Here's the first part of the first episode! For the last few days my health took a turn for the worse, but I powered through to finish the chapter (I must have contacted something from the movie theater I went to last Sunday in celebration of finishing my English class with a B!). So, without further ado, I hope you enjoy this! I'll be sure to respond to all reviews this time.

Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Aiden and Leah. Other characters belong to their original creators.

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Chris McLean stood on the dock that was shown in the promo. He looked the same with his wavy, dark hair, his five o'clock shadow, his blue cargo shirt with white sleeves underneath, and his brown slacks. He even wore his shell necklace. "Yo, what's up viewers!" Chris greeted. "It's been long overdue since you've last seen me, the Host with the Most, Chris McLean, huh? Well, I'm glad to announce that I and your favorite show, Total Drama, are back for another season!

"For those who are new, Total Drama is a reality show where twenty-four teens come to compete for a grand prize of one million dollars! For eight weeks they have to survive grueling challenges, horrendous food, and even worse—each other—on a remote island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Every three days teams will battle each other in challenges where only one team can win. While the winning team enjoys luxuries that only money can buy, the losing team must vote off a team member they deem as a failure. One by one teens will see their hopes and dreams shatter as they are voted off until the two final teens compete to see who remains supreme.

"So who're our 'lucky' teens chosen to compete this year? How will they fare on the first day? Will any of them play nice? Probably not, but there's only one way to find out—stay tuned for the exciting installment of Total Drama Revival!"

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The beginning sequence played. Several cameras popped out from the sky, the ground, a tree, and a coconut, knocking a macaw from its perch. A pair of hands snapped a black and white clapperboard, and the camera began to move.

Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine

The camera moved past the dock and Chris sun tanning on the beach. It rushed through a jungle and zoomed up to the edge of an active volcano.

You guys are on my mind

The camera then dove off from the edge and into the ocean. Underwater, Dev swam calmly until Joe bumped into him.

You asked me what I wanted to be

Joe didn't stop swimming. He passed Dev, his mouth gurgling as he tried to scream. Dev stopped to glare at Joe until his eyes widened as a thick, long tentacle wrapped around his body.

And now I think the answer is plain to see

Above water, Ronnie's sitting on a patchy tube as he floated on the water. He's shot up in the air by the tentacle as it lifted and flung Dev into the sky and toward the island's jungle.

I wanna be famous!

In the jungle, Aiden, reciting lines, stood on a rock. Dev's body smashed into a tree near him. Seeing Dev, Aiden laughed. The camera showed Maeve next to Aiden, appearing unsure. Aiden then tried to pull out a flower from his pocket, not seeing Maeve look behind him and run. Quirking an eyebrow, he turned around and a panther roared in his face.

I wanna live close to the sun

In another part of the jungle, Sara climbed down from a tree. She tried to move a hand from a spot, but it wouldn't move. Near her, Abigail giggled as she held a bottle of superglue. Sara glared at her and somehow ripped the branch from its place to chase Abigail.

Or pack your bags 'cause I've already won

As Abigail ran away from Sara, two dune buggies zoomed past them. CJ and Jessica raced against each other, and with neither paying attention to where they were going, they drove over a steep cliff.

Everything to prove, nothing in my way

CJ and Jessica flailed their arms as they fell. They and the dune buggies landed in a body of water a few feet away from Chef Hatchet, splashing him with water.

I'll get there one day

Unfazed at getting wet, Chef Hatchet stood behind a food cart. As Eli tried complimenting Chef's food as he stood next to the cook, Chef scooped brown sludge onto a hot dog bun and gave it to Saoirse, who scoffed and threw it back at Chef. He and Eli ducked as it flew over their heads.

'Cause I wanna be famous!

Sitting at a table were Obie, Halo, Leah, and Charolette. Obie read a comic book, Halo showed various pictures to Leah, and Charolette typed on her laptop, glancing meanly at them. Chef Hatchet's food landed in the middle of the table, coating all of them and their possessions in the brown substance.

Nanananananananananananananana!

On a stage set on the beach, Faith played an electric guitar, not paying attention to her surroundings. Willam strutted on stage, and when she saw Faith, she pushed her off the stage, smiling as Faith landed in the sand and giving Willam the entire stage.

I wanna be, I wanna be

As Faith tried to stand back up, Lucille and Phoenix walked past her. Lucille had her arm wrapped around Phoenix's arm. She was laughing over something as Phoenix looked ahead, appearing uninterested.

I wanna be famous!

A volleyball bounced off Lucille's head from behind. She twisted and glowered at Velvet, who held her hands up in defense. Phoenix quickly left Lucille's side.

I wanna be, I wanna be

Kori practiced a pose on the dock. As Phoenix sauntered towards him, the dock collapsed underneath him, leaving Kori to set his foot down and stare at a human-shaped hole.

I wanna be famous!

Around a fire pit, Jal and Darren smiled at each other and leaned close together, with Jal holding onto a notebook. But they pulled apart as Xander's gun was aimed at something between them. Xander then put his gun away and sat down on the ground. The camera panned back, showing everybody else at the fire pit.

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"Welcome back, viewers!" Chris Mclean said, grinning. "Right now we will be meeting the first twelve newbies. They'll be arriving in submarines, and they've had a long ride—and no food—so don't be surprised if they're a little crabby." He chuckled. "Let's meet the morons! It looks like our first moron is here."

A dark blue submarine with Chris' face etched on the side emerged from the water. With the device slowing down next to the dock, a latch at the top opened.

"Ugh! Finally!" A feminine voice exclaimed before the owner's head popped out. The tanned girl had (obviously dyed) blonde, wavy hair that fell below her shoulders. Her eyesight overcome with the bright sun, she squinted her blue-green, walnut-shaped eyes, saying, "Hi, everyone!" As her vision adjusted to the light, she realized moments later that 'everyone' was just Chris. "Uh, where are the hot people?"

"Only you and me so far," answered Chris. "Welcome to Christopia, Lucille! You're our first contestant. You can leave the sub, now."

Her bottom lip pouting, she lifted herself out of the submarine, showing her outfit of an aqua and spaghetti-strapped top and maroon pants. Standing up on her white high heels, Lucille balanced herself and took a giant step to land on the dock. "I was in that thing for three hours and there's nobody here?" she huffed, crossing her arms.

"You do realize that more people are coming, right?"

"Of course I do! But every model needs people present to make memorable entrance. I can't do that when I'm the first one here," sulked Lucille. "Well, at least I have you, lovelies!" She waved and winked at the camera, not smiling as much as she would have if other people were present before her.

"Well, go model on the other side of the dock. You're taking up space for the next contestant," commanded Chris, even though there was clearly enough room.

Lucille scowled and trudged across the dock.

The second submarine's latch opened after it arrived, and this time a male emerged. "That ride was quite riveting!" the guy piped up. His head popped up, and the first noticeable trait about him besides his long, skinny neck were his thick, black square glasses that covered his hazel-green eyes. His short, light brown hair laid flat against his head, and his pale skin with light brown freckles seemed to shine in the sunlight. "Will we be commuting in these again?"

"Perhaps," drawled Chris. "Audience, I would like to welcome you Obediah Louis!"

"S-salutations!" Obediah called out, as he struggled to climb out. His legs swung frantically inside as his stick-like arms tried to lift his body from the submarine.

Chris quirked an eyebrow. More so to follow the time schedule rather than sympathy, he asked, "Do you need help, dude?"

"No thank you! I can do this…" Obediah's skin started to turn red the more he tried to move.

Chris rolled his eyes as he leaned towards the submarine, holding out a hand. It was then when Obediah grabbed onto Chris' hand, and the TV host helped the teen out of the submarine.

Obediah wore a tucked in, light blue, loose fitting shirt that could've fit a hippo, dark blue jeans with a bright yellow belt holding his pants in place, and black converses. He sheepishly smiled. "It's an easier process to enter the submarine as opposed to getting out."

"Whatever, dude. Go over there." Chris jabbed his thumb to the other side of the dock.

Obediah nodded, and he walked towards Lucille, towering over her by a few inches. "Greetings, miss! What is your name? I am Obediah." He held out a hand.

Lucille stared at Obediah. She upturned her nose and looked away. Obediah frowned, but he quickly smiled as another contestant arrived on Christopia.

When compared to Obediah and Lucille, she easily slid out of the submarine due to her slim muscles, and she hopped onto the dock. Her thin, straight, shoulder-length ash blonde swayed slightly when she moved, and one of her ears had a faded out stud. She wore a dark purple tank top, blue denim shorts over black leggings, and work out shoes that matched her shirt. Glossing over the other contestants, she looked at Chris with her bright blue, almond-shaped eyes, and set a hand on her hip. "This is the competition, Chris? Gotta say, I'm underwhelmed. I expected a little more."

Chris replied, "Well, Jessica, we've got twenty-one more people coming in. You might wanna take that back until you see them all. Some of them may give you a run for your money—literally."

She shrugged. "I'll take my chances." Without being asked to, Jessica walked towards Obediah and Lucille. The guy grinned—much too eager, in Jessica's opinion—and the girl looked up and down at her for three seconds before looking away. Jessica narrowed her eyes, but she did not pay attention too long because Obediah intervened.

"Hello, I am Obediah!" The guy greeted, again holding out a hand.

Jessica hesitated for a few moments before shaking it. "Jessica," she told him. When she let go, she said, "Word of advice, don't smile so wide. You look creepy."

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry for being so forward." Obediah said. "I am just absolutely ecstatic that I'm here, and I can't wait to meet new people and acquire acquaintances!"

"… Right."

"The next contestant is The Cowboy, Aiden!" announced Chris.

"Woo-ie, it sure was stuffy down there!" a Southern drawl said. Two hands gripped the sides of the submarine's latch, and a male pulled himself out. He had thick, dark hair atop his head, with the sides shaved off to form a buzz cut. His round, light brown eyes crinkled in the corners with his wide grin. "My goodness, ah never seen anythang so pretty as the ocean! Well, maybe those ladies over there!" Aiden winked towards Lucille and Jessica. One of them scoffed as the other half-smiled.

Chris said, "Welcome, Aiden! How was your trip from Mississippi?"

"It was ahmazing!" Aiden strolled towards Chris. Aiden wore a maroon and black flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, light gray slacks with a black belt, and dark gray sneakers. "Ah am so honored you chose me! The island is pretty, and you look awesome—"

"Thank you."

"—For being forty years old."

Chris' jaw dropped. "I am not forty!"

Aiden's brows furrowed. "Forty-two?"

"Go away!" Chris shooed Aiden away. Once he joined the group of two girls and a guy, he greeted, "Howdy! Mah name's Aiden. How 'bout yah three?"

"I am Obediah," Obediah replied. He held his hand out to shake, and Aiden took it, moving it so hard and eager that Obediah's glasses shook.

Once he let go, Aiden said, "It's nice to meet yah, good sir!" He turned to Jessica. "And yah, miss?"

"Jessica," she informed him. As Aiden was about to ask Lucille her name, Jessica said, "Don't bother with her. She's throwing a bitchy fit."

Aiden, frowning, shrugged and stood between Jessica and Obediah. He listened to Obediah as he blabbered about the type of submarine they rode in.

"Chris, where are the hot people?" demanded Lucille. "I am among sixes and below. This is unacceptable for a reality show." (1)

Chris ignored her, choosing instead to say, "Our fifth newbie is Charlotte!"

A voice from the submarine echoed, "That's no-not… my name!" With the same voice huffing, it took at least twenty seconds for the girl to grab the submarine and somehow support herself with her arms. She had disheveled, straight, dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders and, with a pair of glasses, almond-shaped dark blue eyes, with slightly dark bags underneath that made her appear tired. "I… am Charolette," she corrected, her voice hitching.

"Well, Charolette, you're hogging up screen time! Get out of the sub!"

Biting her lip, she tried to pull herself up, but she too struggled to move. Her breath shortened.

Seeing her struggle, Aiden rushed towards the submarine, asking, "Do you need help, Miss Charolette?" He held out a hand, smiling kindly.

Charolette looked only at his hand, her pale cheeks turning rosy red as she took his hand. Aiden, though by no means muscular, underestimated her weight and height and lifted her up with too much strength, and she nearly tripped getting onto the dock. Charolette's oversized black hoodie covered body, but a red skirt with black thigh high socks and black canvas shoes partially showed her skin-and-bones body structure.

Aiden set her down, and she pulled her hand away quickly from him, moving her hair to the right side of her neck and hugging her body. Charolette didn't look at him as she pushed passed him. Aiden watched and followed her, about to ask her something when Obediah cut him off before Aiden could say anything.

"Like I was saying, the submarine is fascinating and so is its history. William Bourne was the first man to publish the concept of a ship going under the water…"

The third male who arrived moved gracefully out of the hole. Of all the other contestants, he appeared to be the most exotic in his appearance with his copper skin and loosely-layered, lignitic hair that fell to his shoulders. Even with only half of his body exposed, it was clear he was the tallest so far, and his muscles wrapped tightly around his thin, fluid physique. He wore an emerald-green vest with a moss-green sash. He wore white pants underneath the open vest, exposing his chest and stomach.

After he stood on the submarine, he leaped from the top, landing quietly on the dock. With his large, chromium-green, glassy eyes, looked at the five other contestants, dipping his head shyly and causing two piercings in his right eye to glimmer in the sun.

"Contestant number six is…" Chris squinted at a piece of paper he pulled from a pocket. "Kouros."

Looking at the host, the male grimaced at Chris' mention of his name.

Chris looked back up and crumpled the paper, tossing it over his shoulder. "But you wrote to the producers requesting to be called Kori, correct?" he asked the latest contestant.

Kori nodded, smiling.

"All right—that'll be so much easier to remember. So Kori, that was a cool entrance, and I'm gonna score you a nine. Now go on and make some new friends—or enemies. Either one's fine."

Kori looked at the group. Lucille was looking at herself in a mirror, adjusting her hair, Obediah and Aiden were talking (well, mostly the former) about the history of submarine warfare, and Charolette stood in the back, watching the ocean water. Only Jessica was paying attention to him.

"What's with all the green?" Jessica asked, referring to his vest and sash as he neared the group. "Is it Saint Patrick's Day?"

Now acquainted with the holiday, Kori shrugged. He found a spot to stand in the back of the group, towering the others but feeling secured.

Chris said, "And the next person we have is… ugh… Faith."

By the time he introduced said girl, she was already out of the submarine. "Hello, everyone!" Faith chirped in a British accent, causing the set of snake bites on her bottom lip to move. Whether it was her accent or her appearance, most of the other contestants looked at Faith.

Contrasting against the previous contestant, Kori, Faith has rosy-pale skin. She had bright, purple pixie-cut hair, with the back short and the front styled into an A-line that swooped over her left eye. Under her right, red, and almond-shaped eye were three black dots. She also had light purple lipstick, smoky eyeshadow, black mascara, and black eyeliner. For clothing, Faith wore a strapless, black dress with red, spider-webbed mesh. The rest of her black outfit consisted of an opened leather jacket, ripped tights, knee-high boots, and a lace choker around her neck.

"This is so—" Faith began.

"Blah, blah, blah. Cool, I know. Now go and don't die of a heat stroke," dismissed Chris, waving his hand to tell her to move.

Faith frowned, and as she joined the group, chose to stand at a farthest end of the dock. She stood next to Obediah. Aiden and Obediah welcomed Faith (although Obediah appeared somewhat nervous). But, after taking a deep breath, she returned their greetings, not as enthusiastic as getting off the boat but enough to make Obediah smile and act himself.

"Your clothing is impeccable!" exclaimed Obediah, as he examined her jacket. "You remind me of the Midnight Mamba. She's a superhero who wears leather as a part of her outfit, and she has snake bites, too. She's so cool and pretty and badass." (2)

Faith cocked her head. Her eyebrows shot up. "Are you chatting up me?" (3)

It was Obediah's turn to turn his head. "Chatting up? Well, I suppose I am."

"Sorry, but I don't fancy boys," she said.

"Pardon me?"

The next submarine arrived. Once it emerged from the water, the teen wasted no time opening the chute. "That was the most exciting and terrifying experience of my life!" he called out, grinning and taking off aviator sunglasses with a slim gold frame. His appearance definitely caught everyone's attention—mouths dropped, eyes widened, and someone even gasped. Even the contestants who didn't necessarily feel attracted to him realized he was, to put it bluntly, hot.

The teen had silky back hair kept in a high bun, chocolate-tinted skin, and deep brown, feline-like shaped eyes with the corners turned up. For facial hair, he had slightly bushy eyebrows, long sideburns, a small mustache, and a soul patch. With somewhat broad shoulders and a slim, muscular build, he pulled himself out of the submarine. He wore an opened, long-sleeved, silk, off-white shirt and gold lining on the wrists, collar, and edge, with a noticeable white tank top underneath. He also wore black skinny jeans and mahogany timberland boots.

"Who's that?" asked Lucille, her tone changing to that of awe.

"Dev Khan," answered Chris. "He's from India."

"Patna, India." Dev corrected in his thick accent. He climbed off the submarine. "But it can't compare to here. This is—what's the word?—so cool!" Dev exclaimed. "What was the thing I was just in?"

"It's called a submarine," Chris told him, stating what was obvious to everyone else.

"'Submarine'? Wow. Such a strange name. How does it go underwater?"

Chris remarked, "How should I know?"

Obediah lit up. He stepped from the group, approaching Dev. "That is an easy concept to—" was all he said before Lucille, who had also began to walk, shoved him to the side. Obediah's lack of mass and Lucille's strength caused him to easily fling off the dock and land in the water.

Dev's eyes glazed towards Obediah as Kori and Aiden helped him out of the water. Jessica and Charolette looked incredulously at Lucille. Faith snapped, "Why the bloody hell would you do that?"

Lucille rolled her eyes. "Oh please, I did us all a favor. He wouldn't shut up." She strolled towards Dev and grabbed onto one of his arms. "Hello, there!" she purred. "Come stand with me. We can get to know each other. I'm Lucille. But you can call me Lucy."

Dev looked at her warily, unsure of how to react. "Uh…Okay?" Dev said after a while. He walked forward, with Lucille attached to him like they were combined together.

"I hope to god I don't end up on her team," growled Faith, as Aiden slapped Obediah's back as the taller teen, doubled over, coughed up water.

"Agreed," said Jessica.

"That sure was… a funny joke! Aren't I right, guys?" Obediah wheezed, smiling while adjusting his glasses. Aiden and Kori gave each other a look.

"Uh… yah, I guess." Aiden said. Kori nodded slowly.

The next submarine arrive moments later. "Contestant number eight is Jalissa, the Creative Writer!" announced Chris. However, the latch did not open. Ten seconds passed. "Jalissa, the Creative Writer!" he repeated through gritted teeth after ten more seconds. Again, nothing happened. "I can't believe this!" Chris stomped over to the submarine, twisted the outside of the latch, and yelled, "Hey!" The girl inside shrieked. Chris continued, "What are you doing? Get your butt in gear and get out! You're hogging up screen time!"

As Chris pulled away, a girl emerged from inside. "I'm so sorry!" She said. She had almond-shaped and slightly slanted light brown eyes and messy, wavy dark brown hair with a lighter brown ombré. Her skin was caramel-brown and both her of ears were pierced twice. She wore a blue-green t-shit tucked into high-waist denim shorts. The teen quickly climbed off the submarine, showing she also wore white ankle socks and black vans.

"I felt inspired when I saw all the life underwater. I guess I got a little carried away by taking my time," she laughed nervously, putting a hand-sized notebook and a pencil into a front pocket. Her cheeks turned a light shade of red. "I didn't mean to come off so shellfish," she joked. (4)

Chris deadpanned. "That was the worst pun I have ever heard. Like, seriously! Also, never take time like that again, Jalissa. We run on a timed schedule," griped Chris.

She said quickly, "Yes, sir! And, if you don't mind, I prefer to be called Jal."

"I prefer to have not wasted screen time on you, but we can't always get what we want!" huffed Chris. "Oh wait, I can!" Chris shoved Jal to the side.

The shove wasn't hard, so Jal easily stood her ground. Jal blushed deeper, though, and she avoided the gaze of the other contestants, preferring to look at the ground. But after a good minute, she decided to try to strike a conversation.

"Hi, I'm Jal," she told Charolette. "What's your name?"

Charolette, who hadn't paid mind to her, jumped. "G-gah!" she yelped, glaring at Jal for a brief moment before turning away. Jal didn't see, but the camera showed Charolette's face also turned red. "What… what do y-you want?" she murmured.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?" asked Jal.

"I s-said… 'What d-do you want'?" Charolette repeated. However, she said it in a sharp tone.

Jal flinched. "I just wanted to know your name."

But before Charolette could react, the next contestant arrived, with a voice that commanded the attention of everyone.

"Halleloo! The queen has arrived!" Willam said. "Be prepared to bow down, bitches." Willam had almond-shaped chocolate brown eyes, curly golden-blonde hair that went to her shoulders, and fair skin. She was skinny but had a toned chest. Hugging her figure was a short, tight, white spaghetti-strapped dress with tiny cherries printed on it and matching red heels that clicked as she walked across the dock.

"This is Willam, our resident Drag Diva," said Chris.

"Drag Diva? What is she dragging?" Dev asked Lucille.

Chris continued, "So, Willam, do you go by him or her?"

"When I'm dressed up, like now, I go by 'she'. Without it, I'm a 'he'."

Dev asked another question that everyone could hear. "Wait, you're a male?"

Willam narrowed her eyes. "Biologically, yes. So what?"

"So why are you wearing a dress? You're a guy, and you don't even look like a girl!"

"Excuse me? Oh hell no," Willam growled. As she stomped her way towards Dev, she hissed, "Listen up, Mutton Chops! If you insult me like that again, I will shove my foot so far up your ass my heel will get lodged in your trachea!" She stood less than three feet away from Dev.

"I don't think that is physically possible," remarked Dev. "Like you being a woman."

Willam snarled, "That's it!"

As Willam was about to lunge at Dev, Lucille stood in between them and said, "Wait! Don't hurt him. He's from Indiana—"

"India!"

"Yeah, India! He just doesn't understand this type of lifestyle. Give him some time. He'll learn!"

Willam continued to shift her glare between Dev and Lucille. "Fine, but only because I'm feeling generous today—and I'm in heels. But another insult from him and I won't be afraid to kick his ass."

As Willam stamped off to stand at the other side of the dock, Dev said, "Seriously, what is he dragging?"

Chris announced, "All right, the last female contestant to arrive right now is Leah!"

When Chris announced said teen, she was already off the submarine. Leah had long, straight dark brown hair that went above her butt, bangs over her forehead, and a white headband. Her somewhat dark olive skin contrasted against her mid-thigh, pale yellow sundress with pink and red flowers and red sandals. Leah's dark brown, almond-shaped eyes with black eyeliner underneath looked at everyone.

"What did I miss so far?" she asked.

"You just missed out on all the fun. There was about to be a cat fight," said Chris

"Something tells me there will be plenty of those later on," she drawled. Leah then walked towards the group, stopping for a few moments. Her red lips smirked. "Wow, my gaydar is going off the charts. You probably should change the title of the show to Total Rainbow Island, Chris." Leah commented. (5)

Chris sarcastically replied, "I'll take that into consideration."

"If none of you mind me asking," said Leah, "but who here is flying the rainbow pride flag, so-to-speak?"

"This bitch right here!" Willam's hand sot up in the air and waved.

Faith nodded, smiling. "Same here."

Charolette's eyes shifted between them before they shot back down.

"Wait a second. None of them have a 'flag', though," pointed out Dev.

Aiden looked at Dev. "Yah've got alotta thangs to learn 'bout the real world, partner," he said before saying to Leah. "I'm with them, too." Aiden said to Leah, hi-fiving Faith. "But ah am the type dat goes both ways, if yah know what I mean." He winked at the camera.

"Interesting," said Leah. "We finally have some proper representation."

Chris rolled his eyes, choosing instead to say, "And the final contestant we have now is Joe!"

The last submarine latch opened, and the teen named Joe yelled "Yeah! Woohoo!" as he scrambled out of the enclosed space. Joe had slightly slanted, almond-shaped, dark brown eyes, buzz cut hair that matched the color of his eyes, and caramel-brown skin. Both of his ears were pierced, and he wore a white tank top, which showed off muscles, brown knee-length shorts, and black converses. "Hey, Chris!" He held his hand up as he walked towards Chris.

"'Sup, Joe?" Chris said, hi-fiving the teen. "Are you excited?"

"Hell yeah I am. Thank you for picking me, man. I can't wait to show off my skills while warding off guys from my sister."

"You did not just say that, Joe," groaned Jal.

Joe turned towards the group, smirking at Jal. "Hey there, sis. Looks like you beat me by arriving here first. That's the only time you've ever beaten me in something, might I add."

"Way to be an ass," remarked Leah.

"Don't mind him," said Jal. "He is first in everything. That's why he'll be the first to go home."

Collective 'oohs' were chorused in the group as Joe's face reddened.

"Looks like Joe will need to take a dip in the water like Obediah did to cool that burn!" laughed Chris. "And now that we've seen the first twelve contestants, who are the next twelve idiots who decided to try out on the show? Stay tuned after the commercials to find out!" said Chris as the camera faded to black.

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References:

(1) Lucille's talking about their appearances. The average numbers for the attractiveness scale is 7.2 for guys and 7 for girls, which I'm quite happy with. There's variety in looks.

(2) Midnight Mamba is a fake name. I based her off of a mix between Cat Woman and Black Widow.

(3) I don't know if "chatting up" is the correct British term to use, but I know "chat up" means to flirt.

(4) Shellfish is meant to be a pun for selfish. Please note I suck at humor, so expect the jokes to be cringe worthy.

(5) Quite a few characters are on the LGBT spectrum, so expect a few same-sex pairings to occur.