Author's Note: Hey. Let me explain myself before I potentially get hit with the obvious question: why did I delete Total Drama Revamped: Island? In hindsight, I felt like I was not going to enjoy it in the long term. You see, I planned on using the first generation cast over and over, never giving the second or third generation cast a chance, sans Anne Maria and Dave. Not only that, but a day after I published the story, I sat down and got inspired by a concept that I deemed would be original, entertaining, yet also being able to incorporate every contestant into my universe without making the cast too big (all 51/52 people competing in one season). But this 'One Chance' idea? I feel like this is my moneymaker, my breakthrough, my official chance to climb the ladder and make a name for myself in this community.

There's not much more to talk about; I'll have more to discuss at the end of the chapter. So I hope you're ready to strap on your seatbelt. I promise I won't delete this story and replace it with something else. We're going on a trip, and there's no turning back. With that in mind, here is the very first chapter of the story, and the first part of episode one. Enjoy, fellow human!

Another day of summer began to progress as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky with every passing minute. As it emitted light and heat onto the inhabitants of Earth, a flock of birds could be heard chirping, dwelling itself in this rather magnificent weather. A large body of water - a lake - could be spotted and it provided a feeling of peace. There were several hills of different shapes and sizes built in the lake, each one of them reaching a height that was above water, though all far from the shore. Scattered white clouds floated around in the clear sky, accompanied by a cool breeze. Separating the land and the lake was a wooden dock, worn down from potential years of usage and natural effects.

Then, a man popped into the scene from below, taking centre attention of the view. He looked rather handsome, estimated to be around his late twenties or early thirties. His raven black hair appeared to be stylish, at a decent length, and if one looked close enough, coated with a few layers of hair gel. If one judged his facial appearance, it would be perfect because of the lack of face acne, and the right amount of stubble on his chin. Onto his outfit, it was suitable and preferable for the outdoors; it had a casual style, but still of high quality, nonetheless.

"Yo!" The man greeted. "We're comin' at you live from Camp Wawanakwa! Located right here in Muskoka, Ontario!" He had plenty of enthusiasm in his voice and an appropriate level of gesticulation. "I'm your host: Chris McLean!" There was emphasis on his name while introducing himself. "Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television, right now!" Said host flashed a smile at the camera, and by extension, the live audience.

Now standing on the aforementioned dock, Chris made his way to the end of the dock while continuing his explanation of the show. "Here's the deal: twenty-four campers have signed up to spend their summer right here at this crummy old camp." He reached the end of the dock, stopping next to a sign with the camp's name on it. The sign itself looked to be in poor condition, but the smile on his face made it seem like he didn't care. "They'll compete in tough and grueling challenges against each other, while also living with one another."

"After each challenge, the campers will either win a reward and invincibility, or be at risk of losing the game. Whoever is voted out must walk down the 'Dock of Shame'." The host gestured to the dock he was standing on. "Take a ride on the 'Boat of Losers', and leave the competition for good." He chuckled. Then, as if on cue, a boat drove by and docked at the other end of the dock. It let out a loud, blaring sound, similar to a steam horn.

At another area of the camp, and by extension, the island, Chris didn't seem to be anywhere in the scene. The area itself looked like a clearing, supported by a structure of large rocks. In the centre of it all was a fire pit of decent size, twelve wooden stumps organized in two rows of six positioned behind the fire pit, serving as seating. To the right was a tall wooden entrance and an upright metal oil drum, both part of the 'summer camp' aesthetics. "Their fate will be decided here, at the dramatic campfire ceremony." He narrated from off-screen, before he could be seen approaching the oil drum from the right. "Where each time, all but one camper will receive… a marshmallow." A marshmallow appeared in his hand, which he proceeded to eat. "In the end, only one will be left standing, and will be rewarded with a whole summer of fame, and a small fortune of one million dollars." He perched an elbow on the oil drum, leaning a little bit on it for support. "Which, let's face it, will probably be all blown off in a month!"

Then he stood up straight. "To survive, they'll have to battle black beetles." Footage of a swarm of black beetles moving on the ground in an unspecified area could be seen. "Dangerous wildlife." Next footage showed a grizzly bear glaring at the camera in front of it, before the creature let out a menacing roar. "Disgusting camp food." The third footage captured a porcelain bowl on a wooden bench table. Upon closer inspection, the bowl contained white gruel that looked rather revolting. "And, each other." Back to Chris, now standing at the end of the dock again.

More footage got provided, starting off with a blue bird feeding its children; a video camera could be spotted inside the nest, directed at them. "As reality TV goes, every moment will be caught on one of these hundreds of cameras, situated all over camp." The succeeding footage showed another video camera, duct-taped at the top of a leaning totem pole. "Well, most of the areas at camp." Chris corrected himself.

Still standing in the same spot at the end of the dock, Chris continued. "So who will crumble under the pressure? Who will survive and come out on top? And who will you be rooting for?" He pointed at the camera after asking the last question; all three of them were rhetorical. "Find out here, right now on… Total!" Most of the camp could be seen. "Drama!" All of the camp and plenty of the island could be seen. "Island!" Almost all of the island could be seen in its glory, as the host was now nothing more than a small figure.

[Cue 'I Wanna Be Famous' by Graeme Cornies & Dawna Toews]

Chris had been checking his watch, still positioned in the same spot at the dock since the beginning of his introduction. Once he recognized the camera filming him again, he looked away from his watch and grinned at the live audience. "And we're back!" His level of enthusiasm remained high. "Alright, folks! It's time to meet the campers! We've taken the liberty of packing them into duos for each boat ride, and we also told them -" He cut himself off mid-sentence as soon as his eyes glanced to the side. The topic got changed. "Hold that thought! Here comes our first boat!" To prove his point, he pointed at the boat approaching from off-screen.

Correct on his statement, a rather fancy yacht of decent size cruised along the ocean, getting closer and closer to the dock. Indeed, a closer observation confirmed that there were two people on the watercraft. Two female passengers, to be specific. The boat driver couldn't be seen in the public eye; they were far less important than the contestants. These two ladies were a good match for one another. Too good and almost perfect of a match, rather. They wore the same striped shirt, pink shorts, and had identical double pigtails. The only difference between their physical appearance was their skin tone and body figure. One was skinny and light-tanned, while the other was somewhat chubby and fair-skinned.

Once the boat docked and allowed them to step onto the dock, Chris greeted them with a grin while their ride sped away into the distance, off-screen. "Ladies. Katie and Sadie." He looked at the light-tanned and fair-skinned ladies respectively. "Welcome to Wawanakwa! Feel honored to be the first two campers to arrive at your new home for the summer!"

Both of them examined their environment, wondering what this island had to offer. From their viewpoint, only part of the camp - the large buildings - and the entrance to the woods, along with a bunch of trees were visible to them. Then Katie spoke. "Okay, something doesn't seem right here." She tapped her chin in thought, whilst continuing to observe.

"Oh my gosh." Sadie chimed in before looking at Katie. "That's exactly what I was thinking too!" She gasped, one of excitement. "Does this mean we're like, thinking on the same wavelength?! That would be like, so totally cool!"

"I think we are!" Katie answered, throwing in a giggle. "It would be so totally cool! Eeeh!"

"Eeeh!" Sadie cheered along.

"EEEEEEEEEH!" The combination of their squeeing caused Chris to cover his ears, attempting to avoid severe or permanent damage to his eardrums. Once they stopped, the expression on his face told a story: he was already annoyed with them and it hadn't been more than five minutes since their arrival.

"Just…" Chris sighed, a faint one at that. "Head over to the end of the dock." He pointed at the indicated spot, for the sake of organization and getting them away from him. Katie and Sadie hugged each other before running towards the end of the dock, holding hands and being as cheerful as they could be. Once they were out of eyeshot, he shook his head. He hoped the other twenty-two people weren't as annoying as them, but most likely not.

But he wouldn't have to wait for long, as the second boat almost arrived at the dock to drop off two more people. Just like the first boat, this yacht also carried two female passengers. Both of them were rather beautiful. One had a ponytail weave and looked curvaceous, her large hoop earrings standing out for its size. The other had blonde hair and looked slim, wearing cowboy boots as part of her getup.

"What's up y'all, Leshawna's in tha' house!" The curvaceous woman with the large hoop earrings, self-introduced as Leshawna, greeted. Once the boat came to a stop, she didn't hesitate to get off and make her presence known to the others. "Feel free to quit now and save yo'selves the trouble, 'cause I came to win!" She gave Chris a high-five as she passed by him, soon approaching Katie and Sadie without being told to go over to the end of the dock. "What's up, my sistas'! Give me some sugar!"

Chris chuckled at the rather impressive and confident display, whilst the three ladies started to chat with one another. "Looks like Leshawna needs no further introduction." Then his expression shifted to one of disapprovement, as he mumbled. "Even if introducing people is my job." But just as quick as he scolded her to himself, his grin returned, now turning towards the blonde arrival. "And you must be Lindsay!"

"Hi~!" Lindsay greeted, sporting a rather innocent smile and accompanied by a bubbling voice. "Okay, you look familiar. Have I seen you before? Like, maybe at a mall or salon?" Chris raising an eyebrow confirmed the answer. This would be their first time encountering and interacting with each other.

"You've probably seen me on TV." Chris answered, playing along with her for now. It would be beneficial for both parties to keep the conversation going, even for a short bit. "I don't recall seeing you at a mall, a salon, or whatever's similar."

"No, I don't think so." Lindsay shook her head, frowning a little bit at how she couldn't pinpoint the answer right away. "I swear I saw you -" Then she cut herself off mid-sentence to gasp, having a eureka moment of realization. "Oh wait! Yeah, I remember now! You're Kyle! It's so nice to see you again!" She beamed, regaining her smile.

Chris furrowed his other brow. "Uh, no. It's Chris." Before saying more, he stopped himself and knew better. Trying to have this conversation with someone like Lindsay would cause him to lose braincells or turn his hair gray. So he ended it by giving simple instructions. "But anywho, could you go stand over there and, uh, talk to them?" His smile remained visible, like a father asking his daughter to go play outside so he could have some alone-time.

As expected, Lindsay didn't question his motive or reasoning; she nodded. "Okay!" She began to head across the dock, but not before saying goodbye first, throwing in a wave. "Bye, Chip! I'll talk to you later!" Of course, Chris would still be standing there, sighing in relief. Soon, the not-so-bright blonde would find herself acquainting with the other ladies.

But Chris wouldn't have much time to wait around, as once again, the next boat could be seen getting closer and closer to the dock. It would arrive soon. To change it up a little bit, this yacht carried a male and a female passenger, allowing men to enter the fray. The woman, who appeared to be swooning over her boatmate, wore eyeglasses, styled her hair into a simple ponytail, and if one looked at her teeth, they'd be evident with braces.

Onto the man, if his physical appearance became of judgement, there was an understandable reason why the woman swooned over him. A toned body. A beautiful, charming smile. Rather luscious black hair. Even some higher being of power provided background music, serving as his theme song. Case in point, he was hot. He was handsome.

"Hoo baby!" Leshawna sunk down her shoulders and bit her lip to stare at the model. Though not obvious because of her dark skin, a blush could be spotted on her face, creating a vagrant dark pink color. "That is one fine man right there!"

"Wow! He's really cute!" Lindsay formed a rather bright smile, her face filling with a reddening blush as well, and more apparent than Leshawna's.

"So handsome…" Katie and Sadie said at the same time, both smiling at him in a dreamful manner as they too blushed like the other ladies.

Chris did the usual once both of them were on the dock, starting with the handsome model. "This is Justin." He presented him to the others like a trophy wife, or trophy husband in this case. The host turned to him with that continuous grin. "Just for the record dude, we picked you only because of your looks."

"I'm cool with it." Justin gave him a kind smile. "Glad to be here, Chris." Exchanging a fist-bump to conclude the interaction, he proceeded across the dock, paying no attention to the swoonful looks the women were giving him.

The host nodded at him, a little bit impressed at the charm he had on the women, before turning to the nerdette. At this point, she no longer swooned over Justin and focused on Chris, who gave her a mere greeting. "Beth! Glad you could make it." Despite her odd choice of clothing that wouldn't win her brownie points with the fashionistas anytime soon, her enthusiasm made up for it.

Beth ran up to hug him, catching the host off-guard a little bit. The hug intended to be one filled with friendliness. But despite this, Chris felt a little bit uncomfortable, not that she realized. "Oh my gosh! Chris McLean!" She exclaimed, feeling happy. "It's so incredible to meet you! I'm so excited and… wow!" Her eyes gleamed at seeing him up-close. "You're much shorter in real life!" It didn't help that she perked her head to examine his height. This kind of attention was not what he wanted.

"Um… thanks…" It was all what Chris managed to respond with, as he broke free from the hug. Similar to Lindsay's case, he wanted to shoo her away, but in a polite manner. "So, why don't you do yourself a favor and go talk to them?" He gestured to the growing group. "Make yourself a couple of new friends." Beth didn't need to be told twice, as she ran off to join the other campers. Once out of earshot, he let out another sigh of relief.

A short moment after, the fourth boat - identical to the previous three boats - could be spotted in the distance. Same destination, same plan of dropping off the next two people. To be specific about their gender, it was another man and another woman. The male had his eyes fixated on the book he was reading, presumed to have little to no interest in socializing with the others. After all, he had an egg-shaped head and donned an outfit that would fit well for an academic scholar. As for the female, she had blonde hair like Lindsay, but sported a figure more athletic than slim, on top of wearing a light blue hoodie and shorts.

"Noah and Bridgette!" Chris introduced them, looking at the book nerd and blonde respectively as he said their names. "Welcome to the island!"

Bridgette was the first to walk forth, giving the host a firm smile. The surfboard she carried was white, but had a unique ocean wave design on it. "Hey, what's up?" She glanced around, examining her environment and noting anything important that she could address to him, should the need arise. "Huh. I thought we were going to be on a beach."

Chris furrowed a brow at that comment. "We are. There's beach all over this island." To make sure his point was clear and made, he gestured around him - at the sand, at the water, at the seagull with a plastic pack ring wrapped around its neck.

"Oh, I meant a surfing beach." Bridgette clarified. She rested a hand on her surfboard, treating it like a pet.

At that clarification, Chris furrowed his other brow. His response was a simple shrug. "Sorry. Can't help you there." Though his stoic expression made it seem like he didn't care much. Probably not at all. He didn't know that a surfing beach was an actual thing.

Now Bridgette had a slight frown on her face, dropping the topic after getting an official answer from the host himself. "Well. I guess I might as well set my surfboard to the side for the -" She sounded a little bit disappointed, but then came the part where she turned. The moment she did, the surfboard she held accidentally hit Chris on the elbow. To be more specific, it hit him right on his funny bone.

"Ow!" Chris winced, rubbing his elbow in pain. "Darn it, that hurt!" He sounded like a little kid that would whine over not getting candy or their favorite toy.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" Bridgette gasped, turning back to Chris with a shocked expression while attempting to apologize. But she hadn't realized that when she turned again, her surfboard ended up whacking Beth right in the face.

"Ow!" Beth groaned, rubbing her face in an attempt to ease the pain. Also note that she was knocked onto her butt.

"Oh gosh! I'm really sorry about that!" Bridgette turned once more, this time to apologize to Beth and anyone that almost got caught in the accidental attack. But third time's the charm, as her surfboard failed to whack anybody this time. Mainly because they weren't in range.

"Okay." Noah glanced up from his book to comment. "Someone should get a hold of that surfboard before it becomes a deranged serial killer." Then his eyes glanced back down, continuing where he left off in his book. He was fortunate enough to be away from the drama that was happening between the surfboard and everyone in range.

Setting her surfboard down, Bridgette helped Beth get back up, still apologetic. "I'm really sorry for hitting you. I promise it won't happen again!"

"It's okay…" Beth was still reeling a bit from the hit, but the small assuring smile made the surfer feel better, her smiling as well, but out of relief. The incident had blown over.

"Touching." Noah remarked, his voice monotone and with a hint of sarcasm, as if he really didn't care about the event that went down. He looked up at Chris and closed his book, bookmarking the page in his head. "Anyway. Did you get the memo for my allergies?"

Chris shrugged, maintaining his trademark grin all the while. "I'm sure someone did!"

Noah's expression remained the same, unimpressed yet not surprised by his answer, as if he expected it. "Thanks. Your assurance is very helpful." The sarcasm was more evident in this one, but nonetheless, he migrated into the group, attempting to avoid everyone else's company while opening to the page he left off on.

Boat number five would soon arrive at the dock, dropping off two more men. The taller and darker man of the duo wore a white cap over his head, a green shirt with the letter "D" embedded in the middle, and all in all, had plenty of muscle. His height and figure made him seem like a giant, but of course, he wasn't an actual giant like from the fantasy stories. For the shorter and lighter man of the duo, he looked rather normal. Providing a quick description, he had black hair, also wore a green shirt, but with a black hand insignia, and carried a guitar case on his back, the guitar itself presumed to be inside.

The first to approach Chris was the man with the guitar, who received a greeting from the host in return. "Our next camper is Trent!"

Trent exchanged a fist-bump with him, giving a small but genuine smile. "Hey, it's good to meet you, man. I saw you on that figure skating show last week. Nice work."

"Oh my gosh, that's the show where one of them got dropped on their head!" Sadie commented, to no one in particular, but she looked at Katie, so most likely her. "I think that pair still won immunity that week!"

"Oh my gosh, I totally remember that!" Katie added, looking back at Sadie. "It was like, so crazy when it happened!" Then a slight frown developed on her face, not because she was upset, but more-so because she was concerned. "I hope she's getting better though."

Back to Chris, who could feel his ego being boosted from that compliment. "Thanks, man. I knew I rocked that show!" But the topic got changed in a matter of a quick second, as he looked at Trent's guitar case. "So, brought your guitar along?"

"Yeah you did say this was going to be a talent contest." Trent reminded him before forming a puzzled expression, as if he got his information mixed up. "Or did I misread something on the application?" He sought after Chris for clarification.

All Chris did in response was shrug. "You might've. You might've not. Can't let you in on the details yet." Then once more, he changed the topic right away, perhaps not wanting to indulge further into the conversation about the current subject. "But, what I can tell you is that you gotta head over there." He gestured to where the others were.

Still a bit perplexed by his vague answer, Trent decided to not push it further and avoid some potential drama. "Okay then… I guess I'll just wait and see." He looked unsure of what lied ahead, but he regained that small smile once he made his way toward the others. Similar to Noah, he migrated into the group in a quiet manner.

Once Trent got settled in, Chris turned his focus toward the larger, other male arrival. "That means, you must be DJ!" He held his hand out, presumed for a high-five. "How's it going, my brother." His attempt to sound cool at the end backfired, as it came out as a bit awkward. But one look at DJ's face and he didn't seem to mind or notice.

"Nothing much, man." DJ reciprocated the high-five, smiling and eager to be here. At least, before he glanced to the side and noticed the lack of luxury with the visible buildings. "Hm? Hey man, you sure you got the right place here? It looks a lot different than on the application form." He turned his head to look back at Chris.

"Make no mistake, my man!" Chris joined in on the 'man' spree. He gestured to the area DJ was looking at, also known as the entrance section of the forest and camp. "This is Wawanakwa in all of its glory!" Of course, he himself knew the truth, but decided to play along for the sake of keeping stuff subtle, not to mention avoiding potential backlash.

But DJ still didn't seem convinced. Not one-hundred percent, at least. Alas however, he decided to not question it any further. "Well. If you say so, man." As he headed across the dock to where the other campers were, he muttered to himself. "Momma told me not to complain, but…" He shook his head and shook off some of that disappointment he held, replacing it with a positive smile. "Nah. I'm sure it'll be all good."

To finish off his introduction, he got settled next to Trent, in which they exchanged a fist-bump before waiting for the next boat in silence. But it wouldn't take long before a voice could be heard from the distance. "Aw yeah! To the extreme!" The voice shouted, enthusiastic. When everyone's attention turned to the direction of the voice, only one person - a woman - could be seen on the boat. Despite her stoic expression, it seemed rather menacing and intimidating; her crossed arms didn't help matters. She sported a unibrow and wore athletic gear, more suitable for the gym.

However, the voice didn't come from her. It came from the man riding on a water-ski in the back of the boat. All the way in the back. Displaying a confident and daring smile, he wore red from top to bottom, with a white outline for each clothing: his tracksuit, his headband, and his sneakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you all: Tyler and Eva!" Chris said from off-screen.

A short moment later, Tyler lost his balance and began tumbling on the water like a ragdoll, soon crashing into the dock. But the momentum caused him to fly into the air and across the dock - and the other people - instead, his scream echoing. To finish the spectacle, he landed into the water, causing a huge splash, but fortunate enough to not wet anyone.

While some of them gasped and some looked concerned at the pain he must've suffered, Chris could only grin in delight. "Tyler! Awesome wipeout, dude!" He shouted, seeing that his entrance and introduction would garner some viewing attraction at home. As if it was a coincidence, a thumbs-up from Tyler surfaced, making it seem like he was able to hear the host somehow.

Once Tyler climbed onto the dock, dripping wet and checked up upon by a few of the campers, out of concern for his physical safety, Chris turned his attention toward Eva, who had gotten off the boat. "Welcome to Wawanakwa, Eva." He kept it short and simple, smiling at her, and doing his best not to be intimidated by the muscular woman. Not easy though.

Eva looked around her environment, getting a glimpse of the island she stepped foot on. Then back at Chris, having a rather more frightening look than before. It could pierce through his brain if looks were able to kill. "This better be a joke." That was all she said, her voice matching her expression.

"I'm afraid not. This is it. This island is now your new home for the summer!" Chris maintained his trademark grin, daring to answer in a manner like that to someone who could break his bones without a sweat. "At least until you're eliminated or you win the contest." He added, his expression making it seem like he was joking around.

"What? You think this is funny?" Eva was angry, to say the least. She balled up her right hand into a fist as she approached the host. All it would take is one hand, in her opinion, so she didn't bother curling her left hand into a fist. "I'll show you what's funny when you spend the summer in a hospital!"

"Gah! No! Don't hurt me! Please!" Chris shielded himself with his arms, as quick as he could. He made a big mistake and now he was fearing for his life. If one listened close enough, they could hear him whimpering under his breath. "It's nothing dangerous or disgusting, I swear! Just don't go for the face!" The host was trying to plead and beg his way out of this mess, or at least minimize the potential damage from her fist.

But that fist never came. Not even close. When Chris began to slowly turn his head to face Eva and lower his arms, she had already walked away from him. She kept the same stoic expression, but not before insulting the host. "What a wimp." The muscular woman never intended to hit him, as she achieved her goal of scaring the host. On national TV, no less.

As she got settled into the group, Chris wiped some sweat from his forehead, regardless if he got punked in the end. To ensure his own safety, he took a couple of steps away from her. "Note to self: never tick that woman off." He muttered to himself, still cautious and nervous, but soon regained his composure for the next boat. Now they were halfway there.

The seventh boat featured another male and female passenger, one looking more excited than the other, which wasn't to say the other person didn't look excited at all. It was almost obvious, given that the woman was leaning over the boat rail, sporting an eager and curious expression. Even her appearance had energetic vibes to them, from the frizzy orange hair to the unique choice of clothing, different shades of green for that.

To describe the man, he appeared to be a stereotypical nerd from top to bottom. Probably his personality too. He had a lanky figure, similar to the shape of a pole. This nerd wore square glasses and a shirt with a hamburger design on it. In addition, his red hair wouldn't seem to be winning brownie points with the models anytime soon, given its style. Not too important, but he also had a few wisps of hair on his chin, presumed to be a soul patch. At the very moment, he was observing the island, a small smile plastered on his face.

As soon as the yacht came to a stop, the woman used her hands and launched herself over the boat rail, feeling the thrill of being in the air, even if only for a brief second. But this impulsive move would backfire. By the time she got close to the ground, or dock in this case, her feet weren't going to land on it. Not even close. Instead, another part of her body struck wood - she faceplanted near the edge of the dock. Then, she fell into the water. The impact from that nasty landing caused most of the campers, and Chris himself, to wince.

"Oooooh! You hate to see that happen!" Despite him wincing, Chris couldn't help but make a lighthearted comment, followed by forming a slightly amused expression.

DJ became the first to try to help her out, as he immediately ran to the edge and attempted to put his arm into the water. "I'll help her out -" He declared, but before he or anyone else expected it, the female surfaced from the water and got onto the dock without any difficulty. Not a single scratch could be seen on her, despite the landing, and she still kept smiling.

She shook off the lake water like a dog, maintaining the same level of excitement, as if the incident never fazed her. "Woohoo! Aw that felt great! Who knew faceplanting on wood could be so fun! Ooh! This reminds me of when I chewed on a wooden plank! It totally looked and tasted like chocolate!" Then as quick as a blink of the eye, she changed the topic as soon as she saw the island and part of the camp. "Oh wow! Look at all of those trees!"

Chris blinked. The speed and amount of stuff she said was too much for his brain to handle at once. His solution was simple; ignore the content she blabbered. "...Yup. You must be Izzy." When he looked back up, Izzy had already performed a few cartwheels - enough to reach the group across the dock. "And what a bundle of energy you are." He grumbled.

"Alright compadres! Which one of y'all wants to take me on in a backflippin' contest?" Izzy now had, or tried, to impersonate an accent similar to those folks from the Wild West. She looked at everyone, giving each and every one of them a suspicious glance, her eyes narrowed. In return, some of them gave her strange looks.

Eva had an annoyed expression, already tired of her antics, not even a few minutes into her arrival. "That sounds stupid." She grunted. Keep in mind she was still irritated from being duped and mocked by Chris.

Izzy heard this and went up to the buff woman, her own eyes still narrowed. "Aha! So you wanna step up to the plate! I see, I see!" The attempted Wild West accent was still there, as she smirked and put her hands on her hips. "Give it your best shot, Señora!" She hadn't realized that she was playing with fire and poking the angry bear known as Eva.

"Uh, Izzy?" Trent interrupted, raising a concerned brow for Izzy and Eva - getting a bad vibe that the interaction was about to turn nasty soon if someone didn't step in. "I think we should probably save that for another time." In reality, he was aware of Eva's irritation and didn't want Izzy to get punched in the face for real. Not that he would say it straight up and instead chose to keep it subtle.

"Actually, if someone were to challenge another to a backflipping contest, the challenged would only have a two-hour limit to accept or deny." The nerd-looking man, who had been standing near Chris the whole time, chimed in. "Back then in the 19th century, it was only a total of five minutes. But thanks to Marshall's Law that was passed in 1969, the time limit would be extended to two hours." He smiled and looked proud of himself, considering that he knew all of this by heart and memory. "It's mentioned in a lot of American history textbooks." Case in point, a random fact in regard to the current topic at hand.

Once again, Chris blinked. Even the people in the conversation - Trent, Izzy, and Eva - stopped speaking and looked at him. For the host, again, the spouted information became too much for his brain to handle at once. It would be beneficial of him to not play along, for the sake of preserving brain cells, which he did. "...Uh, yeah. Cool stuff, Harold." The host deadpanned at him, a bit of sarcasm in there, before quickly smiling. "Anywho, welcome to the island, dude."

Harold said nothing as he was officially introduced, taking the moment to gaze at the island and observe it, noting the environment. But before anyone could comment or ask about his rather strange behavior, the nerd turned to face Chris. "So you're telling me this show is on a mysterious island and not at a luxurious resort?" He asked, wanting clarification or confirmation about the competition's setting.

"You got it!" Chris pointed finger guns at him, but said nothing further. He didn't want to spoil the details for the contestants yet.

"Yes!" Harold fist-pumped, as if it was something he wanted to hear. "That is so much more favorable to my skills!" With that being said, he trudged across the dock and got settled in with the group. As for the host himself, once the nerd was out of eyesight, he shuddered, finding the man to be cringe.

Chris wouldn't have to wait any longer for the next boat, as out in the distance, his naked eyes could spot a yacht of resembling features to the previous ones - a man and a woman on the watercraft. The man looked more excited than the woman, who actually looked like she didn't want to be here. Describing the man: he had a wide girth of a stomach, being borderline obese and wearing a white t-shirt with a blue Canadian Maple Leaf insignia. His blond hair and enthusiastic gleam was apparent. For the woman, her appearance gave off a vibe opposite of the man's; she looked like a goth. Most of the clothes she wore were dark.

The moment the boat came to a complete stop, the large man hopped off and onto the dock, a loud cheer accompanying him. "Woohoo! Chris McLean! It's really you! I can't believe it!" Seeing the host made him feel starstruck, similar to a fan meeting their favorite celebrity. A very enthusiastic fan.

"Owen! Glad you're excited to be here, dude!" Chris greeted. He couldn't help but smile a bit at his high level of enthusiasm. It was sort of contagious.

"Great pumpkin cheesecake! We're at an island!" Owen marveled at his environment while looking around, especially the island itself. "Dude!" Then out of nowhere, he pulled the host into a large bear hug with enormous glee. Given the differences in their bodies, Chris may end up being crushed to death on national TV. "This is gonna be awesome! I'm so psyched to be here! And with a bunch of awesome other people! And -"

"O-O...we...n." Chris struggled to get a word in, let alone call for Owen to let go. The bear hug caused him to start losing oxygen, indicated by the color change on his face. Of course, he couldn't fight back or force the big man to let go - he was physically weaker than him.

"Hey!" Eva yelled to catch Owen's attention. She could care less about Chris, but without a host, there wouldn't be a competition; that also meant no winner and no reward. "You're killing the host." Then she grumbled to herself. "What a fat idiot."

Owen gasped and let go of the host right away, Chris himself staggering a little bit. Then he sported an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry, Chris!" A sheepish chuckle came out of his mouth. "I'm just really excited -"

"We get it, dude." Now recovered and back to normal, Chris interrupted the big man, sounding a bit annoyed. "Super excited. Island. Other people. Whatever." He pointed to where the other campers were standing around. "Just head towards the end of the dock and stand with the others."

"Aye, aye, captain!" Owen saluted at Chris, using the wrong form of gesture; pirates weren't known for saluting at other people. Then the colossus headed directly towards the end of the dock with the others, situating near Harold and Izzy - the two previous arrivals.

Chris brushed off whatever dirty particles got onto him, courtesy of Owen's hug. "Also note to self: avoid his hugs at all costs." He jotted a mental note of that, not wanting to risk his bones and inner organs being crushed; he was lucky to survive that time. Then his eyes landed upon the other arrival - the goth. The host grinned at her. "But onto our other arrival - Gwen! How was the boat ride?"

"Oh it was fun." Gwen replied. Right from the get-go, one could tell there was sarcasm in that response. Her slight, pessimistic frown remained unchanged. "Just got to ride with someone who kept talking about food and being 'excited' to be here." She air-quoted a word in reference to Owen, her boatmate. "Yeah. Definitely a fun boat ride."

"That's great to hear!" Chris continued to grin at her. One of two things: either he didn't catch on to her sarcasm, or he ignored it and decided to somewhat mock her.

Whilst looking around and before Gwen could roll her eyes at his rather idiotic statement, skepticism began to grow in her head. "Wait a minute, we're staying here?" She gestured to the environment around her. "This looks a lot different from what the brochure said."

"Nope! You and the other contestants are staying here." Chris clarified before pointing away in a specific direction, probably at something off-screen. "My place is an airstream with air conditioning." He said nothing further to, once again, avoid giving away detailed spoilers about the competition's setting.

Gwen rolled her eyes. It felt like some rich person was trying to flex and show off their wealth to shit on the people poorer than them. "You cannot be serious." She crossed her arms, attempting to defy him in an implied manner. "I doubt this is even legal anyway."

Chris kept up his trademark grin, slowly getting more smug by each passing second. "It's not illegal unless we lied about everything, which, we didn't. Besides." His grin turned into a small smirk. "You can complain all you want, but your contract says you can only be eliminated via being voted off, medevacked, or disqualified. Which means, you can't -"

"Okay, okay, fine. I get it; I can't quit." Gwen interrupted to finish what he was about to say. Out of pure spite and reluctance, she admitted defeat and decided to strap along for this rollercoaster - in a metaphorical sense. "I guess I'm stuck here and I might as well deal with it." She rolled her eyes one more time before heading off to the others, irritated with Chris.

"That's the spirit!" Chris left one more comment to rub it in her face - not too obvious - before waiting for the next boat to come, satisfied with the outcome.

Now on boat number nine, this one carried two men. One of them was in the process of attempting to look cool, not necessarily for the cameras, but more-so for the other people on the dock. To be more specific - for the ladies that were there. In reality though, he looked rather awkward while posing. He had a gap between his upper front teeth as he grinned, brown hair that almost looked like a bowl cut, and a skinny, small body. But the other man didn't fare any better in the beauty compartment. For him, he wore a blue toque with a beige jacket and if one could guess, from a rural environment. With a soul patch on his chin like Harold, difference in the color, he seemed rather confused about… well, everything around him.

The first to step forth - strut forth in this scenario - between the two was the geek-looking man. He still kept grinning and behaved like one of those cool, popular kids. "Chris! 'Sup, dude!" He greeted with an attempted deep, manly voice. But it didn't come out right. Not at all. It sounded rather weird, if anything.

Chris paid no attention to that, getting straight to the introduction. "Cody! The Codester! The Codemeister!" He proceeded to give Cody a high-five, which also looked awkward on the geek's part.

"Dude, so psyched to be here." Cody began strutting across the dock, towards the others, with the intention of making a good first impression. "Looks like the ladies have already arrived. Alright!" His eyes laid upon Gwen, the first and closest lady he saw, and he strutted up to her. Now he attempted to flirt with her. "Hey. I totally dig a gothic chick like yourself."

"Not interested." Gwen deadpanned at him, shooting down his shot right away and in a simple manner. She still seemed peeved from the conversation with Chris earlier.

Cody's grin turned into a sheepish one, but kept staying optimistic, nonetheless. "No sweat!" He wouldn't let her rejection destroy his confidence or self-esteem as he moved on to the next woman he found attractive. It was Bridgette. "What's up. Surfing is right up my alley too. It's fun to let it loose in the water." He shot finger guns at her.

"Oh, really? That's pretty cool." Bridgette smiled. Another person that shared an interest in surfing, she was happy about that. But she knew he was also trying to flirt with her. But unlike Gwen, she didn't want to let him down in a harsh manner. "Is there a certain style you like to use?" She asked.

Cody's hopeful expression from potentially striking gold quickly morphed into another awkward, sheepish grin. He had not expected this question, despite how rather easy it was to answer it, but nonetheless. "Uh… if I had to choose a style…" His mind got backed into a corner; indeed he had almost zero knowledge of surfing, let alone the different styles.

But before he could bullshit an answer, Bridgette let out a small chuckle. "I think we should wait for everyone else to arrive." In an implied manner, she had rejected him. Though it should've been a bit obvious, given she didn't wait for Cody to answer. At least he got past the first step and lasted longer than with Gwen.

"R-Right." Cody got a little bit desperate, but respected her wishes and moved on to another woman, giving it one last attempt. Reaching the end of the dock, he decided to give it a shot with Leshawna. Third time's the charm was a common belief.

The geek couldn't utter a word - only opened his mouth - when Leshawna pressed a finger against his lips. "Save it, short stuff." Not as harsh as Gwen, but also straight to the point. It became crystal clear to Cody and everyone else near or watching, that she wasn't interested. Casting a defeated frown, he faintly sighed and migrated into the crowd.

Chris witnessed all of this and could only laugh at his failure. "Looks like our self-proclaimed ladies' man has struck out! All three times, in fact! But enough of that." He turned his head to face the other male arrival, who had been standing there, patiently. "Ezekiel! What's up, man." The host grinned at him.

Ezekiel took the question in a literal sense, indicated by his head looking upward at the sky. "I see a blue bird, eh. Oh wait." He squinted his eyes a bit to get a better look. "It's probably white. Or… is that a cloud. No wait, it's a cloud shaped like a bird!"

"Dang." DJ casted a sympathetic look toward him. While he had zero intentions of judging him, it kind of surprised him when someone didn't know the metaphorical definition of the 'what's up' phrase.

"Alright dude. I need to give you some important advice, man to man." Chris put a hand on his shoulder and scooted a bit closer to the prairie boy. "I know you grew up with a bunch of freaky and weird farm people, but don't say or do anything that might get you kicked off early. Got that?" The host seemed rather serious about this. Not sure why though.

Ezekiel nodded, having listened to him, word for word. "Yes sir!" The advice now ingrained in his head, he made his way towards the other campers. He stuffed his hands into the pocket of his jacket; that was the end of his introduction.

Once out of range, Chris shook his head. In his mind, he had little faith that the prairie boy will last long in this competition. Not that he would say it, for the sake of protecting his reputation and upholding his professional demeanor.

"That's so cool! I wanna be friends with them!" Owen commented in regard to the 'freaky' and 'weird' people Ezekiel grew up with. A bit of discomfort formed on his face. "But… I don't think that's a nice way of describing them." He confessed.

Back to the introduction routine, the tenth boat brought two more passengers - another man and another woman. The latter looked serious, borderline upset. Compared to Eva's intimidating expression, this woman didn't come close to beating her. Regardless, she eyed the other campers, getting a good observation of them. She had raven black hair and wore an outfit that was rather revealing: a maroon top that almost looked like a sports bra and barely legal shorts. Also known as short shorts.

The former had a serious expression too; his eyes were keen and part of his mindset of being prepared to tackle any forthcoming challenges. From top to bottom, he dressed like the stereotypical punk, sporting a black t-shirt with a large skull design on it. His hair seemed to be styled in a green fauxhawk - more of a mohawk from afar - and piercings were apparent on his face.

As far as formalities went, Chris introduced the lady first because of the rule of thumb. That, and because she was the first to step forth, not looking too pleased. "Heather." Then he glanced toward the punk-looking man. "Duncan. Welcome to your new home for the summer! It's the perfect place to fulfill all of your dreams and desires!" If one knew the truth, in which the host himself did, it wasn't a perfect place. Not even close.

"You call this a perfect place?" Heather snapped, gesturing to the island and part of the camp she was able to see. "It's not even close to a five-star resort; this looks like a total dump." She groaned in frustration and stalked past the host. "I am not staying here."

Chris kept up his trademark grin, smugness behind that smile. "Hope you can swim a long distance then. Because your only ride home has already left!" To provide evidence and prove his own point, he pointed at the yacht that had dropped off Heather and Duncan. Indeed, it had long left the dock, though could still be seen from a good distance.

Heather felt some despair build into her, as she watched the boat speed away, until her naked eyes could no longer see the watercraft. Then, with a scowl, she turned to glare at Chris, dead in the eyes. "This isn't over, Chris." She pointed at him before facing the other people that were standing there in silence. "And as for the rest of you…" Her mouth opened, ready to insult all of them as a whole.

But nothing came out. Not a single word or even a displeasing sound. The sound of her taking a deep breath could be heard right after. While still irritated, she managed to compose herself and get a grip on her emotions. Had she refused or failed to do so, then she'd cause nothing but trouble for herself. Plenty of trouble. Nonetheless, she glided along the dock and joined the growing cast.

The smile Chris kept adorning never faded. Right when Heather got out of earshot, he remarked to himself. "Nasty." He chuckled. "She's gonna be perfect for the -" As soon as the host turned to get ready to introduce Duncan, he found himself gazing at the punk, who didn't seem impressed, to say the least.

It did not take long for the punk to get his first words in on this show. "I don't like surprises." He pounded his fist into his open palm. The sound of his knuckles cracking - for his closed hand to be specific - could be heard, loud enough for the host to hear at least. His intention was to intimidate him to his satisfaction.

Duncan had accomplished his goal of getting the host to feel guarded. Only except, it fazed him a little bit instead of a lot like he hoped for. While Chris took a couple of steps back in case the worst happened, his smile remained on full display. "Good thing your parole officer warned me about that." He confessed. "He told me to give him a heads up if you go around causing trouble." That smile morphed into a subtle, small smirk. "And with cameras all over the island, it's not like there would be a lack of evidence, would there?"

That was all it took for Duncan to take no further action. He mustered a reluctant yet defeated smile, followed by an amused scoff. "Alright then." While to Chris he may have conceded and convinced him that he would stay out of trouble, the chances of that occurring were slim to none. Not that the punk would make it obvious. Sauntering across the dock to where the other contestants stood, he gave a passing wink to Heather. "See you at the campfire, gorgeous."

Not in the mood for flirtatious remarks, Heather shot down his advancement. "As if I'll give some vile freak like you a chance." She sneered, letting her words cut into him - in a metaphorical sense. To add on to effect, she crossed her arms.

It didn't faze Duncan in the slightest; he smirked in fact. "Not bad. If being a freak turns you on, I can get as vile as you want, toots." His rather vulgar comments were not going to be ceased anytime soon. Not that he seemed to care about how crude it was.

Heather looked ready to snap again, only this time, at Duncan. "You're disgusting. I can't believe I had to spend thirty minutes on a boat ride with you." Tensions were starting to build up, and not necessarily the good kind. One was getting upset and the other continued to egg her on, to a certain extent.

Duncan snickered before breaking away from the conversation to get settled into the group, but not before attempting to get the last word in. "Denial's not gonna get you far, toots." Short and simple, yet still crude enough to one-up the mean girl. Heather would've retorted, but bit her tongue once again - in a metaphorical sense. She did not need to lose brain cells or waste time dealing with the 'vile freak'.

"Loving the tension." Chris let out a satisfied chuckle, being a host and wanting the show to do well as part of his job. "But! It'll have to wait because here comes the next boat!" He brought the attention and focus to the incoming yacht, soon to drop off another man and another woman. The man wore a rather good getup for a day outside in the heat. It consisted of sandals, shorts, and a pink button-down shirt - completely unbuttoned to show off some of his upper body. His blond hair was topped with a cowboy hat, his rather most distinctive piece of apparel.

The woman at hand wore a small but sincere smile, waving at the others on the dock as her boat got closer to the wooden piece of creation by previous island inhabitants. The wave was simple, polite, and definitely not offensive enough to ruin a good first impression. With chestnut brown hair and a mocha skin tone, she garnered a fair share of head turns. Wearing an outfit best fitting for an academic student, one could guess that she was more of a cerebral type than a muscular or beauty type. A prep, to be more specific.

While the prep girl got off the boat step by step, taking gentle steps - like a person of high class walking down the isle to reach the podium and make an important speech - and keeping hands behind her back to imply formalities, the man with the cowboy hat hopped off the watercraft around the same time. He gave the boat driver a shaka sign before they sped away off-screen.

Chris went ahead and introduced them both. "Our next two contestants are Courtney and Geoff!" He looked at the prep girl and the man with the cowboy hat respectively as he said their names. Then he allowed the woman to speak first, consent from the man as well.

"Thank you." She smiled at the two men for their courtesy and turned to address the other campers standing on the dock. "Hello everyone. You must be the other contestants. It's very nice to meet you all." Courtney gave them a respectful nod.

"Hi! I'm Beth!" The aforementioned Beth rushed up to her, eager to meet someone as cool as Courtney. Although she got a bit too close for comfort, not giving the prep girl much space. "It's so nice to meet you too!" Her braces made her lisp, but it didn't affect her speech. Not that much.

Not wanting to be rude but also wanting some personal space, Courtney took a couple of steps back - it made her feel comfortable enough. Still wearing a small smile, she nodded at Beth. "Thank you, Beth. I wish you the best of luck." Then she looked at the others again. "And to my competitors, I also wish you good luck, and may the best person win."

Gwen deadpanned from where she was standing before muttering to herself. "I'll give it a few days before she shows her true colors." A quick moment of silence from her. "Maybe less." She corrected herself, not trusting Courtney's polite demeanor.

Once the amiable chit-chat came to an end, Geoff, the man with the cowboy hat, came up to Chris, energetic as one could've expected. "Chris McLean! Dude!" The two men exchanged a high-five with each other. "It's an honor to meet you, man! Me and Courtney were just talking about how awesome you are!"

"Well I did compliment you, but not in the way -" Courtney attempted to speak up for correction, but couldn't finish and got interrupted.

"Awesome to hear, Geoff!" Chris grinned at him. He found him to be pleasant thus far, considering that his self-esteem got boosted from the compliment. "So, you proclaim yourself to be Toronto's residential party dude?" He changed the topic, intending to get Geoff to spew some information about himself, or in general; as long as it was entertaining.

"You know it, bro!" Geoff replied to Chris before turning his attention toward the other people. "Alright, dudes and dudettes!" He spoke up loudly to get everyone's focus for his impending announcement. "This crowd totally looks awesome! I'm holding a big party for all of you! It's gonna be so sick! I even brought both of my speakers with me!"

"Woohoo! I love parties!" Owen cheered at the prospect of a party. "Is there gonna be food? And pop? And delicious, mouth-watering food?" If it hadn't been obvious already, he was very interested in the food and drinks.

"Of course!" Geoff exclaimed. "Can't have a good party without some snacks and pop!"

"Nice, dude!" Duncan and Geoff gave each other a high-five. "And check it out, we got ourselves some hot babes! Including this one over here." He smirked at Courtney.

Courtney could only frown in response to his crude language. "I would appreciate it if you didn't give me any inappropriate nicknames like 'hot babe'." She told him in a stern voice. But before she or Duncan or any of the other campers could chime in, someone else - a particular host - beat them to the punch.

"Okay, love the tension and all, but save the drama for later." Chris stopped them, albeit out of reluctance. He would love the building drama between Duncan and Courtney to go on for the sake of garnering good and high ratings, but he didn't have all day. Not that he would say it out loud, but he was on a schedule. "We got one last boat arriving…" He turned his head to look out into the distance. Once he saw a moving object, he finished. "Now!"

With only one man and one woman left to introduce, the final boat soon docked in front of the host, another unseen boat driver dropping off the last two contestants. Once it sped away, that was it. Another yacht wouldn't be coming after this duo. The man adorning a pair of shades allowed the excited woman to step off first, and by extension, be introduced. A rather tall and handsome man of possibly Latin descent, his appearance could rival Justin's or even be hotter. From the hair to the physique to the clothes to the accessories - most notable was the bull's skull pendant.

As for the woman, who wore an excitable expression like she genuinely wanted to be here, she too was rather tall - shorter than the Latin man - and her magenta-colored, dyed hair was all so noticeable. A simple braid style, but the length - reached down to her lower back. Similar to the man, she also adorned a pendant, but a locket instead of a bull's skull. Leering at Chris, she suddenly charged towards him, though not intending to harm him.

"O-M-G!" The woman squealed, getting too close for comfort. She appeared to be on the verge of hyperventilating. It was kind of a surprise that she didn't went ahead and pull the host into a crushing hug. Nonetheless. "I can't believe this is happening! You're the Chris McLean! No copycat, no ripoff! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I'm like your biggest fan!" At this point, it was starting to creep him out, despite the attention.

"Uh, that's cool and all, Sierra, but…" Chris slowly backed away from her, though not too much in case she took it the wrong way and would try to slander his reputation. "Could you give me some personal space? Or better yet, head to the end of the dock?" He didn't try to hide his discomfort with this woman.

Sierra nodded her head rapidly. "Okay, okay!" She squealed again. "I just can't believe I'm actually here! On a reality TV show! And I get to watch you host in front of the cameras! The fans in my 'Chris McLean Junior Fan Club' will be so excited to watch us!" Once it was all said and done, she joined up with the others, being given a bit of a wide berth.

Chris took a deep breath, mumbling to himself. "There's always that one creepy fan. Just great." He shook his head - dripping sarcasm at the end of his complaint. Upon recomposing himself, not to mention making a mental note to also steer clear of her, unless for hosting purposes, he turned to the man with shades. "And our final competitor is Alejandro! Good to have you here!" His grin returned.

The man named Alejandro took off his shades and flashed a smile. Such a smile could indeed rival Justin's, or if taken further, Chris McLean's. "Not as good as it is to be here, I assure you." He kept it short and simple, exchanging a fist bump with the host before continuing on to the rest of the cast. "Greetings, amigos! I look forward to getting to know you all." A couple of high-fives were given, whilst every woman swooned over him, each to a different degree. But for one man, no swooning or even a friendly expression in exchange.

If one paid attention to Justin, they could see him glaring towards the Spaniard. It seemed like he had a potential rival in this competition.

"Okay!" Chris brought the attention back onto him, using a loud voice to do so. "First thing's first! Now that we've introduced everyone, we need a group photo for the promos, the marketing team, all of that good stuff. So, I need everyone to gather at the end of the dock!" He gestured to where he was standing - for clarification - and soon, each of the teens complied, later arranging themselves into three or four loose rows. Regardless, all of them were visible for the impending camera. Some posed. Some got chill and comfortable. Some looked pleased. And some looked ready to end it all.

With a gesture of his hand, Chris brought in another boat, resembling the appearance of the previous boats that had dropped off the contestants. He hopped onto the watercraft, followed by being handed a camera from the unseen boat driver. Now on the bow, he brought the camera up to center view.

"Alright, teens! On the count of three!" Chris called out to prepare them. "One! Two!" But before he could reach number three, he paused. "Oops! Hold on. The camera lens are closed." He proceeded to turn around and check on the camera, changing the settings.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Noah mumbled, who was wrapped underneath one of Owen's arms. No one else heard him though.

"Got it!" Chris grinned again before aiming the camera at the cast. "Let's try again! One! Two!" But once again, before he could reach the count of three, he paused. Just like some of the contestants losing their smiles, the host too lost his smile. "Wait, hold on. I forgot. I need to reinstall some film into this camera. This won't take long." He turned around again.

"Come on, Chris, I hear some rumblin' from underneath!" Leshawna spoke up, advising the host to hurry up so she wouldn't risk falling into the water, via a dock potentially falling apart. Some of the campers murmured in agreement.

"Okay! From the top, folks!" Chris repeated the process, confident that he wouldn't run into any problems this time. "One! Two! Three! Everyone say, 'Wawanakwa'!"

"Wawanakwa!" Most of the contestants yelled out. Chris snapped a couple of pictures, getting everyone in the shot, also in good quality as well. Once it was all said and done, some broke away from the group, in fear of something bad happening to the dock.

But nothing happened. One would assume it would break because of how worn down it looked. Other than the sound of small rumbling and cracking, the dock remained standing.

As for the host, he grinned at the results - the pictures too. "Alright, campers! Meet me by the campfire in two minutes!" He revealed a bit of the surprise; they were campers competing at a summer camp on an island. But one thing was clear and official.

The game had begun.

Author's Note: What's up. Welcome to the end of the chapter. Whether you actually read it through or skimmed or skipped to the bottom, I'll still go ahead and discuss about the content in this chapter and my thought process in writing it. So first and foremost, with the premise of this story preventing some potential storylines that could occur and do well in future seasons, such as: more exploration of a couple, a redemption arc, the main antagonist attempting to survive or get retribution, etc., that's why I'm going to make this story as detailed as possible. Each episode will be divided into two or three parts. There'll be extra chapters to focus on the contestants outside of the challenges, and the eliminated contestants as well. It's more behind-the-scenes oriented than seen-on-TV-episode. My main goal is to finish the story in high quality and develop each character to the best of my ability; I intend to make them detailed and accurate.

Onto the chapter itself, I settled on doing duos because it would speed up the introduction phase. It's also a method not used too commonly in other Total Drama stories I've read. Though given how I introduced them, I felt like doing one at a time would've still sufficed. In regards to the dialogue, it came down to me imagining their voice speaking these lines I wrote. Now some talked more than others, but in defense, it's only the first chapter, not everyone is a talkative person, and everyone still got to talk and make a memorable first impression. Guarantee though, I won't have anyone pull a Sadie from TDI and go mute for three episodes.

So that's pretty much it. Honestly, it was just a straightforward, introductory chapter. Nothing more, nothing less. Hopefully shit will start to get interesting next chapter. If you got feedback you want to provide, then feel free to leave a review or PM me your thoughts. Follow and/or favorite too. It's all okay if you don't want to. With that being said and done, I'll see you in the next chapter! Let's hope I get it out in a quick period of time!

Take care, fellow human! - Chef Project