Chapter One: The Arrivals!
Standing on an old, rickety dock at the Beaver Lake campgrounds was the host of the newest and hottest teen reality show on television Chris MacLean. The host was gelling his hair as a camera man was getting his shot ready. Finally, Chris gave him the thumbs up, indicating that he was ready to go live. The camera man counted down from five….four….three…two…one…GO!
"Hello viewers at home! I'm Chris MacLean and we're here at the Beaver Lake campgrounds where we've been given permission to host yet another season of Total Drama Island! This season, there are sixteen new campers that are hoping to achieve cheap tabloid fame, the title of the ultimate camper here at Beaver Camp, and a total grand prize of $100,00 (which they'll blow within a week is my guess). One by one, campers will be voted off the campgrounds at the bonfire ceremony, walk this dock of shame I'm standing on, and leave Beaver Camp…FOREVER! Never to return! This season promises to have more drama than before as well as more twists! Who will win the grand prize? What events will unfold this season? Will this season be good enough to renew my contract for a third season? You'll just have to watch because it's time to start TOTAL…DRAMA…ISLAND! BEAVER CAMP!
(Theme song plays)
Chris was standing at the edge of the dock, awaiting the first yacht with the first camper to appear. Within a few minutes, it pulled up to the dock. On board was a young lady with red hair that reached her waist and green eyes. She wore a short khaki skirt with brown leggings underneath it and a long sleeved white shirt under a green vest. She also sported gold flats.
"This is Kimberly Sanders!" Chris announced as he helped Kimberly off the boat. "Welcome to Beaver Camp!"
"Why thank you Christopher," Kimberly smiled.
"Umm…it's just Chris."
"Very well. As you wish," she replied as she made her way to dry land.
"Boy, you don't get much classier than that," Chris chuckled. He had little time to humor the moment as the next yacht had arrived.
A young man was standing on the edge of the yacht observing the island as he pulled up to the dock. He had messy, brown hair and emerald green eyes and barely stood six feet tall. His most outstanding feature was his AC/DC t-shirt, which the teen wore proudly with his white shorts and skater shoes.
"Zachary Martin! Glad you could make it bro!" Chris called out.
"Glad you chose me," Zachary answered as he came ashore.
"I just wanted to let you know that we chose you mainly because many of the producers of this show are major AC/DC fans!"
"I can live with that," Zachary shrugged as he headed over next to Kimberly.
Just then, the third camper was arriving to Beaver Camp. She was a smaller, skinnier girl with long, golden hair that was pulled into a ponytail and bangs hanging just above her chestnut-colored eyes. She sported a tight pastel green t-shirt with colorful overlapping squares in the middle design, dark jeans, and pink high-top converses.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the viewing world, I give you our very own artist, Marlie McMan!" Chris announced as Marlie made her way over to Chris.
"Thank you Chris," Marlie said. "To show you my appreciation for accepting me on this show, I painted this picture for you."
As she said this, she handed Chris a canvass of an abstract painting.
"What do you think of it?" she asked.
"It looks like something my three-year old niece made last week," Chris replied.
"WHAT WAS THAT?" Marlie demanded as she slapped the canvass out of Chris' hand and into the water, startling Chris in the process. "HOW DARE YOU! I POURED MY SOUL INTO THAT PAINTING FOR YOU AND YOU SAY THAT? YOU'VE GOT SOME NERVE!" With that, she stormed off to join Kimberly and Zachary.
"Sheesh…touchy," Chris mumbled.
"Who's touchy?" a smooth voice asked from behind Chris.
Chris turned around to see two boys standing there. One was over six feet tall and weighed 300 pounds of pure muscle. He had short, brown hair with blue eyes and he wore a black muscle shirt to show off his bulging arms with black pants and black army boots. The other boy was very different in appearance indeed. He was about 5 ½ feet tall and had little muscle. He had long, blonde hair with mischievous-looking green eyes. He had a black cowboy hat, a purple shirt, black pants, and black cowboy boots. They were standing side by side as if they were two of a kind.
"Russell Figgins and Carson Jacobs! Welcome to Total Drama Island dudes!"
Immediately after Chris finished, Russell began shouting furiously at Chris in the Russian language. When he finished, Carson grinned and spoke:
"Russell says that the competition best prepare themselves to be crushed by his overwhelming power and that this contest is his."
"Umm…okay…just go stand with the rest of the campers while the others arrive," Chris shivered.
Russell walked down the dock first as Carson followed. The other three campers shivered as they slowly backed away from Russell.
"Don't worry. He'll only attack when I tell him to," Carson laughed.
"Dude, were you born from a volcano or something?" Zachary asked as he stared up in awe at Russell.
Immediately, Russell began shouting Russian phrases to Zachary.
"He says that he's in no mood for talking," Carson explained when Russell finished yelling.
Zachary took the hint and remained silent.
"Campers, this is Lena Greene!" Chris called out as a young lady with straight brunette hair wearing a green sweatshirt, dark jeans, and green flip flops was walking towards the other five campers. The most striking feature about her was her piercing green eyes.
"Hi guys. I'm Lena!"
"A pleasure to meet you," Kimberly responded, holding her hand out to shake hers.
"I'm so excited to meet you all! I can't wait to get to know you!" Lena continued. "What better place to spend quality time with one another than out here in the great outdoors! Oh, I feel all tingly inside just thinking about it!"
Back on the dock, another yacht had just arrived. On it was a young man with no hair and deep sea blue eyes. He was about six feet tall and was very slim. This became more apparent when everyone saw that his clothes were three times larger than he was. His t-shirt was XXL. His jeans were extremely baggy and revealing his boxers. His black Nike's were a couple sizes too big. His red hat was tilted to the side. The chain he wore around his neck almost seemed to be weighing him down.
"Jason Crowley! Welcome to the island!"
"Yo! It's J-Dawg, fool!" Jason snapped back as he made a gesture with his hands.
"Uh, no. According to this contract, it's Jason Crowley," Chris replied, holding a piece of paper.
"Yo! Don't make me repeat it again, white-boy or I'll pop a can in yo rear!"
"Um…I wouldn't be talking dude," Chris chuckled. "Unless I'm mistaken, you're white too."
"On the outside, but I'm a brother at heart!"
"Umm…right. Whatever you say. I'll remember that. Go join the other campers."
Jason made another ridiculous hand-gesture as he strutted over to the rest of the campers.
Another yacht was arriving at Beaver Camp. On it was a young lady with sea foam green hair with pale green highlights. She was shorter than average, but she had a curvy, slender figure. She sported a purple tank top underneath a red hoodie with tiger stripes. Her jeans were orange with a glitter blue belt and indigo sneakers.
"Rayne Roux! Our fashion expert has arrived!" Chris announced as he helped Rayne aboard the dock.
"Wow! Such smooth skin," Chris commented.
"Thanks! It's the latest beauty creams that everyone uses nowadays. And it works like magic! Can you, like, believe it?"
"You know, if this doesn't work out for you, I might hire you for my make-up and wardrobe after the show's over!" Chris replied. Rayne chuckled as she joined the rest of the campers.
Arriving on the next yacht was a teenage boy with shaggy dark brown hair and blue eyes. He wasn't quite six feet tall and looked to be about average weight. He wore a brown suede jacket over a black t-shirt that looked like it had anime art on it with jeans. Under his right arm he had numerous types of manga comic books.
"Folks, this is Sam Brenton! Welcome to Total Drama Island, dude!"
"Thanks Chris," Sam replied.
"Well, well, well, I see you've brought some comic books along to pass the time," Chris said, pointing out the books under Sam's arm.
"What did you just say?" Sam asked, seeming annoyed.
"Uh, I said I see you brought some comic books along to…"
"COMIC BOOKS? THEY'RE NOT COMIC BOOKS! THEY'RE MANGA! GOD, I HATE WHEN PEOPLE MIX THE TWO UP! THERE IS A BIG DIFFERENCE BETWEEN COMIC BOOKS AND MANGA! LEARN THE DIFFERENCE AND STOP CONFUSING THE TWO ALREADY!" Sam hollered, slamming his backpack on the dock numerous times. Sam took a few deep breaths before finally calming down.
Chris, meanwhile, was cowering behind Russell along with Carson, Jason, Kimberly, and Rayne.
"Sorry about that," Sam chuckled as he trotted over to the others as though nothing had happened.
Sam stood next to Marlie, not noticing Marlie studying him intriguingly.
"Wow, I'm beginning to see a trend here with the art freaks," Chris grunted as he headed back to the end of the dock to greet the next camper.
A young lady with long, curly, honey-blonde hair, slightly-tanned skin, and an athletic figure had just stepped off her yacht. She had torn jeans, brown flip-flops, a white tank top, 3/4 length red shirt with white and black plaid and a brown cowboy hat.
"Jess Williams, welcome!" Chris called out.
"Thanks, dude!" Jess quirkily replied. "I'm, like, SO excited to be here!" With that, she raced over to the other campers, greeting each one as she passed them.
"Hey, dude. Nice to meet you. Oh, love the hair, dudette. Hey, chica! What's up, dude? Hi chick!"
"Well, I think we're going to get some high ratings with HER around," Chris chuckled.
Another yacht was approaching. Standing on the very edge of it over the railing was a teenage guy with short, dark-brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a red t-shirt and jeans that were ripped and muddy. His sneakers were pretty banged up too. Just as the yacht was about ten feet away from the dock, he jumped from the railing and barely landed on the edge of the dock.
"David Wheeler! Nice entrance bro!" Chris remarked as he gave the teen a high-five.
"Please, that's nothing compared to what I do on my bike!" Dave boasted.
"So I saw from your audition tape," Chris chuckled.
Not knowing what this meant, Dave shrugged it off and headed over to join the rest of the campers. He stood next to Jess, not failing to notice how pretty she looked. Jess noticed this and slightly blushed.
Coming off the next yacht was a young girl with blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She wore a light blue shirt with blue jeans and sandals. Just by looking at her, everyone fell in love with her. There was just something about her presence that made people like her.
"Maddie Parker…one look at you on that audition tape and I knew we had to have you on our show," Chris smiled.
"Um, thanks," Maddie replied as she made her way to the other campers. When she took her place amongst them, she noticed that slowly, they were all gathering around her, smiling at her. She felt a little uncomfortable with this, but ignored it for the time being.
The next yacht was pulling up to the dock. On board was a young man who was fairly short and skinny for his age. His hair was shaggy and brown and his eyes were green. He wore a red t-shirt over a white shirt and normal blue jeans. He was carrying a large, black backpack As the yacht came to a halt, the young man glanced around nervously as he slowly made his way ashore.
"This is Derek!" Chris announced. "Welcome to the island, bro."
"Um, thanks for having us," Derek whispered, not looking up at Chris.
"Us?" Chris asked. Just then, he noticed that Derek's pant pockets were moving. He yelped as he backed away.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you that I brought my best friend along with me," Derek explained as he pulled a rat out of his pocket. "This is LK. I hope you don't mind."
"No! Not at all! Just keep it away from me," Chris demanded as he directed Derek over to the other campers. Derek sighed as nervously walked over to the other campers.
Maddie watched as Derek slowly and unsurely stood next to her. For some reason, she felt sorry for him. But she thought it was cute how shy he was. Plus, his pet rat didn't seem that disturbing to her, unlike it was to others as they backed away from Derek as he stroked his rat.
Suddenly people snapped to attention as they heard loud rap music coming from the distance. On the next yacht was a Latina girl that stood a little over five feet tall and had a slender, curvy body. She had long, lack hair with a few pink highlights that could be made out from under her black toque and hazel eyes. She wore dark jeans with a bright pink tank top that had a skull, a rose, and the word "Mexico" spray painted on it. As the music played, the girl was wildly dancing to the beat, her head in the rhythm and not noticing anything else around her. When they boarded the dock, the driver had to shut the music off to snap her back to reality. Realizing where she was, she hopped off the boat and greeted Chris.
"Yo, Chris, mi amigo! What's up?"
"Angelica Medrano! Awesome moves sister! Welcome to Beaver Camp!"
"Gracias!" she replied as she made her way over to the other campers.
"Whassup chicos y chicas?" she asked.
"Oh great, a minor," Jason scoffed.
"What was that?" Angelica demanded. "I didn't hear anyone ask YOUR opinion, cracker!"
"I ain't no cracker! I'm J-dawg, the real deal!" Jason barked back.
"Bring if you're the real deal then homie!" Angelica shouted as Zachary and David held her back from pouncing of Jason.
"Ah, the drama's brewing already," Chris smiled as he watched this event take place. "I can smell those ratings coming from a mile away!"
While Angellica and Jason were still arguing, the next yacht carrying the next contestant arrived. This young man was just under six feet tall and looked to weigh about 130 lbs. He had medium length, dark hair with green eyes. He sported a white cargo vest over a blue t-shirt, faded blue jeans and red vans. He also had regular eyeglasses over his eyes and a black pinstripe fedora hat on his head.
"Kenny Yancy! Welcome to the show."
"Thanks for having me, man," Kenny replied, shaking Chris' hand. "So do you have any tough challenges planned out for us?"
"You know it, bro!"
"Perfect," Kenny grinned as he joined the rest of the campers.
Finally, the last yacht pulled up to the dock. The final contestant was an extremely tall girl. 7'8 to be exact. She weighed more, but she was extremely curvy…about right for someone that tall. She had black hair with orange highlights that ended at her shoulders and had deep chocolate brown eyes. She wore a black T-shirt that ends just a few inches below her breasts. She also wore jean caprice and red and white tennis shoes. Around her neck was a guitar pick that read "Alice Cooper Love"
"Finally, our last contestant, Katallia Dpizinksi!" Chris announced. "Welcome to the island, amazing Amazonian!" Chris chuckled.
"Oh, how sweet of you!" Katallia squealed. "Darn Canadians, how I love them so!" she added as she pranced over to the others, who were staring up at her in shock.
"Holy crap," Was all Kenny could say.
"Aye caramba!" Angelica whispered.
"Tsk! She ain't bad," Jason laughed.
"I hope you all like music! Because I brought along my guitar!" Katallia announced. "Oh my gosh, wait until you hear me sang Alice Cooper! You'll love it!"
"Alice Cooper?" Zachary asked, seeming interested. "Almost as good as AC/DC."
At that moment, Katallia glared at Zachary.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," she scoffed and faced forward.
"Okay! That's everyone!" Chris announced. "Campers! Welcome to Total Drama Island: Beaver Camp! Is everyone ready to begin the competition?"
All the campers cheered in anticipation and excitement.
"Good!" Chris grinned. "Because it's time for our first twist of the game!"
What will this unexpected twist be? Which of these campers will make it to the end of the game? Will they be able to go a whole month without killing each other? Will Chris get that raise he so desperately wants? Tune in next time to Total…Drama…Island! Beaver Camp!