I planned to have Total Drama: Island Renewed updated by the end of last week, but the chapter I'm currently working on turned out to be longer than I anticipated it to be, so the sixth chapter won't be up for another week. Sorry to disappoint you guys.
On the bright side, however, I'm publishing a new story. This was suggested to me by I'll Cover Angel and Collins. Get ready for a really wacky story that may shock you, make you laugh, disturb you or do two or all three of these things to you. Either way, I'm expecting a reaction of some sorts. So here it goes.
Because I'm writing Total Drama stories for Fan Fiction Net, it is obvious that I don't own Total Drama. That ought to save me from inserting disclaimers in future chapters. Enjoy!
Rise of the Planet of the Nine
The Introduction
Trent was relaxing in his bed, having achieved his daily intake of nine consecutive orgasms. After the ninth orgasm, Trent sighed happily.
Then his mobile phone rang. It had a peculiar ringtone; which was a recording of Trent saying the word 'nine' in a monotone voice nine times. The recording lasts nine seconds as well. After Trent heard the word 'nine' nine times, he picked up his phone and answered it.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Hey Trent," said Courtney. "Listen, I intend to sue Chris and the show again because even though I have plenty of money, I want more money. Want to tag along?"
"Yeah sure, why not?" replied Trent. "I sure could use some extra bob to fund my new religious movement. I'll go read the contract to see if there's any clause we could use to trap Chris."
"Thanks Trent," Courtney beamed.
"No problem," said Trent. "See ya, Courtney."
"See ya," said Courtney, hanging up. Trent put the phone away and went over to one of the nine filing cabinets in his bedroom. In one of the cabinets were nine copies of the contract he signed with Chris. Trent skimmed through one of the copies until he came across a certain clause in the contract that would benefit himself and Courtney.
Apparently, Trent and Courtney have been best friends ever since they realised that their annoying habits could easily cancel out each other's annoying habits, that they both hated Duncan and that they've lost an awful lot of friends because Courtney was a bitch and Trent's number-nine obsession went out of hand to the point he was forming a cult devoted to the number. They both loved had goals with regards to money. Trent loved money so he could make his cult, the Number Nine Religion, even more powerful than the Roman Catholic Church. Courtney loved money so she could use it to rise to power in politics and world affairs, and have more luxury goods despite having plenty of them.
Anyway, Trent got out his laptop and typed every letter, symbol, number and space into the message window of an email that was already printed into the clause. When he was finished, Trent went over the message to make sure there were no errors. With that out of the way, Trent sighed with content and sent the email to Courtney nine times so she would have nine copies of it. Needless to say, anyone who wished to send an email or text message to Trent must send it to him nine times, otherwise he would ignore the email or text message. In some extreme cases, Trent would even go as far as to track down the sender to cut the sender up into nine different pieces and bury each piece in nine different holes; each hole in a different location.
Courtney received the emails – though all but one of them were ignored – and was satisfied. She knew Chris was unintelligent enough to write such a clause into the contract. She grabbed her PDA and dialled her lawyer's number.
"Michael!" barked Courtney. "Trent found a clause in the contract that him and I intend to take full advantage of! Get me and Trent in contact with Chris McLean!"
"Certainly ma'am, but on one condition," Michael replied.
"Spit it out," Courtney deadpanned, fearing a compromise which she had no intention of agreeing to.
"Please pronounce my name as 'Me-HALL'!" Michael groaned. "It may have the same spelling as it does in English, but I was given the Irish pronunciation."
"Look Michael," Courtney told him, "I'm pronouncing your name as 'My-CULL'. I refuse to speak Arabic. Good luck." She hung up, much to Michael's chagrin. She replied to Trent's email, confirming her interest in co-operating with Trent in reaching their goals. Obviously, she sent her email nine times because it was hugely important that Trent read her email. She didn't mind that, though. It gave her an excuse to send a fixed amount of copies of her emails and text messages to emphasise how serious she was. She was apathetic of how this made her come across to her peers; this didn't change their opinions about the CIT anyway.
Courtney was certainly looking forward to getting her way. So too was Trent. It was going to be awesome.
Well, for them, anyway.
So what do you guys think of the story so far? What do you think are Trent and Courtney's ambitions? Actually, ignore that last question. The title of the story obviously gave you guys a hint as to what their plans are. But don't let the title fool you. This fic is not parody of Rise of the Planet of the Apes. It's not even close to that film. Though Trent's number nine obsession does in fact play a significant role in the story, and religion and power also play important roles. But how do you guys think Trent and Courtney are going to achieve their ambitions? Feel free to leave your opinions in the reviews.
I'm definitely going to update Total Drama: Island Renewed and add two chapters to My Big Fat Creepy Roommate before I return to college at the end of the month. Expect another multi-chapter story from me as well. It could be up around next week.