Prologue
In the dark of the night, while others were sleeping, a teenage figure sat in his home, in front of his computer, brooding. He wore a ski mask and ski googles, covering his Caucasian complexion, blond hair and cyan eyes. He wore a button-up dress shirt along with a black vest, with matching black dress pants. Perched on top of his head was a pure black fedora with a similar black trim.
Suddenly, behind him, a figure appeared in a puff of smoke. The figure was cloaked, so it was hard to see their face.
"So…." The figure asked, "Have you thought about my proposition yet?"
The boy swiveled around, facing the new arrival.
"Yes…", he answered. "But on two conditions…"
He got out of his chair and stared at where he thought the cloaked figure's eyes were.
"First," he started saying, "The entire show gets released on my Fanfiction dot net account."
The figure lowered his head a little, before nodding. "And the other condition?"
The teenager smirked under his ski mask. "We change the name to something more…appealing."
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"Hello, ladies and gentlemen!", the teenage host exclaimed, facing the camera. "Welcome to the newest installment in the Total Drama franchise! I am Bowman, your new charismatic host!"
"You're about as full of yourself as the last one, at least…." muttered a voice behind the camera.
"Zip it, Chef!" Bowman angrily responded, "Just because Chris quit doesn't mean we're not going to dock your pay." He turned back towards the camera. "Anyways, this season is very special! I've invited several videogame characters from some of my favorite gaming franchises to battle it out for the grand prize of ten million dollars, or whatever the currency is where they're from, in this game of wits, strength and luck! So strap in, ladies and gentlemen, for this newest edition of Total Drama Island! Welcome to Bowman's Total Drama Island!"
The camera zoomed out to finally reveal the dock Bowman was standing on. It was a rickety dock, made of poor wood and crumbling at the edges already. The island behind it was big, sporting a giant cliff behind a dense forest. In the middle of the island were two log cabins.
"Hey, Chef...Cut to the intro, if you please…You're not paid by the hour…"
Chef's sigh resonated behind the device, before he turned it off.
"This is going to be a long season…"