A/C: Reviews make me happy! THANK YOU FOR THE ONE REVIEWER WHO REVIEWED MY LAST CHAPTER I LOVE YOU. YOU WERE THERE FOR ME WHEN TIMES WERE HARD /shot! You saw Kyle's goal to win the show, Stan's goal to win the show...BUT WHAT ABOUT KINNY? It's obvious pssshh. Thanks a lot for you reviewing! I didn't add much detail in the last chapter because I didn't get motivated or something.

WARNING: Suggestive stuff, well it's Kenny's POV and language of...DOOOOOMmm!

South Park belongs to Matt and Trey. Not by me!


THIS IS KENNY'S POV NOW

Chapter 3

A man of lust, power, and cheap cigarettes. That's who I am, my name is Kenny McCormick, well-my full first name is Kenneth but my friends and most of the people I know call my Kenny. Who am I exactly? ...I don't consider myself a normal regular human, more like the teenager who got killed severely as people don't really know that I was dead. The last time I got murdered was when I was transported to soccer practice with Kyle and somehow a large lavender car ran over me, when I saw a flashy signal-I find myself laying on my cheap plastic bed. I gave up the act of Mysterion when I was practically 13 years old.

Now-how can I explain to myself why I was here? Ah yes, being carried away by a helicopter is bad enough, I'm now wondering if I should fall and suicide or rather keep up this act. I'm eager though, sitting next to Bebe and Heidi. Holy shit that's so awesome, I wonder which girl I should bang first, I studied Bebe's large breasts-crap I forgot she got the largest of them all...D cup? Or F cup?

Bebe took a quick glare to my eyes, her bright crystal eyes had a dark glint as she scoffed and proceeded to produce her fake clown makeup on her pale dainty cheeks. Should I go for it? Her tits streamed in my brain, oh god. I have to squeeze those large eggs plastered on her tight chest.

"I only went here because I can shop for shoes and dump Clyde when I get the money." Bebe said, her nose in the air-acting as if she was the bitch of the world.

I nodded, really. I didn't give a flying fuck. But-to please girls...all you have to do is nod and repeat everything she says.

"Dump Clyde and shop for shoes.." I imitated.

"Exactly." She replied, is it me or did I see a tiny grin?

Now, not including my love life, I have 2 best friends...and a fatass. Kyle's a real pal, but I sometimes think he's a bit too sensitive, Stan's regular-but a bit too boring. And me? I was the one who got 6 girlfriends, all to bed. Then later on-dumped. Bebe was a tough challenge though, but her tits urged me to be determined.

And where am I exactly? Cartman gave every single one of us a thin slip of paper-with our so called partner's names. I got Token, crap. He's a fucking rich dick, he didn't seem so pleased either...his eyes narrowed a glare and went back to listening his god damn golden rich platinum apple iPod. Cartman explained us to keep track of our partners since it's 'giving an advantage'.

I could tell that fat crap got his money all shoved in his head, he's worse then Token really.

"No, no! We didn't copy Total Drama Island, don't sue me! Your show is hella worse, it's animated fuck and this is reality! Learn the fucking difference. I don't care if you're going to have different lawyers, who gives a god damn fuck?..." I could hear Eric arguing over copyright claims, and loud sobs produced by Clyde.

"WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS?" Screamed the crybaby Clyde.

"Shut up Clyde." Snapped Bebe.

"Aren't you my girlfriend Bebe?"

"I can't hear my god damn rich platinum hip hop. " Complained Token.

"Will everyone be quiet?" Asked Stan.

"Stan? Why aren't you next to me?" Wendy inquired, her soft palms pressing to an empty seat located to the right of his tits.

"I know I came here to buy more crack, I mean candy!" Towelie said.

"This helicopter is fucking loud. Stupid Justin Bieber and Willow Smith wannabe's." Said the Curly Goth.

"TIMMEH!"

Words and words were clogged in my eardrums, it sounded as if 22 elephants all packed in one room while riding bicycles. I was extremely squeezed by Bebe and Heidi, though my face was almost reaching her giant boobs. Me likey.

Kyle stood up at his cushioned seat and proceeded to clap his hands.

"WILL EVERYBODY SHUT THE HELL UP?" He screamed.

After a long three hour passed, a silent awkward moment which was accomplished by the one and only Kyle-we arrived. Madagascar. Oh the bright palm trees cascading over large grey rocks as if it was paradise. The hazel coconuts swayed to the beat of the strong winds, it looked as if it was gently dancing with the breeze, sun rays whispered to me all sexy like to unhood my orange jumpsuit. Is this supposed to be survival or vacation? Because going here seems like heaven, now all I need is million sexy chicks and it'll be perfect. I continued to keep silent and stare at the white sandy grains which topped over my plastic sandals. As soon as we landed, the helicopter drifted off and left us alone. Thomhas zoomed in our reactions, I have to admit-Kyle's was the funniest. His face all scrunched up, with a dark red blush over his pale cheeks, Stan laughed as he saw Kyle's tomato face.

"This isn't funny! I didn't agree to be dying here!"

"Ay! Go do something, I'm going to mah secret hideout place while Thomhas watches you suffer. We have cameras put over ….ay! Dogpoo! Stop shitting on the sand! That's fucking gross!" Exclaimed Eric. Dogpoo hissed as he jumped in the saltwater...is he dead?

"Alright Dogpoo was eliminated. You're mission is to not go insane-or you're eliminated. Ha! I could of made you die but the the lawyers said that when you get eliminated, a helicopter picks you up and makes you wander to a crazy therapist...have fun-not!" Snickered Cartman as his smirk grew every second.

I have a feeling I'm going to die. Red screamed in horror. "You mean, no makeup? No MTV?" She whined.

"I'm going to be working by myself, I don't care if I have a partner."

"Bu-but Craig. Gee I'm your partner." Stuttered Butters.

I decided to make the best of it and head over to Token.

"Hey dude." I said.

"Don't talk to me." He replied.

"Stop being a rich asshole! Sooner or later you're god damn rich platinum objects will be gone!"

He blocked off my noise as he stuck his headphones to his dark ears. I'm certainly poor, and he's god damn platinum rich. Poor and rich does not mix well together. I could see Kyle talking over his obnoxious cousin, and it was such a coincidence that Stan and Wendy were both partners...if only I would get a girl as my partner.

"SHIT! I forgot to -FUCK-tell you -ASSHOLES-to fill out this -CRAP-journal!" Thomhas dropped his camera and held out 22 journals. So I'm supposed to fill this out? Alright then. Wait-a pencil, I need a fucking pencil.

"Where's the pencil?" I inquired.

"FUCK-here!" Thomhas held out a long stick. Was that a fucking pencil? Whatever.

DAY 1

I don't consider this a faggy diary. I'm questioning myself why I want to write this. Anyways, I have Token as my partner. I hate him already, we don't get along and he's being such a rich dick. I can see his god damn rich golden platinum pen he's scribbling on. Curse him. Why can't I be as rich as him? And, well-since he's rich it's a major turn on for girls. That's why he was at the top for the cutest boy list (can't even believe I remember that when I was 10). I think I might die sooner or later, because well-survival is not exactly my point of view. I just want to win the cash, and buy some major cash. Wait-can you buy money for money? Curse my poor skills. I hate Cartman, I can write it 78 times but

I

HATE

HIM.

Do I have to end it? Like, saying sayonara or goodbye.. well I guess a goodbye is enough. Bye journal.


A/C: Tell me who you want the characters to win, I might do a popularity poll and it might /affect the winners...but I'm thinking of a certain someone to win the show! /Hint-check my characters tag. I'll probably continue tomorrow, review please~. I'm sorry if you think Token's a dick, well-I like him XD.