Summary: A new season is coming, and the 22 campers are going to meet each other once again. But things change as they are having a new host and eight Newbies to join them in an adventure around the world.

Pairings: I'm not telling yet.

Warning: some language, cartoon violence and some other surprises

I don't own Total Drama or any of its characters, but i own my OC Sarousch Luther.

P.S.: The art style is going to be based off on that of Ben 10 and Generator Rex by Man of Action.

Hello Total Drama readers, it's me, the Noble Avenger. You know, i used to be the idiot 1dvsbst, but now i'm a changed man. I just want you to know that i'm deeply sorry for my previous actions. I was cruel and childish, but now i know better.

This story you're about to read takes place after TDA, but the Celebrity Manhunt doesn't happen, and no, Duncan doesn't win the money, as you read, you'll find out why. Some couples are broken as of canon and others will bloom in my story. You've been warned.

This takes place between 2011 and 2012, and all the cast members are 19 years old. And yes, this is actually a fix fic that differs from that utter crap called Total Drama World Tour. Seriously, worst season ever. Here, i'm going to correct the wrongs caused by the stupid, mindless writers of the show and keep the characters in character, although some of them will be OOC. Again, you have been warned.

And now without further ado, i present you Total... Drama... World Tour!

Chris and Chef walked into the producer's office, again. Chris was more than nervous, or more accurately, fucking terrified of what the producer may tell him. After all, what could he have done wrong? The ratings were excellent and there was no way the producer wanted to tell him something that could possibly result in him being fired. Anything but that. Chris touched the knob and pulled it around, making a squeaky sound as the door opened. There it was, sitting in his seat, the unbiased, fair, kindhearted (obviously sarcasm) producer who scared the utter crap out of the Chris. This time, he looked like he was going to pop a vein, which meant that something was definitely off. Chris feared that he may lose his job, it was sin against nature! He'd rather die in a painful manner than losing the job that gives him privileges. Chef, however, couldn't care less. After all the hard he did for two seasons, he still didn't get his paycheck because of Chris's selfish, cheapstake tendencies.

They both took a seat and listened as the producer ranted.

"Mclean, i wanted you to make these teenagers hate each other. Not making Duncan and Courtney break up in the finale. They were our cash cow and now, because of you, the ratings are plummeting. Can't you do anything right?"

"But sir" Chris nervously stammered "It's not my fault, and i'm sick of that whiny little brat trying to sue the show!"

"May i remind you that she sued the show because YOU refused to let her participate!" he snapped "Her lawsuits cost us a whole lot of money. And we received s a lot of fan complaints about how their favourites, including Cody and Noah, didn't in the season at all! We would've become richer if you only let the others participate, but no! You chose to ignore my orders" he screamed, pounding his desk with a fist, which made his lamp fall over the ground and break. Chris and Chef stepped away from the producer.

"You're the host, Mclean. I want you to make the teenagers be at each other's throats, because them being nice is boring! I want a new season and make even more money, or else you're fired!"

"Actually, i have a better proposition"

All three of them heard a deep voice that none of them has ever heard of before. It was even deeper than Chef's. The host, the cook and the producer turned their heads to the opened door, and saw a tall, shadowy figure, probably the owner of that voice.

"Who the hell are you?" the producer demanded. The figure stepped out of the light to reveal himself. He was a tall man in his fifties, wearing a grey business suit with black pants and golden shoulders, indicating that he must be a general or something. He looks a little like Dr. Calico from Bolt, only without the green eye. He has long black hair tied in a ponytail, a long face similar to a mandrill's, along with a trimmed beard, a pointy nose, and average physique. But the most striking feature of his were those exotic Asian eyes, which had purple eyeliner, but had red pupils, which would resemble anyone of some demon.

"My name is Sarousch Luther" the man introduced himself in a deep, yet suave voice "and i am the new co-host according to the prescription your network sent"

"Prescription?" Chris asked dumbfounded, then it dawned to him, he fearfully turned to the producer "You're not intending to fire me, are you?"

"I am, if you don't find an idea for the new season, Mclean" he responded uncaringly.

"Actually sire, my idea is more of a plan" Sarousch said as he pulled some profiles and placed a set of sheets on the desk. "Well, there's this huge plane that opens up from the belly you see, and we can call it 'The Drop of Shame!'"

"What?" Chris asked indignant "That's MY idea, you thief!"

"Is it, Mclean?" the tall man asked rhetorically "Or just as long as our unbiased, fair, kindhearted producer believes you're still useful?"

That made Chris feel uncomfortable. Sarousch smirked as he presented the papers "You see mister, my idea for the new season is a journey around the world, and the cast members will visit every possible location on the planet"

"But that costs a lot of money, and i hate spending money" he rebutted.

"Worry not, my company, SarouschCorp will provide the extra services and conditions for the campers as soon as their teams are declared the winner. And this season and the previous one, the teams will be assorted according to their strenghts, weaknesses, personality, etc."

"Okay, i'm liking it"

"But under one condition: this season will be played under my rules, we will sent the campers a new contract that prevents them any chance of finding a loophole that would give them the chance to escape the show, like the old contract had"

"And?"

"The best part is that it will be a musical, so that the teenage population of the viewers can watch our show non stop. All of that will be possible if, you make me the new host of Total Drama"

That last part did it for Chris.

"WWWWHHAAAAAAAATT! You as the new host? No way old man, I'M the host of this show, everyone loves me!

"Ha! Not anymore, Mclean" the producer scoffed. "Now, what else do you have to offer, Mr. Luther?"

"Oh please sir, just call me Sarousch. Everyone does"

"Okay Sarousch, what other thing fo you have in this plan of yours?"

"This" he reclaimed as he pulled a profile out of the blue and placed on the producer's desk "This profile belongs to a young man who promises will bring the drama in 'Total Drama'." He said while opening the file. The producer snatched it and read it. The more he read, the more intrigued he looked.

"I don't know what to say Sarousch, but are you sure this kid will bring us the ratings?"

"But of course. He is a master manipulator and is capable of twisting delicate situations to his favor, like me. I assure you sir, this is the answer to all your problems. Not to mention that they will be joined by seven other new recruits that will take the drama off the roof"

"We have a deal" the producer immediately agreed as he shook his hand with Sarousch. Chris, on the other hand, looked like he was about to collapse.

"But, but, but, but, but," he stammered "you can't do this to me! I'm the host for three seasons! I'm the star of the show!"

"Can and will, Mclean" the producer reclaimed "You're old news now. As for you Sarousch, go and announce the contestants in the Total Drama Aftermath Studio about the new season that you will direct"

"Can do, sir" he complied as he exited the office, with Chef following suit. Chris just stood there, frozen and mouth agape about the fact that a man older than him has taken his sacred position as the host of the most celebrated TV show.

The ex-contestants in the TDA Aftermath Show studio were shocked at the tie between Duncan and Beth, who are both very annoyed at the matter, both crossing arms. Cody gasped, while Heather and LeShawna were shooting them suspecting glares As usual, Geoff and Bridgette were center stage and sharing the couch that had been placed there for them. But they looked quite worried about the situation.

"What do we do now?" Geoff asked to Bridgette.

"Can somebody please tell me there is a plan here?" Duncan demanded.

"Nope! But since we're all here together one last time," Geoff said while hugging Bridgette (rather painfully on her side) with one arm before letting her go "let's party!"

"Geoff and I cut together some sweet footage of everybody from the whole season." Bridgette said while giggling.

"But what about the..." Beth and Duncan asked simultaneously before being interrupted.

"Don't get your shorts in a knot! There's plenty of time to pick a winner. Roll clip"

And so there were many clips of the second season. Then it ended and Geoff and Bridgette turned to the camera. Then it panned to Duncan and Beth, who crossed arms again and were impatiently waiting.

"Why don't you come and join us in the winner's... seat" Bridgette offered in reluctance while showing a red velvet chair, which almost looked like a royal throne.

"There's only one chair" Beth stated.

"Yup" Geoff said chuckling. The punk and the farmer walked forwards and sat at the same time, having some difficulty since it was suitable for only one person.

"You think we could at least get another seat?" Duncan said while trying to feel comfortable.

"This is the last time we're gonna see each other guys... gettin' a bit choked up here..." Geoff said in sadness.

"Aww, we've had an awesome time together... I'm gonna miss you guys." Bridgette replied.

"We'll miss you too, girl..." LeShawna said in a tender tone, before becoming annoyed "Now pick a winner so we can all go home!"

"I don't think that is going to be necessary" a mysterious deep voice was heard.

Soon, twenty two heads turned to see their sadistic host, Chris Mclean. But something was different about him, and it wasn't his hair. Rather, he looked very depressed and mopy, his sadistic grin nowhere to be found. Behind him, was a tall, grinning bearded man who was carrying a rather heavy suitcase. None of the teenagers had seen this man before, but something told them it wasn't going to be pretty.

"Hello campers" Sarousch said in a polite, cheerful tone.

"That's ex-campers to you, whoever you are." Duncan pointed out.

"Exactly, who are you?" Heather asked, suspicious of the mystery man. Sarousch laughed.

"My name is Sarousch Luther, and i have come to give you a very important announcement."

The campers dreaded the word 'announcement'. Usually, whenever Chris said that, it meant they would be forced to compete in another season. When this man said that, they were quite unsure of what to expect.

"What is that announcement? Is Chris finally retiring?" Noah asked deadpanned, although he wished it was true.

"Technically yes, Chris is putting down his hosting responsibilities, which means i take charge of the job"

"Wait, you as our host?" Gwen asked.

"Exactly, i came to inform you that you will compete in one more season"

Everyone in the resort groaned in exasperation.

"Another season?" Duncan hollored, angered "But what about my million this season. I went through a lot of kicks in the kiwis, indignity and rules from Bossy McSuepants here! Haven't i been tortured enough!"

"But why?" Courtney exclaimed in anger "What about the million? You're not going to determine a winner now?"

"No, there will be no million dollars in this season because the prize money of the following season is much better: five million dollars!"

Everyone gasped at that, five million dollars was certainly a whole lot of money. Some contestants instantly had a glint in their eyes, some pairs of eyes even turned into dollar bills.

"Besides, i told the producers that i would take over the position of host, and don't worry, i modified your contracts to make sure you have some benefits the next season. And no, there is no loophole you can easily exploit to get out of the rules; after all, a contract is a contract."

Some snapped their fingers in frustration.

"Remember, you have to wait six months until the new season airs, so until then, forget about the contest and relax. And before everyone goes, i want to show you some very special, never-seen-before clips. We think these will help our audience see the real Chris McLean."

That was when Chris' eyes widened in panic.

"NO! SAROUSCH, PLEASE! HAVEN'T I BEEN TORTURED ENOUGH! PLEASE…"

But Sarousch ignored him as he pressed a button. The screen shows a video of a silhoulette of Chris in the shower. He is singing rather horribly, holding something like a microphone.

I stand against the wall... waiting for you to ask me to dance... my heart is in your hand! Oooh, oooh, oooh!

Soon, a hand moves the curtain to reveal Chris naked, wearing nothing but a bath hat and holding a scrubber. He covers himself and lets out a feminine shriek.

"But that is not all, my friends" Sarousch said in a slight sadistic glee as he pushed another button to show the following clips: Chris eating a mayonaisse sandwich rather messily, sleeping with a teddy bear and sucking his thumb, him getting out of his trailer in a robe, when suddenly, a gust of wind flies by, lifting the lower part of his robe and revealing his kiwis to the world.

Everyone in the studio laughed silly about it. Chris just stood in there mortified, slack-jawed and eye twitching. His jaw was slacked and left hanging, some people thought he unhinged it.

"Now, i want you to bid farewell to your old host, because the next season you will have a new host: me"

"So long, Chris!"

"See you never!"

"And don't you dare come back!"

"You got the boot!"

"You deserve it!"

"Goodbye forever, Mclean!"

Chris only sulked and took his luggage with him, walking depressingly out of the studio and into a limo and slammed the door shut behind him. He was completely silent as the limo screeched off with a puff of exhaust and sped off into the night, towards the distant lights of the city of Toronto.

"And as an additional detail, you will be joined by eight new contestants next season" Sarousch added, obviously ignoring how much angst Chris was suffering. "And the new season will have a lot of tune, because it will be a musical season around the world!"

"So now relax children, and in six months you will join me in the new season called Total. Drama. World Tooooouuuuuuurrr!"

"Seriously?" Duncan asked indignant.

Well, there you have it, folks. I hope you like it and send me reviews. Trust me, i'll do my best to make an original story and i'm already having other ideas for the challenges, as well as some of the new characters.

I mean, we all have our own ways to create drama, and my style is not as dramatic as yours, just a bit more simple because i don't really stomach sad moments or ,make people truly evil, it's just sickening. And please Kobold Necromancer, refrain yourself from starting the Courtney/Gwen feud from TDWT, i liked their friendship, so please don't make the same mistake as the writers of the show, because i'm not making that mistake in here.

One more thing: I don't really like villains who blatantly express they're evil. My villain Sarousch is far more realistic because, unlike Chris, he doesn't pride himself as the 'lord of Evil and Darkness'. Instead, he's just a selfish, uncaring human being who actually needs to act politely in front of the cameras because, while Chris is often pardoned of being an asshole for being a TV star in his twenties his fangirls swoon over, Sarousch is a public figure, older than him and believes the audience expects him to act like a mature, upstanding citizen so that they would not see his true cruel nature. I'm just expressing that you should do a more subtle villain, a Bitch in Sheep's Clothing, so that the audience will be surprised of finding out that the man who pets puppies and donates charity is actually a deluded, arrogant psychopath with plans for world domination. Believe me, it makes good drama.

And for all the fanfic writers, i'm going to say something against the real writers of the show: Lick my balls, you piece of shit show writers. You call TDWT a good season? Bullcrap. The fanfic writers could write better stories than that crap, and trust me, they can. I hope one day, the Elder Gods come to our world and devour you first for that shitty season. Seriously, worst season EVER.

So anyways, review and don't worry, this time i'm open to constructive criticism, and you can also give me more suggestions to add to the following chapters of this story, and in return, i shall acknowledge you in said chapters. It's my way of flattery.