So, I'm sure we've all asked this question: Why is 20-year old Chris so sadistic and cruel to the campers? Also, why does he enjoy their pain and suffering? Maybe this story will answer these and more. Let's take a ride in the virtual time machine and go back, waaaaay back. Enjoy:

Ontario, Canada, July of 1992. We start this story in a tan, two-story townhouse. Inside this house, an average height man, who goes by the name of Darren McClean, is talking on the phone.

"Yes, sir," Mr. McClean says to his boss. "Of course, I'll make sure I think of some great torture for the contestants.....yes, I'll do that.....okay, good-bye." The handsome, dark haired man with an evil smile man hangs up the phone. He sees his 4-year old son, Christopher, sitting on the couch, playing with an action figure. His father takes a seat next to him.

"You know, son," he starts. "This job I have is really hard work. It's different than being some common doctor, surgeon, or banker, ya know?"

Christopher, or Chris, starts to stare at his doll that wore a red cape. "I wanna be a superhero and save the world!" Chris says in a delighted voice of childhood. His father chuckled and patted his child's shoulder and said, "Listen, lil' dude, when kindergarten comes up in the fall, I'm pretty sure if you say that's what you wanna be, the kids'll probably laugh like crazy at you."

"Nuh-uh," Chris told his father. "Superheroes are cool and they get to save the world!"

"But Chris," his father told him. "Don't you wanna be a reality show host like your dad?"

"Nuh-uh," Chris smiled and said. "That job is dumb! Superheroes are betterist and they kick butt more!" This made his father chuckle a little bit.

"Yeah, well, what DOESN'T kick butt is that lame vocab of yours!"

"Oh, leave Chris alone," Shirley McClean, Chris' mother, said walking into the living room. "He's 4! You can't expect him to have perfect vocabulary!" Mr. McClean just sighed when he saw his short, blonde wife walk into the room.

"Oh, okay, Shirley!" He started. "Just let the boy walk into the world and be looked down on! No child of mine is walking anywhere on this planet without good charismatic skills! Also, no child of mine will walk on this planet, thinking they can be some stupid, lame, superhero! The freakin' things don't even exist! Even my job is smarter than a superhero will ever be!"

Chris started crying and took his doll up to his room and shut the door. Mrs. McClean couldn't believe her spouse.

"How could you?!" she told him. "He's just trying to enjoy childhood and you're ruining it for him! You shouldn't be torturing him like he's a contestant of that weird reality show! He's your son!" Mr. McClean found his mistakes and he looked a little bummed.

"Look, I know he's my boy," he told her. "I-I just want him to take after me, not some lame superhero named "Captain Crust"! I want him to live my dream. He has to learn someday that superheroes are figments of imagination!" Mrs. Mcclean tapped her husband's shoulder.

"I know, honey, but you can't tell him to early. Let him go through this little phase. I know you didn't get to have a fun childhood, but try not to ruin it for Chris, okay?"

Mr. McClean nodded his head. "I'll try." He kissed her and she walked away. He then sat down on the couch with a notebook and pen. "Let's create some new challenges for the victims-or I mean, contestants!" He had an evil-like chuckle and began to write.

Meanwhile, Chris sat on his bed alone in his room. His room was decorated with Captain Crust merchandise such as posters, bedspread, pillow, Captain Crust plushes, and much more. Chris was playing with the Captain Crust doll again. He had the doll since last Christmas, and he's been wondering about something for a while. What would happen if he pulled on the doll's head? Would it stay on the body like a real person's head would? Chris started to pull on the doll's head. He pulled harder and harder and harder until........POP! The head was off the doll. Chris was staring at the head and the body and then started laughing.

"THAT WAS AWESOME!" He yelled with happiness. Chris thought if pulling Captain Crust's head off was fun, would pulling his other body parts off be fun, too? Chris stopped wondering and started to do it. Somewhat easily, Chris pulled off the doll's arms, legs, and cape off in about 5 minutes. Chris was laughing histerically at Captain Crust, who was now into many pieces on the floor.

"Wait, I got more!" Chris said in his little boy's voice. He walked over to his toy closet, which revealed 50 more Captain Crust action figures. His family had so much money, that they decided to buy Chris a whole toy store full of Captain Crust action figures, just in case he happened to brake one of them. If he broke all those action figures, he could just ask his parents to get him more. They wouldn't mind because they were made of money. Meanwhile, Chris was smiling evily among his action figures.

"This is gonna be awesome! Hee-hee!" Chris took about 10 dolls from his closet and lined them up. He was about to play a very different game. A game that even his sadistic, torturing, father couldn't think of.

Oh no! What could this game be? Will Darren McClean change his attitude for his son's sake? Probably not. Find out next time! Also, if you guys have ideas for future chapter ideas, I'd really like to hear them! :D