Episode 8: You build it,You break it!
(Coyler's Note: Alrighty,here's the current elimination table!
Eliminated:
14th: Justin - Directing Dictators
13th: Dakota - Captivating CameraCrew
12th: Ezekiel - Directing Dictators
11th: Tyler - Directing Dictators
10th: Rodney - Captivating CameraCrew
Still in the Running:
Noah - Directing Dictators
Max - Directing Dictators
Trent - Captivating CameraCrew
Harold - Captivating CameraCrew
Brick - Captivating CameraCrew
Bridgette - Directing Dictators
Dawn - Directing Dictators
Eva - Captivating CameraCrew
Ella - Captivating CameraCrew
Climbing out of his car on a cold,rainy morning,Chris was scared by a camera crew. "Ah! God guys,did nobody ever teach you personal space? God!" He yelled at them, "Anyway,last time on Total Drama yadda yadda:
The teams were taken to a fancy establishment of the food kind where I put them to work to clear off a debt I had with the owner. Some interesting occurrences went down to say the least! Max showed off his German engineering skills,Trent got assaulted by groupies,Rodney dumped food on his team and Harold got run over by an ambulance. With the help of Max's invention and special guest Owen,the Directing Dictators finally scored another win and sent the Captivating CameraCrew to the elimination. In a not-so shocking vote it turned out to be Rodney who was voted the most sus and forced to get the heck outta here. Without any Dictators here to save him,we said bye-bye to the biggest farm boy to ever live! We're now down to nine,though tonigh that'll change to eight. Who will be crumbling under the weight of today's challenge? Will Noah ruin another person's day? And will this fucking camera leave me alone for a few minutes? Find out today,on Total! Drama! Take 2!".
*cast trailers*
Inside the guy's trailer they were performing an incredibly dangerous experiment,an experiment that,if failed,could result in their lives ending right before their very eyes. Trent,Harold,Noah and Max were standing next to Brick's bunk. The soldier was fast asleep and talking to himself as if he was in the middle of a huge battle,shouting and make gun fire noises with his tongue. "You sure this is safe?" asked Trent. "Of course I'm sure,I was one of the highest ranked members of the biology club back home" pouted Max,as he held a small bowl of water, "Now - who wants to do the honour?". "I'd love to do it,my injuries won't allow it" said Harold,one of his arms still in a cast. "C'mon man,just do it" said Noah. "Don't be such a pussio" snapped Max. Harold rolled his eyes, "I think Noah should do it,it was his idea after all". The boys looked at Noah,who began to sweat. He put up his hands, "What? Pfft,no,I can't do it". "All in favour of Noah sacraficing himself say I" Max said quickly. "I!" Trent and Harold blurted out simultaneously. "Relax dude,if he wakes up we die together" assured Trent. Noah coughed and bit his lip as he took the bowl. Gently lifting Brick's hand he placed it into the small bowl of water. The boys began to laugh as they waited,but nothing happened. "Aw man,it's a dud" sighed Harold. "Way to go Mr Biologist" Trent scoffed sarcastically. Max rolled his eyes, "Shut up! How was I meant to know that his tanks were already drained?". "Who said I was drained?" came a gruff voice. The boys froze and slowly turned around and gulped. Standing before them with tensed muscles and dark,battlefield filled eyes was Brick. He shocked the guys when he dropped his shorts to reveal he was wearing a pouch and speedos that collected his...liquids. He removed it and plugged it into a small hose, "Brace yourself boys,you're about to learn what happens when you wake a superior officer from his beauty sleep". "Oh shit!" yelled Trent,who spun round and dove out the window. Harold,Noah and Max ran to the door,which for some reason was locked. "Get back here you coward! What happened to dying together?" Noah yelled. "Die by yourselves guys!" Trent yelled from a large distance.
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Trent (Captivating CameraCrew): Call me out on this,but I think I might've made Usain Bolt look like a morning jogger with how fast I ran back there.
Harold (Captivating CameraCrew): Gee thanks Trent. GOSH!
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"What the FUCK is going on here?!" yelled Eva,bursting out of the door of the girl's trailer. "Nothing,go back to bed" Brick yelled from inside the guy's trailer. "Go back to bed? There's no time for that when there's challenges to be done!" Chris yelled through his megaphone as he walked into the area with Chef. The two were dressed in construction worker outfits while Trent was thrown over Chef's shoulder,though he quickly dumped him on the ground. Everyone exited their trailers,some still in their pyjamas. "Sleep well?" Chris chuckled. "I was until these jokers went and ruined it" grumbled Brick,clapping Noah and Max across the back of their heads. "Ow! Jeez!" Noah yelped,rubbing his ear. "Love the enthusiasm for damage control Brick,but try hold it in until later today" Chris smirked. "Are today's challenge something to do with demolition?" Harold asked. "You're half right Harold. Today's challenges will be based on construction shows! To start off,here's your uniforms for today,they should help you look like proper workers" Chris beamed as Chef tossed out bags containing the clothes. Dawn stuck her hand in, "Hmm. A hard hat,high-vis jacket,jeans,boots and a white t-shirt" she mused,looking at the clothing. "Seriously? This sucks! Do you have any idea how cold it is?" Max whined. "Precisely why you've gotta wear this stuff,to keep things more authentic" Chris explained, "Now. I'm gonna go watch the interns set everything up. Get changed and be at the outside filming area round back in twenty minutes".
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Eva (Captivating CameraCrew): *looks in mirror with uniform on* Huh,this actually doesn't look half bad. I look like one of those calender model girls or something.
Noah (Directing Dictators): *puts on hard hat,which doesn't even cover his forehead* Perfect,this'll save me from a concussion if someone drops a hammer off a roof.
Harold (Captivating CameraCrew): A lot of serious injuries can come from the construction site,so it's a good thing these uniforms seem to be standard issue. Thank Kars the budget has been raised or else I might've gone through the day with a brick in my frontal lobe.
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Later the teams were in an area round back that had to empty warehouses,both looking as if they had seen better days. They were rusty,missing pieces and littered with broken machinery inside and out. On each side there were huge piles of building materials and tools inside squares that were marked out on the floor with red and green tape. "Where's Chris at,anyone seen him?" Trent asked,pushing up the brim of his helmet so he could see the materials better. "Maybe he went to lunch?" asked Max. "It's 1pm" said Ella. Suddenly a loud rumbling could be heard as a giant bulldozer smashed through the wall on the other side of the warehouse. Chris was sitting on the drivers seat and blowing a trumpet to the tune of "Ride of the Valkyries". "Hey hey hey my upcoming labourers!" Chris chortled,as he stopped the bulldozer and inch from Ella's face,causing her to faint. "Nice one" Eva grumbled sarcastically as she picked Ella up and slung her across her shoulder. "If you think a fainting sap is the worst thing that'll happen today you couldn't be any further from the truth" Chris laughed, "Your first challenge is very simple but will require a lot of elbow grease!" he explained. Chris pointed to the piles of materials, "You see all that junk? Your job is simple,draw some blueprints for a totally tubular home and construct it to match said blueprints. The team that does the best construction job with the most interesting home will win an advantage in the next challenge". Trent whistled in amazement, "What kinda equipment are we gonna be working with? Surely you don't expect to do all this barehanded right?". Chris shook his head, "Originally Mr Coyle did want you guys to use classic building skills like making your own tools but after realising you'd just be banging rocks together for a few hours he decided it'd be more fun to give you idiots power tools". "Hmph,fair enough" muttered Noah. Chris walked over to his bulldozer and clambered into the driver's seat, "You've got five hours to draw up some blueprints and get to work on construction,so hop to it" he grinned as he reversed through a wall,creating another large hole next to the one he used to enter the warehouse.
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Max (Directing Dictators): Huzzah! I seem to be on a hot streak of challenges that favour within my abilities of building,granted the other team has more conventionally superior players but they do not posses my vastly greater intellect!
Brick (Captivating CameraCrew): Hmm,should be simple enough. Not to brag but I did build a shed once that still stands in my Mom's backyard.
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(Directing Dictators)
Sitting inside the services tent,the Dictators had empty blueprint templates along with pens,pencils and erasers that they could use for sketching. "Alright,you guys got any ideas?" Bridgette asked,scratching her head. Dawn frowned, "Unfortunately not,I'm not exactly an expert at large scale assembly". Noah scoffed, "It's a house girls,we can just go simple. It's not like we have to live in it or anything". Bridgette shrugged, "Fair point I suppose". Max began sketching ideas for a decent home that seemed small enough to build quickly but large enough to qualify. "What are your thoughts on this so far?" Max asked,spinning the drawing board around to show the team. Noah was impressed at the design,a two storey home that was equipped with a front door,windows and a slate roof with a brick chimney on the left side. The sides of the home were also given windows along with the backside being drawn with a large sliding glass door. The second page detailing the interior had a main hallway,downstairs bathroom,living room and a kitchen which also served as a dining room all on the first floor,while upstairs was able to hold three bedrooms,another bathroom for public use and a third bathroom in the master bedroom. "Wow,that's very well drawn" Noah admitted. "I agree,good work Max!" Dawn smiled. "Honestly,I think we can handle this no sweat" said Bridgette, "As long as we manage to find a perfect groove we can push through and win this!" she exclaimed,punching the air. "Here here!" Max agreed,taking a drink of water that was on the table. Bridgette rubbed her hands together and put on her hardhat, "Okay team,let's get to work!".
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Bridgette (Directing Dictators): Man,I got such a rush from speaking up like that! Almost like I was a leader or something cool like that!
Noah (Directing Dictators): Gotta be honest,I think Max is someone I could do with getting on my side as an ally. I know Tyler told him some stuff about me before he got eliminated,but that doesn't mean fixing it is impossible. Besides,as long as we can win today's challenge I'll be safe for another day. I've done the math and been able to work out that there's only two more eliminations before the merge happens,so as long as I can get to the halfway point I can have free reign to try and recruit some of the CameraCrew's members onto my side.
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(Captivating CameraCrew)
"I'm just saying,a gym room would be a really unique and useful addition to the structure" Brick said with a serious tone. "And I'm saying that we don't need a gym in the first place,GOSH!" Harold rasped in annoyance. "Would you two knock it off already? There's really no need to argue on this at all,let's just build the actual house first and then work out what goes inside after it's finished" Trent suggested. "Not a bad idea,we can cross that bridge when we get to it" agreed Eva. Harold sighed, "Fine fine,I'll calm down". "Good" said Eva, "Now...does anyone have any ideas for drawing it?" she asked,as the group sat around the blank paper inside the guy's trailer. Ella raised a hand, "I sometimes draw castles! Can I please try?" she asked smiling. Eva quirked her unibrow, "I'm pretty sure a castle and a bog-standard home are two completely different things". "You'd be correct on that" Harold added. Brick rolled his eyes, "Whatever,go buck wild Ella,let's see what you have in mind" he told her,tossing over a sharpened pencil. Ella gave a small salute, "Yes Sir!" she beamed before she began to start sketching some outlines for a structure.
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Harold (Captivating CameraCrew): When it comes to things like architecture I consider myself somewhat of an expert. I've seen every episode of 'Room to Improve' at least four times AND have become a Minecraft aficionado.
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The contestants were soon at work,as The Dictators went about gathering their materials and laying concrete foundations while the The CameraCrew worked on refining their ideas and design. Chris sat on one of the benches next to the fire pit and smirked, "Seems everyone has gotten to work real quick! Who will build the better fortress of solitude? And who will manage to win the day? Find out after the break!"
The sky had become a dark and cloudy grey as work continued. The teams were hard at work laying concrete foundations and putting up brick walls for their houses,though some were doing better than others. "Hey,hold this for a second would ya?" Eva barked,tossing a hot glue-gun at Trent. Trent was caught off guard as he had been busy cutting up girders for a frame when there was suddenly a large amount of boiling glue splashing into his hands. He obviously screamed in pain and fell to his knees blowing his hands to cool them down. "Hey Iron Woman,I think Elvis might be injured" Noah said to Eva sarcastically as he walked by carrying a crate of nails. Eva rolled her eyes, "Wow,thanks for telling me Captain Obvious". Brick marched over carrying lumber to see what the commotion was,being shocked to see Trent's glue incrusted hands, "Oh no! Are you okay Trent?" he asked,dumping the lumber and rushing to his aid. Trent looked up, "N-Nah,I'm not doing too hot right now" he chuckled. Brick gasped when he saw the damage,and stood up waving his arms, "MEDIC! RIGHT AWAY!". Some interns came running over with first-aid kits and helped Trent up onto his feet. "Thanks gu- OW! BE CAREFUL!" he yelled as he hands knocked against a girder. "Don't worry man,they'll bust you outta that stuff in no time!" Harold spluttered as he flattened concrete to make room for the foundation supports.
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Trent (Captivating CameraCrew): *his hands are in thicc bandages* Damn,these things sting real bad. Apparently I got third degree burns from the glue,it got all layered up so they had to call in a dude to at least seperate my hands with a dovetail saw. Not exactly sure how I can be much help on site like this,but at the very least it couldn't hurt to try...right?
Eva (Captivating CameraCrew): I swear to GOD I thought I closed the chamber to stop the glue from coming out. Damn thing must've been busted!
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Harold stood up looking over his creation and wiped his forehead, "Yep...definitely a square of concrete if I've ever seen one". "Woah! Incredible! You made a square! Easily the most valuable member of the team!" Eva said sarcastically as she stepped past him to lay bricks. "Oh shit wait,the cement isn't dry yet!" Harold yelled. He was unfortunately too late however as Eva quickly became stuck up to her ankles in the wet cement. Eva scowled, "You could've at least WARNED ME FIRST!" she barked. "You didn't give me a chance to,GOSH!" Harold grumbled to himself as he picked up a shovel to help Eva free herself. Despite his efforts,Harold was unable to lift Eva out of the cement as it had hardened around her feet. "Just perfect" Eva muttered to herself. Harold tapped his chin thinking what to do. "Yo Brick,go get a drill!" Harold eventually yelled. Brick,who was working inside a large to lift up the floor piece,poked his head and yelled, "WHAT?". "I said GET A DRILL!" Harold yelled back. "I'm a little busy here soldier!" Brick replied,as the floor piece was lifted off the ground. Due to his positioning,Brick was unable to see Eva stuck on the edge as he swung the massive crane. "Hey wait! WAIT!" Harold shouted as he dashed for the crane while waving his arms.
Meanwhile,the Dictators were making slow but steady progress. They had managed to layer up the concrete foundations and construct their chimney,now working on layering together large plates of timber to compress to create the upstairs floor. "Had I known we would be doing stuff like this,I probably wouldn't have voted for Tyler during our last elimination" Bridgette panted as she wiped sweat from her forehead. "That dude may be strong but also a klutz,chances are he'd probably be constantly knocking stuff over" Noah retorted as he hammered nails. "I don't like the man but he's got a point!" Max called out from inside the chimney. Dawn climbed a ladder and looked down,lifting an eyebrow, "Um,Max? What are you doing in there?". "If you must know,I'm coating the inside of this here chimney with a special...well coating,that should hopefully prevent animals like birds from constructing nests" Max explained. "Why would you wanna destroy bird nests?" Dawn asked,saddened. "Because they can be nothing but a nuisance! Especially during colder seasons!" Max exclaimed, "They destroy the inside of the walls and ruin important structural pieces needed to keep the home standing up...and the noise is dreadful too but that's besides the point". Noah stood up and cracked his back, "Okay,we should probably get to work building the stairs before trying to put in the flooring for both upstairs and downstairs". Bridgette was confused, "Don't the walls usually go first?". Max poked his head out of the chimney's bottom where the fire place would be, "In theory yes,but in practice no. Typically the foundation is first,the stairs second,downstairs floor third,the downstairs portions of the walling fourth,upstairs floor fifth,the upstairs walling sixth and finally the roofing seventh" he explained,listing off each of the steps on his grubby fingers. Bridgette sighed, "If you say so" she muttered in response as she picked up a hammer.
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Bridgette (Directing Dictators): I don't mean to sound like someone posh,but manual labour and stuff really isn't for me. I'd much prefer working on a beach or something like that where it's all relaxed and chillaxed.
Max (Directing Dictators): My construction genius literally knows NO BOUNDS!
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The clock continued to tick as the houses were constructed. By now Trent had returned to the group and was helping them build the roof,despite the fact his hands could barely hold anything due to the bandages. "Are you sure this isn't too difficult for you Trent?" Ella asked kindly. Trent smiled, "Nah man,it's cool. These'll be better in no time,trust me. But just because I'm injured doesn't mean I can't still lend a hand" he laughed. Ella also laughed at Trent's joke,but this wasn't a good thing. She placed her hammer beside her,however before she could realise it was sliding down the roof. "Oh no!" she gasped as she tried to catch it. Down below,Harold and Eva were taking a break and enjoying some freshly brewed coffee. "Y'know this ain't half bad" Eva admitted. "The coffee or construction?" Harold asked. Eva thought for a moment, "Eh,both I guess". "HEY,HEADS UP!" Trent suddenly shouted from above. Harold and Eva were both confused and looked up,but Eva probably wished she hadn't as Ella's hammer smashed right into her face and busted her nose. She stumbled backwards clutching it and cursing in pain before falling backwards over a screwdriver. "Oh man,you alright?" Harold asked as he helped her up,some blood getting onto his hands. "WHAT DO YOU THINK DUMBASS? LOOK AT MY FUCKING NOSE!" Eva shrieked. "Just throwing it out there,but I did say 'heads up' so..." Trent awkwardly said from the roof. "You oughta be more careful you moron!" Eva yelled,throwing the hammer back and angrily shaking her fist. She stomped off to find a medic to patch her up while Harold went back to work. "I'm sorry that happened" Ella said sadly, "I-I didn't mean to do that!". Trent put his hands up, "Woah man relax,I'm not mad. It was a simple mistake,could've happened to anyone".
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Ella (Captivating CameraCrew): I hope Eva isn't too upset that I accidentally broke her nose,I really truly didn't intend for that to happen!
Harold (Captivating CameraCrew): I'm not exactly sure why the person who dropped that hammer can continue,everyone knows a key rule of working on a construction site is safety. Maybe the reason Chris didn't do anything but point and laugh from off-camera is because he didn't see who it was.
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After more time had passed time was finally up. "ATTENTION TEAMS,STOP BUILDING! TIME IS NOW UP!" Chris yelled into a megaphone as he walked into the space in between the two houses. "Woah,what happened to you?" Chris sniggered as he looked at the Dictators,who were all covered in scrapes and plasters. "We ran into some trouble with a nail gun" said Dawn,as Bridgette pulled a nail out of Max's foot. "Oh well,sucks to be you guys and gals" Chris laughed, "Now,since you caught my attention first let's see what you guys did" Chris said as he walked over to the Dictator's house. It was decently built given the allotted time,a basic two storey home. "Not bad,not bad" Chris noted as he walked through the front door. While there wasn't any furniture,the home did seem to have electricity and plumbing which netted the team some bonus points. "Colour me impressed so far guys,this is top notch" Chris smiled as he exited the bathroom while zipping up his trousers. "Now,lemme take a look upstairs" he smiled as he began walking up. The upstairs was similar to the bottom floor,having no furniture but being equipped with a working toilet and functioning lights. "A little barren but nicely done guys,despite having a disadvantage in numbers this came out pretty decent" Chris smiled as he wrote down notes. "I knew we would reign victorious!" Max yelled in triumph. "Take it easy Max,we haven't won yet" Bridgette reminded him. "And chances are you won't win after you see ours" Harold boasted. Chris clicked his fingers, "Let's put that big take to the test! Show me what you got Harold".
"Welcome to our humble abode" said Harold as he lead everyone through the front door, "Please leave your shoes at the side,so as not to drag mud through the carpets". Chris and Dictators were amazed at how large the CameraCrew's home was,being decked out with stylish wood panelling and fancy lights. Harold waved his arm, "Follow me please,try to keep up". Harold showed them all sorts of rooms,these included:
A swimming pool,
Lounge room,
Dining room,
Giant kitchen,
Private study rooms,
Deluxe bedrooms,
En Suite bathrooms,
A huge basement meant to look like an arcade,
An attic
And a gym. Suffice to say Chris and Dictators were baffled as to how the CameraCrew had managed to pull together something so magnificent in such a short amount of time. "There's gotta be some kinda trickery going on here,there's NO WAY you all put this together in just a few hours" Noah scowled. "I-I agree!" Bridgette added, "Trent your hands are all bandaged up and Eva's nose is busted,surely it would have been impossible,right?". "It does seem like that,but a lot of this was pretty easy to do" said Brick, "We used simpler methods to spread out space and use less materials in important structural areas to allow for much more to be created" he explained. "I'm sorta confused too" replied Chris, " Our budget didn't give you nearly enough for this stuff. How'd you pull it off?". "We used some of the materials from that warehouse where we got our challenge briefing earlier. Since it was basically on it's last legs we figured it would be alright" said Eva. "Hmmmmmmm" said Chris, "I suppose since you did technically use materials from the same area that you're actual ones were placed it isn't in violation of rules" he explained, "I probably don't even have to say it,but the winners of the first challenge are the CameraCrew!" he announced, "Congrats on the win dudes,but your labour fun isn't over yet! For winning you'll get an advantage in your next challenge which starts in a few minutes" he laughed. "What do you want us to do now?" Dawn asked,rubbing one of her nail wounds. "I'm sure you'll get a real kick outta this one" Chris smirked, "Your next challenge is to completely obliterate your homes to nothing but pure and raw foundation! First team to clear their foundation to look good as new wins immunity,while the losers are sending someone home!" he chortled. The contestants all groaned and complained hearing this. "Seriously man,we just spent the entire building this shit and now you want us to demolish it all?" Brick complained. "That's correct" Chris smiled. Bridgette shook her head, "But couldn't these be...I don't know...moved somewhere else and given to the homeless?". Chris nodded, "Probably,but that's not what the challenge is,if you wanna complain then take it up with upper management". Bridgette crossed her arms, "I think I will,ring them up". Chris was taken aback, "Are you kidding? I'm not exactly sure bothering Mr Coyle is a good idea". "Ring him up" Bridgette said. Chris shook his head,but begrudgingly pulled out his phone and dialed the number. "You don't have your boss on speed dial?" Noah asked. "No,why would I wanna call that dumbass" Chris sulked. He number began ringing and Chris handed his phone over.
(Mr Coyle's Office)
"And then Spider Guy has this epic battle against Joekerr to save the day!" Elias exclaimed,sitting in a chair inside Mr Coyle's office. "Bart my man,I like the idea but it definitely needs some fine tuning in order to work,you know what I mean" said Mr Coyle as he kicked back in his giant chair. Elias nodded, "Yeah,it isn't perfect but I think there could be something there". Mr Coyle clicked his fingers, "I'll tell you what,if you geniunely think you can pull this off I'm more than happy to call up Tyler and Ezekiel and all the other guys to star,hell I'll even appear in some scenes myself if you really want. You could throw in Alex and Logan and that,call us the Rude Dudes or something along those lines" he explained. Elias gasped, "Woah,you'd do all that for me?". Mr Coyle nodded, "Of course! Forget Morbin' Time it's Bartin' Time dude!". Mr Coyle then noticed his phone was starting to ring, "Huh,weird. Chris is calling me". "McLean?" asked Elias. "Yeah that's the one" Mr Coyle replied. "Ooh,ask if he wants a role!" Elias exclaimed. Mr Coyle rolled his eyes and answered, "Chris! Christopher! Jesus Chris! What's up lad,how you doing?". "Hello? Is this Chris' boss?" Bridgette asked on the other side of the phone. "Yep,Mr Coyle from across the street,producer of Total Drama. W-Who's this exactly? And why do you have Chris McLean's phone?" Mr Coyle responded. "I'm Bridgette Summers,currently competing in Total Drama Take 2" Bridgette reminded, "I just wanna say that I think it's appalling that you had us spend hours breaking our backs to build homes only to then say you want us to destroy them" she scolded. Mr Coyle laughed at first but his voice quickly changed to one of seriousness and anger, "So let me get this straight. You,Bridgette Summers,have decided to take my host's phone and call my personal number,while I'm in an important meeting,and you do all this to scold me and talk disgrace about my business. That's what you've done,plain and simple AND I WON'T HAVE IT!" he shouted. "Take it easy Caelen,she can't control you" Elias said nervously,putting his hands up in case Mr Coyle threw something. "W-Well I-I...n-no I wasn't..." Bridgette stammered. "NO YOU LISTEN TO ME!" Mr Coyle yelled, "I TAKE IMMENSE PRIDE IN WHAT I DO FOR A LIVING,AND WON'T TAKE THE WOKE BULLSHIT OF SOME SURFER WHO CLAIMS TO HATE THIS SHOW YET COMES BACK EVERY FUCKING TIME THERE'S A CHANCE TO GET PAID! YOU CALL THIS NUMBER AGAIN AND I'LL SEE TO IT YOU'RE KICKED OFF THE SHOW AND NEVER RETURN FOR ANOTHER SEASON,YOU HEAR?". Mr Coyle hung up the phone. He was fuming and quickly looking around for literally anything to throw. He settled on a Magic 8 Ball,which he picked up and hurtled out the door of his office. It rocketed through the air and crashed into an old man on crutches. Some people rushed to help and we're about to complain,but upon noticing how angry he was they merely brushed it off and apologised. Elias looked back and forth, "You want a cheeseburger and fries?". "Of course I want a burger and chips" Mr Coyle scowled, "I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE IT!".
Everyone was silent,some in shock and some in amazement after the phone call they had just witnessed before them. "Ooh,you're in trouble" Chris laughed. "Grow up for God's sake man" Brick sighed. "Hey! I'm always getting screamed at for the stupidest stuff,take one for the team why don't ya" Chris snapped, "Anyway,knock down these buildings,first team to do so gets immunity,losers vote off someone. Hop to it!" he announced as he walked away.
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Bridgette (Directing Dictators): I-I think I'm scared of Mr Coyle,he's so angry.
Harold (Captivating CameraCrew): It really sucks that I have to destroy such a magnificent creation. To demolish one's work goes completely against my teachings from Architect Steve's Construction Camp.
Chris McLean: Hey boss if you're watching this...please take out your anger on the contestants and not me,they're all adults so it isn't child beating anymore...heh heh.
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"Wait,aren't we supposed to get a reward for winning the first challenge?" Ella asked. "Chef's bringing it over now" Chris called back. Chef then walked into the CameraCrew's house and placed down a crate of dynamite. "Woah,I like the look of this!" Brick exclaimed,smirking as he picked up a stick. "You got one crate of this and one crate only. There's a wrecking ball outside too,one for each team" Chef grumbled before stomping away. "We gotta be real careful now if explosives are being thrown into the mix" said Trent as he cautiously picked up a stick. Brick nodded, "Agreed,we wouldn't want anymore of our group getting hurt". Harold thought for a moment, "Maybe we could try and spread out the explosions by putting two sticks into each room,then connecting them all to a single fuse which we can light outside? That way we can take out a fair bit of the building which will makes things much easier for the wrecking ball". "Excellent thinking!" Brick smiled,slapping Harold on the back, "Let's get to work guys,we don't know how far the other team have gotten so we've gotta move fast".
The Dictators were making efficient progress as they shut off the water pipes and electricity lines. Max had wanted to just start the demolition immediately but Dawn reminded him that it would case more damage than good unless they took the right precautions. Max did get lucky however as Dawn agreed to let him drive the wrecking ball. After a few minutes Bridgette and Noah walked out of the home and put their hardhats back on. "Alright,everything is shut off,go wild Max" Noah called out. Max laughed with joy, "Right away! I've been waiting for this very moment to cause this much destruction!". Revving up,the large crane swung right and then took a sharp left. With a mighty CRASH the steel wrecking ball ploughed through the tiny structure,blowing the roof and upstairs section to smithereens. All that remained were broken pieces of timber,brick and steel that smashed onto the ground,kicking up large plumes of dust and dirt. "EXCITING!" Max giggled to himself, "Truly THIS is the GREATEST OF HIGHS!". "Nice work Max!" Bridgette called out, "A few more swings and it'll all be done!".
Back at the CameraCrew's site they had finished setting up their explosives and running their fuse line outside. Trent and Eva had built a small structure to hide behind when they lit the fuse to avoid being hit by debris. With everything set up,Brick spat on his hands and rubbed them together as he grabbed the plunger. "Everyone ready?" he asked. "All good to go man" said Trent. "It's perfectly safe,just do it already" spat Eva. Brick rolled his eyes, "Fine fine. Three,Two,One...FIRE IN THE HOLE!" he shouted as he pushed the plunger down. A humungous BOOM could be heard as the home erupted into flames and a cloud of thick black smog. The CameraCrew and Dictators were coughing and put hands over their faces to avoid breathing in the smoke,nobody could see a thing. The smoke soon passed however to the surprise of everyone,the unthinkable had happened. Due to how close the buildings had been placed the dynamite from the CameraCrew had managed to completely demolish the Dictator's house,as the explosion and flying debris had turned the remains of the home to rubble while the CameraCrew still remained standing in a few places. Walking over in a gas mask,Chris laughed with glee, "Well well well,in a shocking turn of events it seems that the Captivating CameraCrew's advantage actually ended up costing them the win! Since their home is no longer in existence,the Directing Dictators win immunity!" he declared. The Dictators cheered at another immunity victory while the CameraCrew sulked and groaned. "CameraCrew,I'll see you tonight at the Gilded Chris Show later,ciao all!".
CONFESSIONAL START
Noah (Directing Dictators): Wow,talk about an insane amount of luck right? I was certain I'd probably be gone if we lost,there wasn't really much that came to mind in terms of giving the others reasons to vote for themselves and not me. Still,I'm remaining for another day so that's what counts.
Eva (Captivating CameraCrew): I can't believe I got a broken nose and lost my shoes for nothing!
Max (Directing Dictators): You know I must admit,I had a LOT of fun today. Is it on the same level as being cheered by everyone at that restaurant the other day? I'm not really sure,but I KNOW I did enjoy today's challenge despite getting shot at by a rogue nailgun.
Brick (Captivating CameraCrew): Voting someone out tonight is going to be a real challenge. We all performed quite well today,unlike most of our losses it wasn't anyone's fault it happened because of an outside force we couldn't have ever predicted. Still,someone has to go anyway.
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(Award Stage - Gilded Chris Ceremony)
"Welcome back Captivating CameraCrew,it's been a hot minute since you've been here" Chris grinned,standing on stage in his blue tuxuedo. "Not really a good thing though,is it?" Harold asked. "Bad for you,but good for me since it means one of you will get outta my life for a few weeks" Chris smirked, "You're votes have already been cast and processed,so now it's time for the moment you've all been waiting for. Remember,if you don't receive a Gilded Chris award you must leave by taking the dreaded Walk of Shame and climb into the Lame-O-Sine!" Chris explained, "Now,the following players are safe:
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and Brick,congrats on surviving another day" he announced. "Much appreciated Sir" Brick replied,giving a salute. Harold and Trent both gulped and glanced at each other. "You gotta be kidding,one of us is going?" Trent asked. Chris nodded, "That's correct Trent,either you or Harold will be finishing your run on the show tonight".
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Trent (Captivating CameraCrew): Aw geez,I hope it isn't me who's getting the boot. Sure I've still got the million from last season in the bank but I'd still like a shot at making that two million in the bank.
Harold (Captivating CameraCrew): PLEASE! In the name of Ultimate Kars,All Might and Gundham Tanaka,DON'T SEND ME HOME!
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Harold!" Chris exclaimed as he tossed Harold his award. "Whew,that was too close" Harold happily sighed as he wiped his brow in relief. Trent was upset,a frown appearing on his face, "C'mon,you all voted for me,why?" he asked. "Eva told us you broke her nose by dropping a hammer onto her from the roof earlier" Brick explained. "Wha-? No,that's not what happened!" Trent snapped, "I made a joke that Ella thought was funny,she dropped her hammer and it fell off the roof. I told Eva to look out to be nice,not because it was mine" he explained. Eva looked annoyed, "S-So what? I got it wrong,it was a simple mistake! Any of you could've done the same!" she snapped at the others. Chris tapped his watch, "Trent my man,sorry to say but it's time to go". Trent sighed, "Yeah yeah...hey,you'll cover the medical bills for my hand burns right?". Chris shook his head, "Sorry muchacho,burns don't fall under insurable injuries in your contract". Trent sighed once more,but shrugged and turned to walk away. He waved back at everyone, "Later dudes,thanks for keeping me around this long it's been great". Trent walked down the Carpet of Shame and climbed into the Lame-O-Sine,this time without being tossed in by Chef. The Lame-O-Sine rumbled into life and clanked off the film lot. With the elimination over,the remaining four Captivating CameraCrew members got up from the bleachers and returned to their trailers to sleep. Chris rubbed his hands together and adressed the camera, "Six down,Eight to go! With Trent gone we may have just lost the last normal person around here. Who will be taking the Lame-O-Sine next? And will our next day of challenges hold? Find out next time,on Total! Drama! Take 2!".
(Coyler's Note: Jesus Christ it's been so long since I've updated Take 2,at the time of writing it's the 14th of August and I created this file on January 30th. Major apologies,I've just been hard at work on the Total Despair Academy YouTube series. At the moment Episode 5 is currently in production and going smoothly. If you wanna check out the series so far,head on over to "Coyler Productions" on YouTube and give it a watch. Just bear in the mind the first episode doesn't have sound effects and the second episode has sound effects out of sync,sorry about that. However Episodes Three and Four are perfectly synced and some of my favourites so far so definitely check them out. That's it for this time! Coyler,out!)