the mess hall.
"Listen up, campers. It's time for your first challenge!" Chris announced.
"But we don't even have teams yet," Lester pointed out. "Is this a free-for-all match?"
"It is, Lester," Chris confirmed. "Right now, Lindsay is hiding six McLean brand Invincibility Statues: three blue and three pink. Your goal is to bring me one of these statues. Only boys can bring back a blue statue, and only girls can bring back a pink. Whoever brings back a statue will be invincible in tonight's eliminations!"
"Eliminations? As in, plural?" Isidora asked, her eyebrow raised warily.
"That is correct. For you see, tonight, there will be two elimination ceremonies: one for the boys, and one for the girls. Meaning, two of you will be voted out before we even get to split into teams!"
"Brutal. I love it," Ursula snickered.
"In addition, those statues serve the same purpose as they did in Revenge of the Island," Chris continued. "Meaning that you can play them at any time during an elimination to cancel out all votes for a person of your choosing."
"Whoa. There'll be six of those right off the bat?!" Naomi gasped.
"Not to mention we'll all know who has them," Osric added as he stared at Naomi's legs.
"Things just got real," Bijou nodded.
Lindsay ran back into the mess hall.
"I'm back!" Lindsay announced. "They're all hidden!"
"In that case, the challenge is on," Chris told the campers. "Go get 'em!"
The campers left the mess hall at varying speeds.
Confessional:
Warwick: Seeing as how I'm the rightful king of... whatever my country will be named... I more than deserve one of those statutes. That raggedy girl has the right idea - I should find someone to do all my work for me. That's how kings work, right?
Stormy~: Ooh, my first challenge. How exciting!
Kelsey: I will find one of those statutes. No two ways about it.
Quentin: I'd be fine if I didn't win this one, because I'm just happy to be a part of the game at all. Maybe I'll spend this challenge birdwatching. Who knows?
Genesis: (She types something on her phone. The phone speaks.) I'm already aligned with Osric, so perhaps we can work together in the challenge. After that, I'll just have to hope for the best.
Mondo: (He pounds into the palm of his hand.) Game on.
Chris and Lindsay, still in the mess hall, turned to the camera.
"Who will walk away from the challenge with an Invincibility Statue?" Chris asked.
"Who will make enemies, and who will make friends?" Lindsay asked.
"Who will be the first two voted out of the season?" Chris asked.
"The answers, next time!" Lindsay announced.
"On Total!" Chris announced.
"Drama!" Lindsay added.
"ALPHA PARTY!" they both finished.
"How was that?" Lindsay asked Chris.
"Eh, we'll work on it," Chris said honestly.
A/N: So that's part one of the first episode. As with last season, this will be the only episode split into two parts. So, how's the new cast? Who made the best first impressions? Who made the worst? Tell me what you guys think. :)
By the way, for those who follow me on deviantART who might be wondering, the star that was originally at the end of Stormy~'s name won't show up on , so it had to be omitted.