Episode 1

The sun was shining over the pristine blue waters of Lake Huron, a delicacy still not touched by mankind. Overhead was an island, ancient as the earth it rests beneath, yet there was a sense of renewal to it as well. The birds chirped of new songs and whistles, the trees grew only taller and stronger, and resting at the foot of the island, there was a poorly-made dock, and two men: one small, and smiling, the other a gargantuan in comparison.

"Hey!" he cried out, smiling. He gestured for the camera to zoom into him, instead of the whole island. "Welcome, to Camp Wawanakwa, where history was made. Alliances were created and broken, relationships formed, and in the end, the unlikeliest of individuals, the underdogs, won the prize: bragging rights and proof that they were indeed better than everybody else!"

Chef rolled his eyes. "I seriously doubt any of them were here for bragging rights. They were here for the money."

Chris coughed loudly. He then took a look at Chef, and sighed. "Either way, we've got a whole new cast of eighteen campers, handpicked so that they would have just about nothing in common."

"Of course, some of these maggots have a few things in common."

"Chef, the viewers get the point-" Chris retorted. He flashed another smile at the camera. "Anyways, in a few moments, the campers will be arriving. And to make room for aftermath episodes, we also be expecting only eighteen contestants, instead of the norm of twenty-two. However, we are also reducing the number of contestants for another reason that we'll be talking about shortly."

"All I'm saying is, these kids are all the same - scrawny bags of hormones trapped with skin," Chef said.

"Regardless," Chris glared at him. "We still have a show to run, and limited air time, so..." He pulled out a small Walkie-talkie, and spoke into it. "Bring the first boat in ... What do you mean 'it sank'?"

Chris gulped, and looked at Chef for comfort. Chef, however, was just as horrified. The former pressed his ear against the device once more. "Schedule to bring in the second contestant, then. Chef," he said, turning his head. "You do know the contestants and their names, right?"

Chef nodded. "That was in my contract."

"Do you know whether a fellow named Saphire?" Chef nodded. "Can he swim?"

"I didn't need to know that; it wasn't part of my contract, fool..."

Chris once again gulped. "Fine. Let's just hope he can swim. More realistically, let's hope his contract covers death." And off in the distance, the revving of a boat was the only audible sound. Its shaped finally formed in the distance, and soon enough touched the dock.

Out of the inside of the boat's upper level popped a head. She looked around, expecting to see more people. "Am I the first one?"

"Yep!" Chris replied immediately.

"Well, technically, the first contestant's boat-" Chef began, but Chris elbowed him in the gut. He did not seem the slightest fazed by the hit, and glared at Chris. "Watch yourself, pretty boy."

"Aww," she muttered to them. "I was kind of hoping to be the last so I can make a stunning appearance."

"You can still do it anyways, to the camera," Chris suggested. This seemed to make her happier, and she nodded. The girl ran off the boat and onto the dock, facing the camera. At once, she raised her arms into the air.

"My name is Clarissa!" she announced, giving a smile. "Thank you, thank you," she, for some reason, began to bow, as if imagining claps from Chris and Chef.

(Confessional Cam)

Chef: "That's her 'stunning appearance'?"

But her entrance did reveal her facial features in much greater detail. Clarissa was fairly tall, at five-foot nine or so, and her lively blonde hair made itself into a bow. Her eyes were of an entrancing blue colour, and she only seemed to gleam in the sunlight. Most of her clothes - even her purse - was in pink, or a sister shade of it. She looked at Chef. "So, you're Chris, our host, right?"

"I am," Chris responded, and she turned.

"I think the other Chris has a better camera face than you," Clarissa responded, making both Chris and Chef sigh. And soon after Clarissa put her bags on the wooden planks of the dock, another boat came into sight. And on it, a male stood, looking at the island as the boat approached it. As the first boat left, his boat docked, and he stepped off.

"Daniel," he announced. Daniel was also tall, perhaps half-a-foot taller than Clarissa. The brown buzzcut and muscled body made him appear as though he was a drill sergeant, albeit far too young. His eyes were also brown, which strangely complimented his white-and-blue sweatshirt and dark blue pants. His left hand had a G-Shock watch, and his shoes were as well of a recognized brand: Jordans.

"Thought so," Chris muttered. "Anyways, welcome to Camp Wawanakwa, where you'll be staying for the remainder of this competition! As you can see, the camp has been recently cleaned up for the comfort of our campers, and now is completely safe for use, unless, of course, you go too far into the woods, where we'll be dropping Franklin the Ursus maritimus."

Clarissa and Daniel blinked, and simultaneously spoke: "What's that?"

"You'll figure it out soon enough," Chef said. "Chris and his stupid mind games..."

Daniel, in comparison to Clarissa, carried little in the form of luggage. A small bag attached to his back, filled with several items, such as tooth brushes, was all he had needed. "What do you have in there?" Daniel immediately asked - beside Clarissa were three pink suitcases that seemed to be ready to explode at any given moment. Clarissa simply shrugged.

"Is Pursus maritime one of those names you give to the really fancy European kids?" Clarissa asked, tilting her heads. "I don't think that's a very nice name to bring into Canada."

"Ursis maritimus," Daniel corrected her. "It's probably a rabid dog or something. Simple - we just stay out of the woods, and we won't need to figure out what it is."

"Good idea, Denny!"

Daniel blinked. "Denny?"

A third boat entered the dock while Daniel explained his name to Clarissa, who, at the same time, tried her hardest to commit his name to memory. The third boat carried another girl, this one not bothering to step off the boat and onto the dock. Instead, her emerald eyes kept focusing on her phone, and she continuously tapped the screen. She was short - much, much shorter than either Daniel or Clarissa, and her hair was also shorter than Clarissa's. Dirty blonde hair reached down to her shoulders. She wore a white dress shirt with a black sweater vest, coupled with a blue plaid school skirt.

"There's no Wi-Fi here, if that's what you're trying to get," Chris quipped. She looked up, and cried in frustration. [1]

"2013, and still no internet?" She looked around. "What's this rubbish? This place was supposed to be remodeled into a five-star resort. Hence, the Paradise in Total Drama Paradise."

"Inflation rates," Chris weakly answered. "And we didn't have a big budget to work with-"

Chef immediately interrupted: "Actually, Chris bought himself a gold-studded hot tub when he first received the budget, and then spent some more on a private helicopter, and then he-"

"Say any more and you'll be eating your own glob, instead of what we normally eat." Chef turned to face the host. Chris did not show any signs of uncertainty. Chef sighed, and kept his mouth closed.

"Do you know what Ursus maritimus is?" Daniel asked the girl, her hands still clutching at her phone.

She looked up to look Daniel in the eyes. "Thanks for asking for my name. It's Monica, by the way." She sighed. "And I don't know or care what Ursus maritimus is, because that's irrelevant to anything. But I'm pretty sure that's the Latin name for a bear. Let me text a friend for that... I think I have reception..."

Monica began to feverishly tap her phone until Chris snatched it away. "No contact with the outside world, or else you become disqualified! Didn't you read the contract?"

"It was in the terms of use section," Chef added. The host gave him a strange look, and Chef shrugged. "I needed something to read while waiting for these sacks of meat to show up."

"That's ********," Monica immediately responded.

Chris only cringed. "No swearing either! Sheesh; it's in your contract! Didn't any of you read this?" Daniel, Clarissa, and Monica all shook their heads. "Teens these days..."

"No, you don't understand - I need my phone back!" Monica said, trying to take it from Chris' hands.

"Not until I actually explain the rules, which will be right after all of the campers show up."

Monica uttered another swearword under her breath, which was, fortunately for the editing crew, inaudible. She went to stand next to Daniel, and he noticed that her hands were particularly fidgety without the phone. A fourth boat parked in. It carried another male, this one with a red shade of hair that nearly resembled orange styled in dreadlocks. His skin was of an extreme tan, making it appear brown, which matched his eye colour.

As the boat stopped to let him off, he took off his tinted sunglasses to properly inspect the island - and each of the contestants, giving a casual smile to all of them. "Rickie, right?" Chris asked. He nodded.

Rickie wore a red full-sleeved shirt and blue cargo pants, and once again glanced at the island, and in particular, the campgrounds. "I thought you were renovating this place, man."

"He was," Monica quipped. "But there wasn't enough of a budget, after Chris' makeup."

"Stop complaining, at least the island is safe again, without any toxic waste, or any of that stuff lying around," Chef retorted. "Kids these days..."

Rickie gave Chef a quick glance, and smiled. "I'm not complaining - just disappointed - that's all. And it's not too big of a deal, so we can manage." He took his only bag with him, and stood beside Monica.

Chris turned to smile at them, seeing the bored expression on their faces. "Look alive, campers! We've only got... fourteen more to go!"

(Confessional Cam)

Monica: "And so he said, 'Look alive, campers, we've only got fourteen more to go' and I'm wondering how this guy can keep the smile up... I just want to get to the challenges, or maybe sleep. Just hurry up already!... I intend to make it to the end, and I don' want to stay here any longer than I have to."

A fifth boat docked in. Indeed, the boy on it was sixteen, but he looked much younger, into his preteens or so. He was shorter than anybody else in the crowd but a noticeable amount with dirty blond hair sweeping from side-to-side. He had blue eyes, which somewhat matched his aqua-coloured skinny jeans, and on top he wore an orange shirt.

"Alright kid, get off the boat," Monica immediately said. The boy did just that, and looked around. "Stand where everybody else is."

"But what about my introduction? I had it all planned and everything, so-"

"That can wait later," she told him and she guided him over to the rest of the campers.

He looked annoyed, but did not say anything, except mumbling his name: "Jeremy," he said. "My name is Jeremy."

"What. Are. You. Doing?" Chris asked, taking his time with each word.

Monica gave him a glare: "Hurrying up, that's what."

The sixth boat arrived after a moment of Jeremy talking about his home life, including minor things, like his pet cat, Buddy. The sixth contestant to arrive was a girl with skin so pale she almost resembled a ghost, straight and dark brown hair with red bangs, and quite a bit of black makeup. She also wore a black shirt and skinny jeans of the same colour.

"L.B., I presume?" Chris asked. She remained silent, but nodded her head a few times to indicate a yes. She carried a small bag with her hands, and set it down beside her.

"My name is Jeremy," the boy said, outstretching his hand. She looked at him suspiciously, and shook it after a few moments.

L.B. took a good glance at the island as a whole, and its natural beauty, but at the same time, she seemed unhappy from seeing the wooden cabins off in the distance, instead of the nicer buildings she was promised. "You're a jerk," she pointed to Chris.

"It's a budget issue," Chris immediately said. "We don't have the money, but just be glad that we still have the prize money available: one million big ones!"

Some of the contestants cheered slightly at the thought of winning, and others smiled. The seventh boat stopped by the dock, but only for a second. As another male was trying to get off, the boat suddenly began to speed up again, making him trip off and fall onto the dock. Jeremy and Clarissa cringed. He, however, was not hurt, and got up quickly, although he did look quite spiteful of the boat driver for doing that.

"Welcome, Adam, glad you could make it!"

He looked around, and smiled. "My, my, I'm quite glad you took the liberty of cleaning up the island - and to be honest, I like the campgrounds better than a resort, even if some may disagree with me." Adam grimaced. "That boat driver you hired does not deserve a job. Saw a dozen beer bottles on his desk while he was taking me here." He paused for a moment. "Just a suggestion, of course. You can always talk to him about it. Everybody deserves the right to work."

"Agreed," Daniel called out. "I've been trying to get a summer job for a while now, but nothing! That's why I'm here."

Rickie smiled: "Same here!"

"Well, I was talking about making a living, but I suppose summer jobs work as well."

"Wait, Denny," Clarissa said. "Why are you trying to make money off of this when you only have a one in twenty chance of winning?"

Everybody seemed confused by this. "Who's Denny?" one voice asked. A few wondered other things: "Where did you get twenty from if there are only eighteen of us?"

"Wait, by Denny, are you talking about - what's his name... Daniel?" L.B. asked. Clarissa seemed confused.

(Confessional Cam)

Daniel: "And in that sudden attack of questions, I could not raise my voice loud enough to actually say anything, so I didn't."

Adam simply shrugged, not caring about that. He went to introduce himself more personally to a few of the contestants who seemed nice, like Jeremy, and also had a few words with Chris about the current state of the island. And then came another boat. And on it was a female, with strawberry blonde hair that flowed downwards, and she herself was quite tall as well.

"Brianna," Chris called out once people figured out who "Denny" was. She looked up right after stepping onto the dock.

"Call me Bri," she said. Bri wore a blue blouse with a white cardigan, jean-shorts, and sandals. Her glasses were rather thin, and her blue eyes wandered, looking for something - someone, perhaps. The person she was looking for was clearly not there, as she sighed and walked to where the others were.

"Are you looking for someone?" Rickie asked. "Maybe I can help you."

Bri only shook her head. "I'm looking for a friend - we both signed up for Total Drama. I guess he's not here yet. Anyways, I'm Bri," she said, outstretching her hand. Rickie shook it firmly.

"I'm Rickie." And so the two of them talked, passing the time, and others quickly started conversing among themselves.

The next boat scheduled was late, and by quite a bit. It also carried a girl, this one having brown caramel hair that reached her shoulder, and she gave a smile. "I'm Olivia." Her hazel eyes scanned the area, and she frowned. "I kind of expected to get scammed into believing this would now be a resort." Olivia shifted her eyes to Chris. "You're Chris, right?"

"In the flesh!... why are you looking at me like that?"

Olivia smiled. "You look different than the pictures I see of you in the tabloids I read. They usually photoshop you next to Chef, and write articles suggesting that the two of you have a secret romance."

"Liar," Chris flushed a bright red. "I'm in a relationship-"

"With Chef," she quipped, and everybody snickered.

"No! I have a girl back home and everything! And... I may or may not keep track of my publicity in tabloids, so I do know that you're lying."

Olivia shrugged, and looked around. Everybody's eyes were on her. "Hotaku Daily is the one that suggested such a thing. I know they have a website where you can contact them, but it's pretty tough to find."

Chris flushed once more, and whispered into Chef's ear something inaudible. The cook immediately began running into the woods.

(Confessional Cam)

Olivia: She was gripping onto her waist, and laughing. "I don't actually read tabloids, and I'm also pretty sure that Hotaku Daily is not the name of a one anyway." Olivia paused. "Truth be told, I just wanted to get revenge on Chris for lying about the paradise thing."

A short while afterwards, Chef came back, and whispered something into Chris' ear. Chris' face turned a light shade of red. "I don't appreciate being made a fool of," he said sternly, glaring at Olivia.

She, however, smiled. "Neither do I."

And then another boat came. He was a tall, well-kept man, with jet-black hair kept in a fauxhawk, and a semi-muscular build. But, his body shape was not well-hidden by his black vest buttoned halfway upwards, and a black tie over a plain white shirt. His blacks slacks were kept with a silver belt, and he had brown shoes coupled with it. Indeed, he was clearly dressed too warmly for summer, but he did not seem to mind. "Meet... Dustin!" Chris called out.

His glasses had a black rim to them and of a popular brand name, just like his watch. L.B. spoke: "You overdressed. You really overdressed."

Dustin shrugged. He held up his bag, and smiled at her - an earnest smile, one that makes anybody feel warm inside. "I see that now - but I have other clothes here, which I will change into soon enough."

"No, but she's right," Bri added. "Your clothing must be worth a fortune - and if that shirt becomes snagged in a tree-"

He pulled slightly at the fabric of his vest. "It's cheap material, and I decided to look nice. Believe me, it's much cheaper than it looks. Aside from the Rolex watch, anyways. I saved up for a few months for that." Bri reluctantly nodded. "But, please, I don't want to have a particularly large introduction, as some of you may have had. I'm Dustin Rivers-"

Olivia called out. "I also have that last name!"

Dustin smiled. "Good to hear; but we're probably not related in any way, considering how many people have that surname-"

"Do you have an aunt named Mariah, by any chance? She's puffy... large glasses? In her fifties?" she asked.

He could not help but laugh. "Huh - I guess we are related. I'll talk to you later about that, as you might know some cousins I haven't met up with in a long time. Anyways, I'm Dustin." He paused, appearing to have forgotten what to say. Instead, he just walked silently towards Olivia.

Atop the next boat was another male, with curly brown hair cut short, blue eyes, and a scruffy goatee. Although a little on the chubby side, he did well to conceal it, and wore a long-sleeve purple shirt with dark blue jeans, black sneakers, and eyeglasses. Around his neck was a silver skull necklace.

"Hey, I'm Maury," he said, waving as he got off the dock. He carried with him a single briefcase - although it seemed ready to explode at any minute. "For my introduction, I'd like to talk - no, sing - about myself-"

Chef grunted. "Nobody actually did that. You'll be making yourself look like a fool."

Maury smiled: "I have no doubt, that in the course of this game, we're all going to be acting like fools, running around like headless chickens, all for the grand prize. Anybody not willing to do that won't win, I can tell you that."

(Confessional Cam)

Rickie: "That dude's actually got a point, I guess."
Dustin: "Yeah... no. I'm not going to act like a fool, largely because I'm not brain-dead."

"And I want to make it far, largely because I need the publicity. I'm hoping to make it to the big screen. So, yes, I am, indeed, going to act like a fool."

Before Maury could begin his introduction, another boat arrived. She was pale as a ghost, red hair that seamless flowed downwards from the bandanna headband. She was tall, with long legs completely concealed by her red skinny jeans. Her shirt was blue, but mostly covered up by a leather jacket.

"Ladies and gentleman... Dorothy!" Chris announced. She took eyeglasses from her right pocket and put them on to give a glare at Chris.

"I told you already, my name is Faith," she said.

Chris scowled. "You didn't actually mention anything about having a weird nickname in your application, so don't act like I'm doing something wrong." He eyed the other contestants. "So many of you have eyeglasses. You need to preserve your eyesight; go outside and get a tan or something."

Faith immediately interrupted. "I have perfect vision. There is no actual glass in here," Faith said, poking her finger through one of the eyepieces to prove it. "I'm wearing glasses as an accessory before they become popular."

"Interesting..." one voice went out. A few people turned around to seen Maury stroking what little of a goatee he had. "Interesting indeed..."

(Confessional Cam)

L.B.: "So she's that kind of person."
Adam: "I honestly don't mind if she's attempting to separate herself from the rest of society because we're too 'mainstream', I suppose. Let her believe what she wants, as long as it's not hurting anyone else."
Maury: "Kind of disappointed that I couldn't make my intro. But whatever; having a complete hipster to secretly make fun of is so much better! I've learned so many jokes after the years. I think I've got this: how do you drown a hipster?" Maury paused, waiting for the punchline. "Put them in the mainstream!... no?"

Rickie and Bri laughed. "And so the dude pulled out a knife on me, telling me to give him my wallet, and I'm like, 'Dude, chill, want to grab something to eat?' and he's just looking at me like, 'What?'" the former explained, while Bri nodded. "And then I'm all like, 'Come on, let's go.'"

"And then?"

"We found a hot dog stand nearby and had two each, splitting up the cost. I told him the story of another guy who tried to mug me named Tom, and we laughed, and we even went to see a movie the following day. And that's how I met my best friend, Sam. What 'bout you? Any stories you know?"

Bri nodded. "It's a long one, though. If we get the time, I'll tell you." She turned her head to face Chris. "Chris?" The host turned his head. "Are we being put into two teams?"

He shrugged, "Something like that, I suppose. And don't ask about choosing your teams either - I've got them picked out. But I need all of the contestants to be here before I announce the teams, and one bloke named Sapphire might not show up because his boat driver is running late-"

A hand sudden appeared on the deck, and everybody gasped, and most backed away. "I knew this island is cursed!" one voice said. And then a second hand latched onto the rotting wood, and slowly but surely, a man pulled himself up, red in the face, as he looked around to find Chris.

"That boat was not running late! It sank, and only because your driver was drinking and hit a rock!" he yelled.

Adam chuckled, "Hey, my driver was also drinking-"

The green-haired boy snapped his head toward Adam's. "I wasn't talking to you. Chris," he said, in a low, menacing voice. "Remember my name? It's Sapphire. You'd do well to remember that, considering I'll bring you up to court for not even sending a rescue boat for me!"

And just then, a tall, African-Canadian came running from beyond the campgrounds, dressed in a suit that has long sleeves, a white dress shirt under a red argyle sweater vest along with a pair of khaki slacks, black socks, and brown loafers. He also wore a yellow bow on his neck and a tweed flat cap that hides his somewhat large afro. "Chris," he said, running up to the dock, panting, with a coffee in one hand and a bag of donuts in the other.

"I brought the donuts and coffee, like you said. And I also took the liberty of calling up the rescue boat for the unfortunate loser who got stranded on a rock." He looked around, seeing perhaps more than dozen campers his age, but none quite as dressed as him. And then he saw Sapphire, soaking wet, and raging. "I - I take it you're the unfortunate loser who got stranded on a rock."

Chris gave him a quick glance, "Rupert, that'll be it for now. No, seriously, run. Sapphire looks like he's about to explode."

Instead, Sapphire gave a long stare at Rupert, then Chef, and finally Chris. "I'll see you in Hell," he pointed at the latter. "But before that, I'll also see you in court."

(Confessional Cam)

Adam: "Yeah, Sapphire did act kind of like a total jerk to all of us, especially me, but I guess he's just ticked off about getting stranded on a random rock for who knows how long. Or perhaps he's normally a jerk, and karma is working in advance, punishing him for deeds he hasn't yet done."
Bri: "Yeah, if I had green hair, I'd hate myself too."

Nobody stood next to the drenched Sapphire, and as he moved in the middle of the crowd, everybody else sidestepped. This only made him grunt louder. But, another boat came, this one holding a girl dressed for success, like Dustin or Rupert (the former anxiously holding his bag of clothes, waiting for Chris to allow him leave in order to change into something more casual.

"Genevive, I presume?" Chris asked. She gave a casual nod to him, and gave a quick hello to him. Genevive was also African-Canadian, and like Dustin and Rupert, she too was dressed for success (although Dustin seemed eager to chance into more appropriate clothing for a summer day). Genevive wore a white-collared prep shirt with a brand name, sea blue sweater vest over it. She also had beige capri pants and gold-coloured shoes. Despite her sunglasses obscuring the other camper's view of Genevive's eyes, many still felt uneasy under her glare. She held her nose up, and did not dignify any of them with an introduction, almost as if she was better than them.

Genevive simply stood next to Dustin, undoubtedly because his attire made him look quite rich, even though he claimed he was not.

Another boat arrived by the time everybody had finished their conversations. Chris smiled; he could recognize the face easily, even from a small distance. "Oliver, how's it going?"

As Oliver looked around, he smiled. "I'm good. Wait... why are there campgrounds? Wasn't this supposed to be a resort or something?"

"Long story," Monica quipped. "Welcome home."

"Well, I, personally quite like it," he said, walking towards the others. He carried a small bag on his back. "There's a certain thrill of having nature, from diving down waterfalls, rock climbing-"

"Encountering bears and other creatures that want to maul you," Olivia replied, using the same tone that Oliver had used. "Apparently there's an Ursus maritimus, which is a species of bear."

"Yeah - encountering bears in the wild. Of course, as long as you run faster than the bear, or the person next to you, you'll be fine," Oliver said. A couple of the more "sensible" people sighed.

(Confessional Cam)

Monica: "He'll survive three weeks before getting crippled. I'm calling it now."
Genevive: "The boy doesn't have enough sense to take a skateboarding helmet off when he's a dock. On an island. And he didn't bring a skateboard, so I'm assuming that's his fashion. I pity the boy for being uneducated, poor people truly are like cavemen. Only they aren't as fit."

Oliver was Caucasian, with blue eyes and short and straight black hair, most of which was hidden by the grey skateboarding helmet he wore, and of a medium size. He wore a black shirt covered with flame graphics, blue jeans, and white sneakers.

"Why are you wearing a skateboard helmet if you didn't bring a skateboard?" Jeremy asked.

Oliver shrugged. "I guess it symbolizes me, in a way, and how often I do stunts."

"I don't believe in labels," Faith commented. "Nobody can be described using symbols, or names, we are all too unique for that to happen."

(Confessional Cam)

Maury: "If that doesn't scream hipster, I don't know what does. I swear, when people say they can't be labelled, they actually mean, 'I'm a hipster, don't you know that?'"

And another boat docked in, almost immediately after Oliver's had left. The girl aboard was five-foot five, with light brown wavy hair that stopped at her shoulders. "Dana, arriving second last," Chris commented as she stepped off. Dana had light green eyes, and a mixture between being skinny and curvy, with some muscle at her arms. She wore a dark green tank top with "CHEER!" written in black, blue ripped jean shorts, and black vans.

"Hi, my name's Dana," she introduced herself, putting her two pieces of luggage down. "I've been living in British Columbia for the past year, although I am moving back to California once the summer is done. But for now, I'm a cheerleader, and hope to prove valuable to any team."

"A cheerleader, huh?" Maury commented. "Interesting..."

(Confessional Cam)

Maury: Maury sat there, praying. "Please be on my team, please be on my team, please be on my team..."
Adam: "Honestly, I feel that Clarissa already fits into the cheerleader type; I think that this might be pandering to the male audience a little too much... but that's just my opinion, of course."

Dana stood beside the other campers, beside Sapphire, who had also moved there. She, however, was not aware of the menacing glances Sapphire gave her when she turned to look the other way. And Maury was on the other end of the crowd, but subtly made his way through, midst the "Watch out!" and "Excuse me!" that occurred, until he stood at the other side, near Dana.

The second last boat arrived. It carried a tall, lean girl with blonde pigtails and hazel eyes. She wore a black coat with a hoodie, underneath a yellow shirt with the thunderbolt symbol, and shorts. [2]

"Welcome, Armene," Chris muttered. "You're the second last person... so good luck with figuring out everybody's names."

Arlene was clearly not amused by this. "You should learn them first. My name is Arlene."

"Arlene, Armene, who cares?" Daniel asked. "At least you don't have people calling you Denny."

"I care." She glared between everybody. "Chris, you lied. You lied about the-"

"Resort, but the cabins are still nice!" Chris gestured towards the cabins in the main area, just off in the distance. "They are reasonably nice, I guess..."

The last boat finally arrived. Aboard was a boy, with buzzed light-copper hair with small sideburns, and jade eyes.

"Stephen, you arrived 'fashionably late'", Chris gave a smile. Stephen rolled his eyes. He was pretty tall and lanky, and wore a green baseball shirt, cerulean blue jeans, and black baseball cleats.

"Not my fault that you hire drunk drivers," he retorted. "I'm pretty damn sure I saw the wreck of one of the boats on the way here."

Sapphire grinned, his facial expression wicked. "And now I have a witness. Chris, when I take you to court, you'll be done for!"

(Confessional Cam)

Stephen: "Be warned, this place smells pretty bad, so I probably won't be using this anytime soon. But the confessional booth - outhouse - thing does have a certain... history to it, I guess."
Arlene: "If I don't win, I'll probably hire a lawyer to sue Chris for fake advertising - but I'll win, so it doesn't matter."

"Two, four, six, eighteen..." Chris quickly counted the number of campers. "Alright, we have the whole bunch here! You know what that means?"

"I can quickly leave and get changed?" Dustin asked. Chris shook his head. Instead, the host smiled, and brought up a camera. "The dock would probably break or something if everybody just stood at the side. I say let's just take the photo in front of the cabins."

"Nonsense," Chris replied with the wave of a hand. "Here is perfectly fine, and Chef placed a beam under that side of the dock so it could support all of us. That's right, I'll be in the picture too!" He walked towards the crowd, and fit himself in front of everybody else. "Rupert, take the camera."

The intern sighed, and fiddled around with it. "I need to adjust the light settings... you know, it was an awful idea to put the beam there; it should have been on the other side, and the camera would not be looking at the sun..."

"Get on with it," Stephen muttered. "None of us care about the picture, most of it is Chris anyways." A few campers snickered. Chris turned around for a glare, just as Rupert took the photo. Chris yelled for a second picture, this one with everybody giving a smile to the camera. Chef, seeing no point in staying, went to the mess hall.

"Hold on," Rupert commented. He tilted the camera upwards. "I couldn't get all of Daniel's head in the shot, so I'll just stand back..." the camera went into a sudden flash, and he gave a cheesy grin. "Sorry." And finally, on the fourth try, he did get the picture perfectly. Chris reached for the camera, but Rupert held it back. "That'll be a hundred dollars for my photography services, in accordance to my contract you signed, which stated I get twenty-five for each picture you ask me to take." Chris appeared shock for a moment, and then began to grumble, handing over a single bill, and took the camera, wearing its strap around his neck.

Chris walked towards the campsite, with many of the other contestants following behind. Eventually, they made it just outside the cabins, and Chris stopped, and turned. "Now is when you'll know your teammates. And the surprise this season..." he waited for a dramatic pause. "There will be three teams of six! Gotcha there, didn't I?"

"Not really," Olivia retorted.

The host gave her a glare. "Anyways, if I call your name, stand on my right. My right. Or your left, I suppose." He paused. "Clarissa and Daniel."

Daniel sighed, but Clarissa cheered. "Denny, we're even on the same team!"

Chris continued. "Rickie, Adam, Monica, and Arlene. All six of you are one team. You all have to agree to a team name, and your name must be a colour.

(Confessional Cam)

Rickie: "Man, my team's pretty sweet, I guess. I'm strong, Daniel - or Denny, or whatever - is strong, everybody else seems kinda smart, aside from Clarissa, but hey, at least she's nice."

Adam looked around, and the six of them got into a huddle. "Alright, remember," he said. "The colour we choose sets the tone - the culture of this team, so let's think this through, without any uncertainties-"

Clarissa cheered. "Team Pink!"

"Alright, that was pretty quick," Chris observed. "Alright, Team Super Duper Manly Pink, you are now one of the teams in this season!" A few cries of disappointment from Team Pink were mixed in with laughter from the remaining contestants.

"Why?" Monica asked, pointing at Clarissa. "We told you to think this through!"

"Too late now," Arlene muttered.

Chris could not help but laugh himself. "Alright, alright. If I call your name, stand on my left. Or your right. So... Dustin and Oliver..." Both of them shrugged, and went to their team's side. "Bri, Stephen, Faith, Genevive. The six of you are one team. Like Team Masculine over there," he motioned to Team Pink, "you all have to choose a colour."

The six of them huddled into a small circle, and Oliver spoke: "I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't really want to a shade of pink, or anything else similar. I'd say green, or red, maybe."

Dustin shook his head. "Green is more of a colour that people associate with jealousy, or envy. I'd say blue."

"I second that," Genevive added. "Actually, bad idea, if we're using colours to represent ourselves. Blue is typically associated with calmness, and in challenges, that doesn't really help fire me up."

"Why not gold?" Bri recommended. "It's the colour associated with success, and victory."

"I'd agree to that," Stephen said. "But I think green would be better. But I'm still okay with gold."

"So it's agreed?" Bri asked. Everybody nodded.

"Alright," Faith called out to Chris. "We'd like to be called Team Icterine." Chris nodded.

Everybody sighed, and one person cried out, "Why not just Team Gold?"

"Gold is too mainstream."

"Too late now, I guess," Chris shrugged. "Alright, Team Hipster-Styled Gold, you are the second team of Total Drama Paradise!" He looked at the remaining six contestants. "Alright, our third team. Sapphire, L.B., Olivia, Jeremy, Dana, and Maury. Please step forward and prepare to choose a colour."

As they stepped forward, Dana felt Maury enthusiastically touching her elbow with his. Maury continued to walk forward, but Dana stopped, disgusted.

(Confessional Cam)

Maury: "YES! My prayers are answered! Most people see me as gay because I do theater, but little do they know that I am actually quite the ladies' man. Dana is just playing hard to get."
Dana: Dana sat there, praying. "Please vote him off first, please vote him off first, please vote him off first..."

"Alright, we all agree not to choose a stupid colour, like pink or a yellow knockoff, right?" Sapphire asked. "Let's choose blue."

"And why do you get to choose?" L.B. asked. "Black is better."

"I don't think black is right," Jeremy commented.

"Why not blue? I think it works pretty well," Dana added.

"I agree with Dana." As Maury spoke, Dana rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Blue is the best."

"Chris!" Olivia called out. "We'd like to be Team Blue."

Chris nodded. "Real original... real original indeed. Alright, Team Manly Pink, Hipster Gold, and Unoriginal Blue, please drop your bags on the ground. They're perfectly safe here." The entire cast did as they were told, and Chris moved ahead towards the mess hall.

"What's that?" Jeremy pointed towards a helicopter flying low above the island, and attached to its rails was a wooden crate, which was lowered into the forest."

"Inside the crate is Franklin, my Ursus maritimus, otherwise known as the polar bear. An endangered species, very few of them have seen humans at all, and Franklin is arguably the largest polar bear in the Arctic - or one of the largest, and he is by no means a stranger to humans. Not only is he starving at any given time, but he also has a history of mauling any and everything he sees. So, if you do see Franklin, you best run - but he'll run faster, just a heads up."

"Polar bears are endangered," Adam interrupted. "You can't bring it into a new land for your own gain" Chris shook his head. "I'm serious, it's against the law and you know it. I'm calling the R.C.M.P.." He took his phone out, and prepared to dial the numbers.

"No phones allowed regardless!" Chris snatched it away. "Seriously. But since we're on that topic, I'll go over the rules before we begin our first challenge that determines which cabin you'll be staying in. Firstly, no technology allowed," he gave a quick glance at Monica, who kept her glare on him. "If you are found with technology not issued by Chef or me, you are instantly disqualified from the competition. Secondly, we are legally bound to provide you with a minimum of two thousand calories worth of food each day, most in the form of Chef's glob, but you are also to receive a piece of fruit each day as well. Anything other foods you may want, particularly sweets, will be issued in rewards to challenges."

And speaking of challenges, what's the first one?" Rickie asked.

"That will be later. And thirdly, since there are three teams, the winning team will win both immunity and a reward of my choice. The team in last place will not gain a reward, but sends someone home, and the team in the middle gains immunity, but no reward. And fourthly, you are forbidden to plot with any of the staff members, no matter what."

"Is there an end?" one voice cried out.

"Yes. Fifthly, and you all know this already, one cabin is the boys of a particular team, and the other cabin is for the girls of that same team. You're not mixing that up."

(Confessional Cam)

Jeremy: "Wait, so if there are three teams, why are there only two sets of cabins?"

Now that we have all of that stuff out of the way, time for our first challenge!" A few contestants grinned as Chris announced that. "After this commercial break!"

END EPISODE 1, PART 1

Team Pink: Clarissa, Daniel, Rickie, Monica, Adam, Arlene

Team Icterine: Dustin, Oliver, Bri, Stephen, Faith, Genevive

Team Blue: Sapphire, L.B., Maury, Dana, Olivia, Jeremy

Author's Notes:

As you might have guessed, by the end I just wanted to finish this chapter, largely because it was pretty boring to write about. Blah, introductions are always boring. Next challenge will be pretty interesting, and I'm excited about the twist that will arrive at the end.

And of course, some characters did receive more screen time than others, but, I'm hoping to change that soon enough.

Of course, I do want to make this fun for you, the reader, so I'd ask that you stay committed with this story, in the form of voting (if I decide to have readers vote via PM) but generally reviewing, as that's the only real way for me to know that you are reading, and that the screen time that your character is getting isn't going to waste, when it could be going to people who actually do read. So, I do ask you, stay active. Whether you check every three days or something (I probably won't be updating that fast, EVER) or placing this story on your favourites or alert list, please stay up-to-date. If I notice a person has stopped reading this story, their character will probably be voted off, since it's not fair that a person who actively reads this story the day it updates would have their character voted off in the first five chapters.

Anyways, there are four villains in this series, which does seem kind of overkill, but at the same time, it does create quite a bit of suspense, as one of the antagonists finally comes on top and trumps the other three. Although I would be seeking to keep at least two "bad guys" for the merger.

And about sexuality: I'm assuming that if you did not mention your character's sexuality, I assume them to be straight. And I still haven't mapped out any character relationships whatsoever.

Some people sent in more than one character, but generally, I did choose only one, largely because people who send two tend to make it so that they would react mostly with each other. And I don't want that. I want the characters of different authors to react, so that's why I only accept one character.

Stay awesome!