Cast List
Males
Rickie Harrison (V.I.Y.H)
Simon Silverston (Shokick)
Benny Watson (Mysterious Mr. R)
Anders Eller (SPACE MAN OH SPACE MAN)
Jordan Laster (Dalejr. 88)
Anthony Burton (CommunityFan27)
Cedric Walker (Jade's One of a Kind)
Cooper Smith (ferguson97)
Johnny Beckford (TheOneTimeJarvis247)
Ed Ganova (Star of Fate)
Benjamin Lisle (TheLovelyReaper)
Females
Riley De'Royal (wolflover595)
Macy Millington (Mickeys Swaggmuffins)
Angel Masterson (CabbieBade)
Mystery Greenleaf (Candygirl4226)
Skylar Carter (Iaceyblow13)
Aubrey Buctha (frizzle1872)
Alexis Connely (slendie258)
Lola Castro (MEGA DUNCNEY FAN)
Melika Olani (angelofloveaphrodite34)
Natasha Walker (Dusty Watermelon)
Monica Blaine (Cotton Candy Luver Chopper)
Episode 1: This Is What I Signed Up For?
Day One
Up in the sky, about 1,500 feet above the surface, a white aircraft flew amongst the clouds. This military style helicopter was used to transport the new arrivals to the island of Palau Tiga, Borneo, somewhere in the Malaysian archipelago.
The giant helicopter contains inside twenty-two random teenagers sitting on the benches the aircraft provided. None of them have spoken a word during their flight.
In the middle of them was a middle-aged man standing with an apparent smile of anticipation on his face. He had short, black hair and was wearing clothes that let the audience know he was ready for adventure. This man was apparently not Chris, who had hosted previous seasons of Total Drama. As a matter of fact, no period of Total Drama had ever really started out with all the contestants and the host shown in the first shot. One could quickly tell that the series was now within a new set of hands. The host began to speak with a voice very different from that of Chris'.
"Inside this military helicopter, we have twenty-two teenagers. None of them know each other or have even spoken to each other. But they do have one thing in common! They are on their way to a remote island where they will spend the next thirty-nine days competing for one million dollars and the title of Sole Survivor. I'm your host, Malcolm Stevenson and this is Total Drama Survivor!"
Several minutes later, the helicopter started to make its landing. The contestants couldn't help but cheer that their time of fame was about to begin.
The aircraft made its final landing on the sand and everyone on vacated the compact space with their bags and luggage. Upon the sand was two large mats spread out on the terrain. One of them was orange, and the other was yellow. The contestants split into two groups, and each got on their own mat. Oddly enough, the teams composed of the same people who sat on the same bench on the helicopter. Malcolm was the last to get out, and he settled in between the two groups.
"Welcome to Total Drama Survivor. We have arrived at the island of Palau Tiga, an unsettled island in Borneo, Malaysia. You will spend the next thirty-nine days here competing against nature, each other, and yourself." he briefed. Some of the contestants looked around, confused. Finally, one of the contestants spoke up. She had dark skin and had far more luggage than anyone else.
"Excuse me, but...where's the resort?" she asked the host. "because Macy Millington can't stand the beach." she continued.
"I'm sorry, but we never mentioned anything about a resort on the website or on the application. Have you ever seen Survivor?" the host responded.
"Yeah, that's what the application said in its introduction." another girl spoke up. This one was blonde but had strands of various colors of the rainbow. Everyone else nodded in agreement. Malcolm confusedly looked at them for a moment.
"Uh...crew...can I have a copy of the application?" Malcolm asked to the camera. One of the interns then ran in front of the camera and gave Malcolm an application. Malcolm then read it over while still facing the camera. He then looked up with a peeved look on his face.
"Chris," he spoke quietly to himself.
Almost on cue, one of Macy's bags began to rumble. The other contestants looked at the bag, horrified. The rumbling began to grow more intense until it burst open. Chris McLean stood up like a god. The contestants were very surprised, especially Macy and Malcolm.
"How...how...how did you get in there?" Macy asked, flabbergasted.
"I learned this stunt from Penn and Teller of course. The three of us are just the best of friends. I tell you, we go way back." Chris told everyone, reminiscing.
"But I packed stuff in that bag! Where did it go?!" Macy demanded.
"Don't worry, it's in a safe place." Chris then winked to the camera, letting the audience know he was lying.
"Chris, you can't be here. I'm the host of this show." Malcolm explained.
"Well, too bad! I hosted the original series! It's my show!"
"Not anymore. It now belongs to CBS."
"I'm already here! So can we be co-hosts?" Chris asked. Malcolm sighed.
"Alright fine, you can stand by me while I explain the game. But then you can't interfere with the game anymore. Okay?" Malcolm offered. Chris nodded, and he stood beside him.
"Anyway, as you may have noticed, you guys were divided into two teams before you got here." Malcolm then turned to the eleven on the orange mat and called everyone on that mat out by name.
"Rickie, Macy, Anders, Lola, Ed, Melika, Cedric, Riley, Benny, Mystery, and Jordan. You will be known as-"
"The Flying Monkeys!" Chris shouted out.
"No. It's going to be Tagi." Malcolm explained.
"I kind of like Chris' name better." Rickie declared. Everyone else except for Anders agreed.
"I like Tagi," he said to himself.
"Well, what can I say Malcolm? They like it better." Chris told Malcolm. Malcolm sighed and didn't intervene. Once they quieted down, he threw over a bag of orange buffs. The eleven sorted through the bag, and they each got one.
"Now I really feel like I'm on Survivor!" Rickie exclaimed.
Malcolm then turned to the yellow mat.
"Angel, Anthony, Alexis, Benjamin, Natasha, Cooper, Monica, Simon, Skylar, Johnny, and Aubrey. You will be known as-"
"The Jumping Seagulls!" Chris yelled out again. Their reaction was pretty similar to that of the Flying Monkeys. Malcolm was hoping for it to be between Tagi and Pagong, but he saw no hope with Chris. But yet, he handed them their yellow buffs and continued.
"It is time for your first challenge. About a hundred feet into those woods are boxes and crates of supplies. These supplies vary from food, tools, and anything else you might need to build your camp. You will have two minutes to get everything you need. After that, you will follow a map to your new home." Malcolm then tossed each team a map.
"Ready? Go!" and with that, the two teams rushed into the woods, leaving behind their luggage. Malcolm looked over at the many bags the contestants had brought with them. There was no way anyone was going to be using anything from them, aside from their swimwear and their one luxury item. Malcolm then called up a bunch of interns to bring these items to the campsites while the rest would be stored.
Meanwhile, the teams approached the boxes of supplies and fought for them like savages.
Monica stumbled upon a crate full of blankets and pillows and decided to take it, but was then tackled by Macy.
"Get your own comfort, sweetheart!" she yelled at the girl on the ground.
Anders opened up one of the crates to reveal bags of rice. He snickered.
"Bags. Way too mainstream."
He grabbed one of the bags and tried to open it, to pour all the rice in the crate. Because to him, it was better storing rice in a wooden box. But he was suddenly confronted with a battle cry.
"THAT'S MY RICE!" Anders then turned to see Riley charging at her. She lunged and attacked Anders. She would've knocked him out if Rickie hadn't stepped in.
"Stop that. He's on our team," he told her calmly, surprisingly calmly. Riley realized her mistake and got up.
"Oh, sorry. I'm just uncomfortable around new people." she apologized.
"Are you kidding me?!" Riley recoiled in fear as Anders continued.
"Punches are way too overused! You should've given me the sleeper hold or an Indian sunburn! But my personal favorite is when someone sticks their finger down another person's throat in an attempt to make them puke."
In the midst of the fighting, Angel stayed away from it all. She was far too lovely to get in someone's way. The blonde just sat there, hoping that her tribe could get some good stuff.
But to her surprise, a man in a suit approached her. He had black hair that covered his right eye. He was pushing a crate toward her.
"Here you are, madam; a crate full of various fruits that I think we can do well on," he said in an attempted British accent. Angel was shocked to see such loyalty.
"Thanks, sir," she told him softly. He then walked away to join the others. Angel just sat there by the crate.
A loud was then heard, which caused everyone to freeze in place. Chris then approached them, using an air horn into a megaphone.
"Your two minutes are up! Get to camp!" he yelled.
The tribes gathered what they had earned and began to luge their supplies to their camps on opposite ends of the island.
Chris went back to Malcolm, who was waiting for him.
"You need to go home now." Malcolm instructed.
"Hold on here, I'm not going anywhere!" Chris rebelled.
"CBS specifically cast me to host this series." Malcolm then took out a series of papers.
"You gave us Total Drama, Chris. That means you don't have any part in it anymore. I was nice enough to give you your fifteen seconds of fame." Malcolm handed the papers over to Chris.
"The crew has already called for a helicopter. Tomorrow, it'll be here to take you home so you can get back to doing what you love best; watching action movies, eating nachos, and living in your own fantasy." and with that, Malcolm walked away from the man to attend to other business.
The Jumping Seagulls were attempting to maneuver through the harsh jungle the island has to offer. Unfortunately, the tribes were not provided compasses. As a result, the more initiative members disputed where to go.
"Guys, I assure you we are going the wrong way!" Monica exclaimed.
"What makes you so sure?" Johnny asked.
"Oh, trust me. I use Google Maps so much that I have a natural sense of direction. Besides, if there's anything Wikipedia hasn't taught me, the sun always sets in the north." she explained.
"Wow, your whole argument just became invalid," Johnny stated.
"What did you say?!" Monica yelled.
"If you ask me, you probably wrote that Wikipedia article, didn't you?"
"Do you want trouble?!" Monica threatened.
"What are you gonna do? Throw your Nokia at me?" Johnny intimidated.
"That's it! I'm calling my daddy!" Monica reached into her pocket for her phone but was shocked to not find it.
"Where is it?" she asked to herself softly.
"Where's what?" Johnny asked.
"WHERE'S MY PHONE?!" Monica screamed. This alarmed the whole tribe. She turned directly to Johnny.
"GIVE ME MY PHONE!" she demanded.
"What are you looking at me for?" Johnny asked innocently. Monica wasted no more time and began to pat his body.
"I KNOW YOU TOOK IT!"
"I swear to God, I did not take your phone."
Monica finished searching Johnny's body but to no avail. She then turned to the rest of the tribe.
"Alright," she said softly. "WHO TOOK IT?!" she burst out of nowhere. Everyone looked at each other, confused. Some were willing to accuse one another, even though they knew nothing about Monica's phone habits beforehand.
"WE ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL I FIND MY PRECIOUS PHONE!" she commanded. Monica took action and quickly patted everyone's bodies, but with no success.
"SO IT MUST BE IN THE CRATES!" she yelled to herself. She began to approach them when she was stopped by a short blonde.
"Stop it! We shouldn't be frolicking over something like this!" she complained in a childish voice. Monica only chuckled.
"That's cute, kid, but-"
"Cute?! Listen, you...meanie! My name is Alexis Connely, and I'm not just some "kid"! I'll have you know that I am fourteen years old, and I'm way too old to be called "cute"!" Alexis huffed angrily before continuing.
"Look at us! We haven't even arrived at camp yet, and we're already falling apart! Me and my mom used to watch Survivor all the time! We would watch new episodes, and we saw just how nicely the campers got along! But..then...one day...we were walking down the s-street. And then...and then...a truck came by...and it...hit her! Now I'm here...playing in her...m-memory!" she then sobbed uncontrollably.
Most of the others surrounded the poor thing to comfort her.
"Come on, are you really gonna do this to her?" Skylar jumped in.
"My phone, though." by this point, Monica's voice had died down to normal.
"Who cares about your phone? You're not supposed to have it out here anyway."
Monica heavily sighed, looking upon Alexis.
"Alright, let's go." Monica gave in.
As most of the group moved along, Angel looked back to see the man in the suit falling behind, pushing all of the crates. She instinctively went back to him.
"Do you need any help?" she asked him. The man looked at her, with an exhausted look on his face.
"No thanks, I'm only doing good to our tribe. Besides, you don't need to hurt your frail little body."
Angel couldn't help but chuckle at the man's response.
"By the way, I don't think I got your name earlier." Angel pointed out.
"My name is Simon Silverston, servant to the tribe of Pagong, or as you know it as, the Jumping Seagulls," he announced.
"I'm Angel, just...any other girl." she chuckled a bit before looking on to Simon's hard labor.
"Why are you doing this all by yourself? No one ever made you their slave." she pointed out.
"Back home, my family runs a servant business. Elite families hire us to meet their every demand, no matter how small. Even outside there, I can't imagine myself not being of another's service." he explained. He then looked up. "Is there anything I can do for you, my dear?" he asked.
"Please, you don't have to call me "my dear."" she laughed.
"As you wish, Angel." he then bowed down to her.
"Is it alright if I walk with you?" she asked.
"Absolutely." Simon quickly answered.
The rest of the Jumping Seagulls have reached the end of the jungle, where they saw a giant yellow banner with the 'Total Drama Survivor' logo on it.
"Yes! We've made it!" Alexis cheered in her childish voice. The rest of the tribe joined in her celebration, except for Monica. She just remained standing there with a straight face and her arms folded.
"Say, does anyone know where the supplies are?" Johnny asked, confused. No one really noticed their delay until he had stepped in. They looked around, worried at where they could be.
Luckily, though, Simon and Angel showed up moments later with the crates. Everyone ran over to them to begin opening them up. They ignored the supplies and went straight to the food. Most of them started to help themselves to bananas, coconuts, and mangos. Simon and Angel couldn't help but look on in disgust. Angel began to grow peeved, and then angry at the hungry savages that her tribe was made up of.
"EVERYBODY STOP!" she suddenly yelled. Shocked, the tribe turned to her angry face.
"Is this how we are gonna spend our first day here at camp?!" she then went over to the open crates to see what was left. There were still plenty of fruits to go around. She then examined an unopened crate that was marked "Rice."
"We're gonna STARVE like this!" she screamed. The blonde then took a look at the campsite, while the other campers looked on.
"I don't see any shelter here! How are gonna sleep tonight?!" she asked angrily. Everyone was speechless.
"Well, I don't intend on sleeping on the sand tonight! Do you?!" she pointed to the group. Again, no one was able to speak.
"That's what I thought! Now get your asses over there and start making camp!"
Everyone rushed straight to the crate marked "Tools." and took out a machete and several bundles of wood.
As everyone ran over to begin constructing a shelter, Angel covered her mouth in shock. Simon went over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"What have I done?" she whispered, worriedly to herself.
"Don't worry, Angel, it wasn't that big of a deal," Simon assured her.
"Yes, it is. I ruined my one chance to be trusted."
"They'll be thanking you later when they have a comfortable place to sleep and food to eat."
"But what if they vote me out? It'll be too soon."
"You won't. I'll make sure-" but he was suddenly interrupted.
"Hey, you two! We need more hands!" Johnny shouted. The two complied and went over to them to help.
The Flying Monkeys had an easier time getting to camp than the Jumping Seagulls. Before they knew it, they saw the orange banner that signified their camp. They celebrated their success, but Rickie got on top of the crates and addressed.
"Listen up everybody!" he shouted. Everyone turned to his attention.
"As much as I'm proud of getting here, I think we'd best start setting up camp," he commanded calmly.
"Camp? It's been done a million times! Let's just sleep on the sand. That would be way better!" Anders stated.
"Yeah, like that's happening!" Macy said sarcastically. "My beautiful body does not belong in the sand!"
"Well, you can build your precious camp if you want! But I'm sleeping in the sand!"
Rickie couldn't help but intervene.
"Alright, we can't be tearing apart here. We need to get started." Rickie then got down from the crates and opened the one marked "Tools." He took out the machete first.
"Who's good with a machete?" he asked.
"Allow me." boasted a blonde man. He went up to Rickie and took the machete. "The name's Jordan, strongest man in the world who is for everyone's assistance." Rickie just looked on awkwardly.
"Uh...I'm Rickie. Um...glad you could help."
Jordan then went to a small tree and began to chop at it with the machete. The women on the team were amazed at how effortlessly he took the structure down. Rickie, however, was a little suspicious.
Jordan then started to chop the fallen tree into smaller parts. He made more extended pieces for the frame of the shelter, and smaller ones for the floor. When he finished his work, he looked up at Rickie.
"Will this be enough wood, Rickie?" he asked.
"We'll work with that for now, then if we run out, you can get more," he answered. Rickie then reached into the crate and found a long strand of rope.
"Alright, everybody. We got a shelter to build! Can we do it?" he shouted cheerfully. Unfortunately, no one really got the reference but agreed anyway. They went over to the wood and began to assemble.
Malcolm was well aware that Chris wouldn't be easy to get rid of, so he decided to give the man some dinner. He summoned the stubborn Chris over to a huge buffet full of food. The long table was filled with buffalo wings, fried chicken, steak, hot dogs, cheeseburgers, and salad for the vegetarians. Malcolm, loading into the latter category, only took a plateful of salad. Chris, however, went full out with the other foods. Afterward, they sat down at a table for two. Chris dug right into a cheeseburger and was overwhelmed with its flavor. Malcolm could tell he was enjoying the meal and started to converse.
"You know, Chris. I was talking with the executives over the phone, and they just loved the idea of having you as a co-host."
Chris was just flabbergasted.
"Really?! But you said-"
"I know what I said earlier, but I don't control the game, CBS does. You're right Chris, we're getting a generation of Michael Bay fans who just need an explosion every five seconds. Survivor doesn't have that, and that's why we're losing our younger audience. We need someone like you." Malcolm stated.
"Definitely! I'll get the interns to get started on crazy challenges right-" but Chris' head then fell forward on the table. He was unconscious.
"It worked!" Malcolm exclaimed to himself. He then had some interns carry him to a helicopter that was waiting some distance away. Malcolm got up proudly and saw the body being placed in the aircraft. When he saw the thing fly out of sight, he was relieved.
Night One
The Jumping Seagulls had finished their wooden shelter within a couple hours, thanks to Angel's little temper tantrum. An intern had dropped by soon after they arrived to give them their luxury items. Everyone had brought one except for Simon, who thought that one item for serving his tribe just simply wouldn't have been enough.
Angel still felt guilty about her outburst earlier. Simon's words were true-the camp had been built, and they had enough food to go around, but they weren't enough to make her forget. She decided to settle down on the sand to pay the tribe back. No one commanded her to do so, but she just couldn't help it. Simon saw her lying down over there and planned to go over there, but then he overheard Alexis.
"Can someone help me open his coconut?" she asked in her whiny voice. Simon instinctively went over to the smaller girl to help her out. The man grabbed a machete and hastily sliced open the coconut in several strokes. Alexis then greedily grabbed the coconut and drank the precious milk it contained. She then looked up at Simon.
"Thank you! You're really nice!" she cheered. Simon couldn't help but smile.
"You're welcome." he returned. He then rubbed the girl's head and decided to go over to Angel. He sat down beside the blonde. She looked over and saw him.
"Oh, hey there." she greeted quietly.
"You don't have to worry Angel. I was just over there, and no one was talking about you," he reassured her.
"I guess that's a start," Angel responded sarcastically.
"You don't have to sleep in the sand. You should sleep with the others in the shelter." Simon advised.
"You don't understand, Simon. I don't think I really had anyone special in my life. For the last couple of years, people at school look right through me, and I have a brother who absolutely hates me. I saw this as a chance to start anew. No one knew who I was coming in, and this first day was just critical for getting the first impression, and I blew it. Now people are gonna stay away from me."
Simon was listening to the whole time and got to understand the girl's predicament.
"Do you want me to be your mattress?" he asked. He expected some angry retaliation, but he decided to give the full deal before she could react.
"Don't worry, I'll face down."
"Won't that be a little uncomfortable?" she asked, chuckling a bit.
"With a person as sweet and beautiful as you, I would do just about anything to make her happy."
Angel smiled at his compliment and allowed the man in the suit to lie down in the sand.
"I'll try not to squish you," she whispered into his ear.
She got on top of Simon and looked up at the starry night. She knew that she had someone to trust.