DISCLAIMER:

Hello and welcome to this story. How was your first time? Is an experimental story, but no spoilers. It's focused on some guys of the G1 that had some relationship with Owen.

WARNING: This story is T for some violence, minor suggestive themes, and some bad jokes. The episode also has alcohol use, but all the characters are over the legal drinking age. I'll try to keep it in a non-offensive way. But consider yourself warned.

Total Drama belongs to Fresh TV and his creators and distributors. I don't own anything from the properties used in this fic.


How was your first time?

"This will be the MOST AWESOME REUNION PARTY EVER, WOO-HOO!" shouted Owen raising both arms and cheering excitedly.

It's been 6 months since the network let him and Noah return home after the end of the Ridonculous Race. After appearing in some promotional material for Total Drama and gaining some extra cash as a guest star in a cooking show, Owen decided to throw a big 'guys' party for all his Total Drama's friends in his family house outside the city.

"Calm down dude. Of course it'll be awesome. We have enough beer and food for an army," said Geoff giving Owen a thumbs up. Then he scratched his head under his hat. "But maybe it's too much drink. Didn't you say this will be only for a few friends?".

The big guy nodded excitedly. "Yes! I only invite the guys from the show who were in my same team or made an alliance with me," he then began to make numbers with his fingers.

"Hey dude! Looking at the guest list, you basically invited all the guys except Zeke. C'mon, you even invited Alejandro," said the party boy rolling his eyes. He still resented the archvillain after Bridgette's incident.

Just then, someone rang the doorbell. Owen left Geoff in the kitchen and went to open the door.

"I have to invite him. We were together in Chris is really, really, really, really hot team," explained Owen while opening the door.

Waiting outside the door was a big, strong build, dark-skinned man. He wore a puffer jacket, blue pants and was holding a big red cool box. "Hello man, I hope I'm not coming too soon."

"Of course not DJ my man. Come in. We're finishing the preparations," replied Owen, taking the cool box from his hands.

"Thanks man. I bring some food Momma, and I made for the party," DJ winked, following the host inside the kitchen.

The big guy left the cool box and licked his lips. "That's awesome. Your Momma food's really delicious."

"You didn't need to bring anything dude. I also brought lots of food," said Geoff, shaking hands and hugging his Jamaican friend as soon as he stepped in the kitchen.

"Don't worry man, with Owen here there won't be any leftovers," DJ opened the cool box and began to show its content. "I brought corndogs, sandwiches, Jamaican patty, some homemade potato chips, a Bulla cake I made myself, and…"

The Jamaican guy stopped talking when he found some bottles that he didn't pack.

"DJ, are you ok?" asked Owen, who was expecting to hear more about the delicious food DJ brought.

The Brickhouse nodded, scratching his head, "Yes. It's just that Momma put some bottles of Jamaican rum in the cool box."

"Jamaican Rum? Wow DJ! You should thank your Momma. With this I can prepare a sick Piña Colada." Geoff made a big grin and turned toward the host. "Hey dude, do you have pineapple juice?" but before Owen could answer, the doorbell rang again.

"No, I don't, but call Noah. He went out to buy some plastic cups, paper napkins, and maple syrup. Tell him to also bought pineapple juice and some pork rinds," shouted Owen while going to the main hall.

"Pork rinds?" asked Geoff raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, they're so tasty," Owen made a goofy smile while he opened the door.

At that moment, Alejandro stepped inside, hugging the big guy.

"Sobreviví! no puedo creelo, gracias Dios mío[1]," said Alejandro almost crying.

"Hello Al. I'm also glad to see you again hehehe," Owen blushed, surprised by Alejandro's sudden display of affection.

"C'mon man! It wasn't my fault. That truck was driving in the wrong line," exclaimed Tyler, entering the house carrying some bags.

The Spaniard looked at Tyler, his eyes bulging. "Only the truck? Tyler, you were driving 10 kilometers the wrong way, ignored 5 red lights, and ran over two squirrels, TWO!"

"Squirrels? I thought they were speed bumps," Tyler tried to remember when he ran over the speed bumps. "But hey, we're here safe and sound! And with no tickets," added the jock winking.

"Sometimes I'm not sure if you do it on purpose or you're a natural," said Alejandro shaking his head. He then faced the host. "Anyway I bring some bottles of red wine and some bottles of orujo. Have any of you tried orujo before?" asked The Spaniard while helping Tyler carry some bags.

"I tasted it once. It's strong," replied DJ rubbing his neck.

Alejandro left the bottles on the counter and opened his arms."Oh! Geoff and DJ are already here! Hello gentlemen, nice to meet you again."

"I would like to say the same, but I'm not," replied Geoff coldly, giving a handshake to Tyler.

"C'mon amigo. I know what I did was underhanded, mean, and dirty. I was blinded by greed, but it was 2 years ago, and I pay dearly for it. Can you at least forgive and forget for this party?" asked the Spaniard with an apologetic expression.

Geoff was bad at keeping grudges. He sighed and offered a hand to the archvillain. "I still don't like you, but I can't say no if you ask it like that. Ok let it be water under the bridge. Only try to not mention it, ok?"

Alejandro gave him a strong handshake. "Thanks, amigo. I promise to never bring that up."


While they were finishing the preparations, another guest rang the doorbell. Owen ran to the door, and he couldn't believe who was there.

"Holy Canadian Maples! I can't believe it, THE DRAMA BROTHERS!" shouted Owen, his eyes sparkling.

"Former Drama brothers Owen. We disbanded, remember? You were in our farewell concert," Cody was the first to enter the house, giving Owen a fist bump.

"Hey, you can always come back together. Many disbanded groups do it," said Owen pouting.

"Sorry man but it'll be some years before that can happen, if it happens. Right now, every one of us wants to search for our own path in life. And there is no way to know if those paths will cross again or not. Life is a mysterious cycle of greetings and farewells," said Harold raising a finger in a teacher-like tone as he entered.

"But that doesn't mean we aren't friends anymore. So we come together on Justin's van," added Trent following the nerd. He was carrying a cardboard box. "Also we bring some drinks. Tell me where do I leave them?"

Owen walked into the main hall. "In the kitchen, please follow me."

"And last but not least, it's me," Justin entered and closed the door, taking off his sunglasses. His smile was sparkling and charming as ever. "Please don't ask for autographs."

"IT'S JUSTIN! Oh, man! Can I have your autograph?" shouted Owen excitedly, leaving Trent standing in the middle of the room.

"No problem. Anything for a fan," replied Justin, taking out a black felt tip and signing Owen's shirt.

Most of the guests looked at them with puzzled expressions.

"Didn't Owen already know Justin would be here? I mean, he invited us," asked Cody with a deadpan expression.

Harold nodded, also with a deadpan expression. "And what is more mysterious. Justin said he wasn't giving autographs but he already had prepared a felt tip to sign them. Gosh! He's the same as always."

"Follow me dude. The kitchen is right there," Geoff told Trent, patting the guitarist in the shoulder.

Trent smiled and nodded, "Thanks man, My arms were getting tired."

In the kitchen, DJ smiled at them and stopped heating the food to greet the guitarist.

"Hello man," said the Brickhouse, cleaning the counter so Trent could leave the card box. "What do you have there?"

"We bring a lot of beers," said Trent taking out some six-packs. "And some bottles of whiskey."

"Hahaha, Whiskey? Really? That drink is for old people dude," laughed Geoff patting Trent's back.

The guitarist looked at him with an unamused expression. "Sorry for having an old man taste."

"Don't take it personally dude, we're just joking," the party guy smiled and winked at him.

"You're the same as always, Geoff," chuckled Trent while taking off his jacket. The musician then raised an eyebrow at the Jamaican guy, "And DJ, man, aren't you hot in that puffed jacket?".

DJ nodded, Drying his forehead's sweat with a napkin. "A little but they said today may fall a big snowstorm. So better be safe than sorry."

"Dude you're a worrywart. It's probably just an exaggeration. We're still in November, so it can't be that big," commented Geoff, opening a beer.

"And we're inside the house," added Trent, blinking a couple of times. Sometimes it was surprising how cautious DJ could be.

The Jamaican thought about it and took off his jacket. "You're right. Trent can you put my jacket in the coat stand with yours?" he then passed the puffer jacket to the guitarist.

Trent nodded, and after putting away the jackets, he returned to the kitchen to start catching up with DJ and Geoff.


Meanwhile in the living room, the new guests and the old ones began to chat.

"Harold! Fancy meeting," Tyler greeted his former Killer Bass teammate. "I didn't know you were Owen's friend."

"Hello my jock friend. We formed a short-lived alliance to eliminate Duncan during the second season, but alas, it didn't work. Anyway, as we were technically in an alliance, he had the courtesy of inviting me," Harold aDJusted his glasses and smiled.

"That's awesome bro, it feels like forever since we talked, maybe longer," said Tyler giving thumbs-up to the nerd. He then made a mischievous smile, waggling his eyebrows. "And how are things going with LeShawna? She told me you called her the other day to invite her to the movies."

"Gosh! I forgot you worked with her!" replied Harold blushing. "A gentleman has no memory, but I have to say it went better than I expected."

"That's great. If you go back together, we can go on an extreme double date with Lesh and my Linds. THAT WOULD BE AWESOME," said Tyler throwing his hands to the air.

Harold looked at the floor, trying to make a smile."That would be great. But I'm afraid it'll take some time before I get the courage to ask her to come back together."

"Oh c'mon man! She's not seeing anyone right now. As they said, when the opportunity presents itself, you have to subdue and take it," said Tyler, smacking himself lightly on the chest. "And if you need help, I'll be your wingman and put some good words for you. Like that Cyan of the Bluejack"

Harold's eyes went wide, almost dropping his glass. "First I'm almost sure that you tried to say Cyrano de Bergerac. And Please DON'T worry. I'll think about your offer but right now I don't want to rush things. So thanks but please DON't do anything," said the geek, worried about Tyler's help destroying his last chance.

"So you want to do it by yourself? Ok bro, I get it, but if you change your mind tell me and I'll help you," Tyler clinked his glass with Harold.

The geek hesitated for a moment about asking his help, but it was just a moment. Tyler then somehow threw his drink on the top of Harold's head.


The doorbell rang again, Owen, who was talking with Justin in the aisle, opened it immediately.

"Noah! Welcome back my little friend. Did you bring the pork rinds?" asked Owen excited by the food. He had already forgotten about the piña colada.

"No big guy, I didn't bring them. I was mugged on my way here," replied Noah in a serious tone.

The big guy fell on his knees, crying. "NOOOOOOOO! My pork rinds, Boohoo!"

The Indian guy smirked and chuckled. "And the mugger just followed me to your house." Behind him was Duncan holding some bags.

"I found the bookworm in the mall and followed him. Here take your pork rinds," said Duncan throwing a bag to Owen.

"Oh, pork rinds, I'm so glad you are ok," The big guy hugged the bag tenderly before opening and throwing some rinds into his mouth. "Mmmmm! Delicious."

"Yes, I'm glad you like it," replied Noah skipping the blond guy and going into the main hall. His eyes went wide for a moment when he met with the person in the aisle.

Justin glared at him with contempt. "Ah, it's you Noah."

"Yes. It's been a while but not enough, anti-me," replied Noah, who was also looking with contempt at the male model.

"It was obvious you would be here," sneered Justin, shrugging. "It seems your arms are as thin and unattractive as always."

"And you seem as empty-headed as always. Did you read some books since the last time we met?" asked Noah folding his arms, but he already knew the answer.

The model raised his head proudly. "Of course not."

"It was obvi…" began the genius but was interrupted by his phone ringing. "Sorry, it'll take only a moment."

"Running away? Don't worry, I'll be waiting so we can continue our discussion. If you want to lose again," said Justin smiling proudly, because in his opinion he won this round.


As they discussed, Duncan went into the kitchen. "Hi Elvis, DJ, Geoff, here comes the life of the party."

"Yo Duncan, how are you, man?" asked Geoff shaking the delinquent hand.

Duncan smirked and put some bags on the kitchen counter. "Great as always. Here's the pineapple juice and the coconut milk that Noah bought, and…" he made a dramatic pause before taking more bottles from the bag, "some vodka I bought for the party."

Instead of the joyful and exciting reaction Duncan expected, DJ, Geoff, and Trent just chuckled.

"What? I thought you would be overjoyed," Duncan glared at them, upset at their reaction.

"Sorry dude. We hoped that you would bring something to eat. Everyone is bringing alcohol, but only DJ and I brought food," explained Geoff, putting an arm across Duncan's shoulder. "We're happy that you brought more drink but it wasn't a surprise."

The delinquent cracked his knuckle. "If we have so many liquors, let me help to prepare some drinks. I have been practicing a lot."

"Awesome dude! I'll make some piña colada. Why don't you make some screwdrivers?" replied Geof taking some plastic cups from the bags.

"Ok, let's get started," replied Duncan, smirking.


Even if there was still some tension between some guests, especially against Alejandro, the party had a great start. The atmosphere was in general pleasant and fun.

Unexpectedly, the door rang again.

"I thought you didn't invite anyone else?" asked Noah raising an eyebrow.

Owen shook his head, "I didn't! I hope it's not Izzy. She said she was visiting her grandma in Ottawa." The big guy then went to see who the mysterious guest was.

Behind the door wasn't Izzy but a man with pale skin, short disheveled hair, a green hoodie, and a green toque.

"Ezekiel?" said Owen surprised to find the prairie boy in his door.

"Hello man, ehm…"

"Hello, eh, How are you doing, Owen?" replied Ezekiel sheepishly. He was holding a big and old barrel.

"I invite him," shouted Harold after hearing the prairie guy's voice. "I thought it would be fine because all the other killer basses are already here. It wouldn't be a problem to get another member of the Total Drama cast, right Owen?"

Duncan came out of the kitchen carrying a tray with some piña coladas. "I also invite him. C'mon big guy, let him in. We had more than enough booze for another guy."

"Of course there is no problem. Sorry for not inviting you, Zeke. It's that I don't know you that well," said the big guy ashamed of not inviting him. But the truth is that he was a little scared of the former mutant.

"Don't worry homie, I would probably do the same," replied Ezekiel smiling. "I bring a barrel of moonshine that my grandparent and I made on the farm. It's really good."

The big guy raised the barrel looking at it in awe. "Wow, homemade liquor. This is the first time I got the chance to taste it,"

"It's legal to make your own liquor at home?" asked Cody, surprised by the barrel of homemade moonshine.

"I think it isn't, but maybe you can for personal consumption," replied Alejandro as surprised as the rest.

Noah raised an eyebrow, looking with suspicion at the newcomer. "Wouldn't we go blind if we drink that, right?"

"Don't worry. My grandpa had been making this moonshine for 40 years, eh, and he still sees. He learned from his grandpa Zachary that made it during the prohibition," said Zeke while putting his jacket in the coat stand.

"Well, then we should taste it!" said Geoff rubbing his hands and licking his upper lip.

"But the great-great-grandpa Zachary was indeed almost blind when he died," added the prairie guy, rubbing his chin.

Geoff then looked nervously at DJ and Duncan. Both of them just shrugged, but the party guy decided to taste the moonshine later.


The party was going great. If there was still some bad blood between some guests, the drinks and Owen's personality helped to forget about it. There were even some new friendships as the music filled the room.

DJ was talking with Zeke with a big grin on his face, "So you have bunnies on your farm? I can't believe I was in two teams with you, and it's the first time I hear about this."

"It's nothing to brag about, homie. My father has them more as a hobby than a business. My uncles have cows and sheep, but in my house there are only horses, donkeys, and bunnies," replied Ezekiel while drinking a piña colada.

"If your father has the bunnies as a hobby. How does he support your family?" DJ was impressed they could keep bunnies as a hobby. It was awesome.

"Well, we sow wheat. We also sell the foals born from the mares. They are Canadian Clydesdale if you're interested, eh. My mom also is a teacher and sells pastries," said Ezekiel enumerating the multiple incomes from his family.

The Jamaican guy patted him on the shoulder while drinking a glass of water. "Wow, man, I really want to visit your farm."

"Whenever you want homie. Now it's a little cold but my home is always open to my friends, eh," Zeke did exaggerated finger pistols, making DJ chuckle.

"Hey DJ, what are you drinking, man?" asked Duncan, walking toward the two men,

"Water, man, I have to drive home, and I don't like to drink too much anyway," said DJ, raising his head proudly.

Geoff quickly brought the Jamaican guy a piña colada. "WHAT? You won't try my Piña Colada? Dude I prepared it with the rum your Momma gave us."

"I would rather not. I have to drive home," replied DJ rubbing his neck. But Geoff looked at him with puppy eyes and his lips trembling.

The Brickhouse sighed, defeated. "Ok, but only one cup."

"Two cups homie, you have to try grandpa's moonshine," said Zeke running to the barrel.

"I'm not a heavy drinker," DJ sipped the Piña Colada. He then looked at Geoff with wide eyes and a big grin. "Hey! It's really good, man!"

Geoff winked and tipped his hat."Of course it's good. I have been preparing that drink since I was twelve."

"It's not illegal to drink before 18?" asked Ezekiel bringing 3 cups with moonshine.

"I said preparing, not drinking. It's a long story. It was my first middle-school party…" Geoff started telling them while drinking the moonshine. It was better than he expected.


As the party was going, the wind started to blow harder. The temperature outside began to drop in contrast with the warmer atmosphere inside the house.

"Hey Justin! Did you try the orujo?" asked Alejandro, with two shot glasses in his hands.

Justin looked at the Spaniard with contempt, "No, I never tasted it. is it good?"

"Try it," Alejandro encouraged the male model giving him a shot glass. Justin hesitated and then drank it in one go.

The model winced as soon as he finished his drink. "MAN! This is strong as Vodka. How can you drink it alone?"

"It's not called firewater just for show," Alejandro also drank his glass in one shot. "But you finished it in one go. No está mal[1]."

"Hehe, don't try the nice guy trick with me. I still remember you stole my place on world tour,"· Justin glared at him, jabbing his finger on the Spaniard's chest.

Alejandro looked with wide eyes at him and a pained expression."Amigo, it was the production's decision, I really wanted to be in the same show as you. And let's be honest, even if I'm charismatic, I'm not as handsome as you."

"That was unexpected. You really mean it?" asked Justin grooming his hair with his hand.

"Of course! Just look at your tan, your perfect chin, and your beautiful blue eyes. I would die to have eyes as expressive as yours," The Spaniard winked.

"Not only you, but most men would also die for my eyes," said Justin making a big and charming smile, his eyes sparkling. "You know Al, you are a smarter and better person than you seem on TV. And you're also the second most handsome here. Let's have another drink."

The archvillain made an impish smile. "Gladly. By the way, I heard your mother has a model agency. I wonder if you can introduce us in the future?"

Alejandro felt proud that his plan was working as intended.

"Maybe I will, but you need to shave that goatee. It ruins your face," replied Justin patting Alejandro's shoulder. The Spaniard realized the maybe his plan needed a little more work.


Owen stopped the music and began to hit a huge beer mug with a spoon.

"May I have your attention please," shouted the big guy, smiling and a little tipsy. "Tonight in this humble house we'll have a unique performance. I'm proud to present you, Trent, like you have never seen him before."

The guests clapped, some of them with more enthusiasm than others, depending on how much they cared for Trent or how much they drank. Trent sat on a stool and after drinking a sip from his whiskey, took the microphone.

"Hello everyone, it's a pleasure to be here tonight. I hope you enjoy this small performance," said the musician winking.

"Hey Elvis! You forgot your guitar," shouted Duncan, the rest laughing at the joke.

"I don't need it today," Trent smiled and took out a harmonica.

He began to play. The song was the first single of the Drama brothers 'when I cry.' The performance was great. Trent's skill with the harmonica was almost as good as with the guitar.

"Wow man! You're awesome, WOO-HOO!" shouted Owen cheering and screaming.

Harold stood up, leaving his drink on the table."Hey, Trent! Please allow me to take part in this impromptu performance."

The former muskrat boy began to beatbox along with the harmonica, performing some songs by Led Zeppelin, Billy Joel, and of course, Maroon-5. The mix of beatboxing with the harmonica was weird, maybe not award-winning material but really memorable. Everybody had a great time, especially Trent and Harold.


After some songs and a phone call, Noah interrupted the party-goers.

"Sorry for being that person. It seems that there will be a heavy blizzard tonight. So if we wanna get home without risking our lives, it'll be better to stop the party here," said Noah taking a sip of his screwdriver.

"Oh, bummer! And just when we were starting to rock," said Tyler snapping his fingers, but weirdly it didn't make any sound. He tried a couple more times, failing every one of them.

Alejandro looked at Justin and Harold. "Hey Drama brothers, can you let me go back with you. I fear for my life driving with a tipsy Tyler. No offense man!"

"None taken amigo," replied Tyler taking a shot of Zeke's moonshine. He then wondered if what Alejandro said was an insult or not.

"It was really fun. We need to do it again." Said DJ, standing up but stumbling a little "I'll go first."

"Are you sure man? You're a little drunk. Maybe it's better if you wait before driving home," said Duncan, who was drunker than his Jamaican friend.

"Don't worry I'm fine. And Momma will get worried if I don't come home before the blizzard," DJ took his jacket and went toward the entrance.

But as soon as he opened the door, a gust of cold wind and snow entered the house. Outside the house, everything was covered in white. There were at least 2 inches of snow, and it kept falling. Even with chains in the tires, it would be impossible to drive home with such a strong wind.

DJ closed the door, looking with wide eyes through the window. "I can't believe it. Where all this snow come from?"

"It was already snowing when I arrived," said Ezekiel, taking a shot of orujo. The rest of the guests looked at him with wide eyes. "I didn't say anything because I didn't think it was important, homies."

"Don't worry! I have two more beds, two couches, and enough floor for everyone to spend the night. It'll be great! We'll transform this reunion party into an all-nighter. Woo-hoo," yelled Owen, raising an arm. "It will be a super party!"

But the super party was short-lived. After a few minutes, all the house went dark.

"What happened?" asked Cody, lighting the room with his phone.

"It seems the fuse blew. Let me see," the big guy then went toward a wall and opened the fuse box.

The room was silent. Only the whispers and the strong wind blowing outside could be heard. After a moment, Owen returned, smiling sheepishly with the fuse box in his hand.

"Hehe, sorry. This seems to be broken," explained the big guy laughing nervously.

Alejandro raised an eyebrow, unamused. "Seems broken, or you just break it amigo?"

"Maaaybe I just broke it," said Owen twiddling his fingers nervously.

"Great! Now we'll freeze in the dark," Duncan rolled his eyes.

Noah pointed at the fireplace under the chimney. "We can use the hearth to warm ourselves. There are some wood and coal in the basement."

"Can we?" asked Owen, awed.

"Big guy, you're the one that told me about the fireplace this morning. Are you so drunk that you forget it?" asked the Indian guy, who was also tipsy, like all the others.

Owen laughed nervously, his eyes darting back and forth."Hehe, Don't be silly. I remember it perfectly. I was just joking. Let's do that."

After a moment, the 12 men were sitting around the fireplace, with some cups and cans in their hands.

"It's still early to sleep. Do you want to play a game or something?" asked Trent, stretching his fingers in front of the fireplace.

Harold smirked, his glasses reflecting the fire in the hearth. "A game is an excellent suggestion. We can use this chance not only as entertainment but also to improve our bonds. After all, pastimes were passed down by our ancestors as a technique to strengthen the tribe and let people know each other better. So I propose to use the ancient and well-known game of Truth or Dare?"

"That is a game for girls, professor Dorkus," replied Duncan throwing a piece of wood into the fireplace.

Cody made a big smile. "Then how about one by one we each tell a story. And the best story gets a prize."

"Like the Canterbury Tales?" asked Noah, smirking.

"The Canteen tales? Is there something like that?" said Justin glaring at the Indian guy.

Noah shook his head. "I know it was hard for you. But you really surpassed yourself anti-me."

Alejandro ignored the argument, rubbing his chin. "It's not a bad idea. What if the winner gets a dinner, paid by the others."

"A free meal? I'm in," shouted Owen drinking a Piña Colada in one go.

"Then it's on! Prepare to lose because nobody had better stories than me," said Tyler pointing a thumb at himself. "They used to call me the Chak Spear of hockey."

"Shakespeare of hockey? What does that mean?" whispered Zeke to DJ. But the Jamaican guy just shrugged, not knowing either.

"Then I'll go first," said Owen, leaning forward and looking at all the guests. "This is a great story, maybe the greatest you ever hear."

"Awesome dude! Then stop with the introduction and go for it," exclaimed Geoff excitedly. After all, it was a great story, even if he didn't know what it was about.

Owen made a mischievous smile. "This is the story of my first time with Izzy."


Author Notes:

[1] Alejandro translation

Sobreviví, no puedo creelo, gracias Dios mío = I survive, I can't believe it, thank God.

No esta mal = It's not bad


I was thinking of writing a collection of romantic one-shots to practice some new ways of storytelling. Then I had this idea, why don't I put them all together in the same story? I could use some kind of framework to tell the stories together. And this is how this story was born.

All the stories will have different unreliable narrators, and I'll try different styles, but keeping the framework for comedy. Next episode, you will understand better. Until then, thanks for joining me in this new experimental story.

As always, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy it. If you want please share your thoughts or opinions in a review.