It was an island full of lush forest, one that wasn't very recognizable to anyone who had been watching along with the show thus far. Yet, it was far more peaceful than Camp Wawanakwa...at least until he showed up. That's right, there was absolutely no doubt about it. It was something about that cocky smile of his that made him impossible to mistake for anybody else. The man himself, Chris McLean, dusted himself off as he burst out of the brush and into the camera view.
"And we're back again, lovely viewing world!" he spoke with an inflection of self-superi
ority, like he always did before, "Hope you didn't think I'd be gone for too long!"
He snickered to himself, covering his mouth like a schoolgirl that was mocking a nerdy boy in the halls.
"We're bringing you guys fourteen brand spanking new contestants, and believe me, they're a whole lot weirder than the others you're all used to at this point! But if you thought that was the biggest reveal I had for you, you're in for a shock! We're on a completely different island! Yep, after some dastardly little devil sunk ol' Camp Wawanakwa to a watery grave, we ended up making our way to this Cree island somewhere in western Canada! There's no showers, no hot tubs, no hotels, nada, zip, zilch! All we managed to bring along was the outhouse confessional we know and love, not to mention the horrid stench that lies within its woodwork!"
Chris gestured to the confessional, the door of which swung open to reveal a redheaded intern with large glasses falling to the grass in front of it, plunger in hand and clearly out of breath.
"That's right, this is gonna be no easy challenge for these dainty little teenagers. We're redefining the meaning of roughing it in this season! Welcome to Total...Drama...Pahkitew Island!"
The iconic intro kicked off, a variety of cameras popping up out of bushes, trees, even the lake itself, before the main camera flew through the forest, showing Chris aiming finger guns at it while standing on a rock off to the side of a pond.
"Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine," in the middle of the forest, Yurlin sat on a tree stump, reading a tale from his book to a glittery-eyed Fairy, who was sitting in the grass.
"You guys are on my mind," through the bushes, Hope could be seen carving her face into a tree before frantically smashing a rock against it, only for a squirrel that was dwelling inside of the tree to leap out of it and jump on her face, causing her to run away screaming.
"You asked me what I wanted to be, now I think the answer's plain to see," she ran further into the forest, passing by Quinn and Darius, the latter of which was looking at Scarlett lovingly, until the former competitor slapped him upside the head and knocked him into the dirt.
"I wanna be famous!" at the top of a cliff, Rex towered, roaring at the top of his lungs until Hope, still with a squirrel on her face, ran into him, and the two both plummeted down into the waters below.
"I wanna live close to the sun," Arnold stood near another pond, trying to push a boulder into the water, though clearly struggling until Scuba Bear jumped out of nowhere and helped him push it, only for him to suddenly retaliate and chase the bear into the distance.
"Go pack your bags, cause I've already won," the two immediately started running in the opposite direction as Cedric ran after them, his eyes bugging out evilly.
"Everything to prove, nothing in my way; I'll get there one day," as the boys, and bear, ran past, Angelina was revealed to be lounging against a tree, not moving a muscle.
"I wanna be famous!" her relaxation was suddenly interrupted by Ginny, who was just trying to say hi to her, but ended up screaming louder than a banshee and caused the poor girl to shoot into the sky out of fear.
"Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na!" Phoebe sadly kicked a pebble along the beach, suddenly spazzing out of nowhere and tossing on a baseball cap before grinning evilly.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" Jake whistled nonchalantly as he walked along the same beach, being suddenly stopped by "Libby," who hissed hordes of insults at him until he cried and ran away, and she snapped back to her regular self, completely confused by what had happened.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" at the bonfire ceremony, Osvaldo and Belladonna sat next to each other, leaning in for a kiss until Chef popped up between the two of them, an annoyed glare aimed right at them, and the camera panned out to reveal the rest of the contestants, as well as Chris and Scarlett, sitting around the bonfire, whistling.
Along through the sky came a blimp flying, but not just any blimp, no. This one was, indeed, the one and only, Chris Blimp, complete with an immaculate picture of him in pilot's gear duct taped on the side of it. Within the blimp itself, however, was something a bit more...interesting. There they were, all fourteen of the brand new contestants, waiting in the cargo hold of the blimp for further instruction. One boy, who wasn't very tall, being average height for a teenage boy, leaned up against the wall near the emergency hatch. He was a bit chubby, which could clearly be seen by his pasty gut stretching his red polo tee out. He had a clipboard in one hand with a pencil in the other, though he was using the eraser to pick his nose. He had brown eyes that eagerly read the words on the clipboard, and his short, yet spiky, brown hair matched it. He had on a pair of white shorts, those of which were being held up by a brown belt. Of course, a boy so…"elegant" as he had to have the most extravagant type of shoe: neon green crocs.
"I was the first one on the blimp," the boy spoke up in a geekish voice, listing things on his clipboard to the nobody that was listening to him, "First to speak in an episode, ooo! First to break the fourth wall! I wonder how many firsts I'm gonna get done while I'm here?"
"First one to lose the game if all you care about is firsts," a girl spoke up from off to the side, catching the boy's attention.
She looked as fierce as they came, and that was going off of her fiery, orange eyes alone. Her skin was sienna-toned, and her furrowed brows were a blonde color just like...well, part of her hair at least. Her hair was blonde on the left side, like her brows, while the right side was more of a brownish-orange color. As far as how her hair was done, it was long, but tied in a french braid, with both the colors of her hair overlapping. Across the bridge of her nose, there was a green bandage, which was covering a cut, but from where did that originate? She wore a glossy, red jacket, one that the light reflected off of like a sunbeam, matching glossy red pants, and her feet were wrapped as if she was gearing up for a martial arts meet. In addition to all this, her fists were wrapped with white bandages.
"W-what do you mean?" the boy chuckled nervously, carefully tucking his clipboard behind his back, "S-surely there is a more suitable candidate for first lose than I!"
"You think so, tubs?" she let out a singular laugh before getting all up in his business; she was phenomenally taller than him, and more muscular for sure, "Name one person who looks like they'd do worse than you."
"Uh...what about him?"
The large boy gestured to another boy, one who was standing on top of a crate, as if it were a mountain and he was a beast of nature. He was just slightly taller than the first boy, and much, much skinnier. His skin was warm ivory in tone, and his eyes were black in color. He had on...quite the odd helmet. It was a tyrannosaurus rex head, being feathery and blue rather than purely scaly. It had orange, reptilian eyes that stared on ahead, like the predator it was, and a set of fangs that looked intimidating, even though they were really just made of plastic. Only the messy bangs of the boy's black hair could be seen while he was wearing the helmet. He wore a black tee shirt, one that had another orange, reptilian eye on it, and light blue pair of shorts...though there were more odd, dinosaur type accessories on his hands and feet. In place of shoes, there were feathery, blue clawed dinosaur feet. On his hands, there was a pair of "gloves," just as blue and feathery as the other odd bits of dinosaur costume on him, and the plastic claws were just as intimidating.
"I truly am the mighty king of all beasts, aren't I?" he asked himself in a prideful tone before leaping off of the box and running past the two of them, making strange hissing noises as he did.
"Alright, I see your point, tubs," the girl backed away from the first boy, letting out a sigh while shaking her head disappointedly at the dinosaur-obsessed boy.
"It's uh...it's not tubs, it's Jake, actually. P-pleased to meet you, Miss…?"
"Quinn," the girl glared back at him from where she now stood, her glare being fierce enough to cause him to back away in fright.
Off to the far right side of the blimp, just around the door to the pilot's room, there was a boy that was seated on top of a crate, while a girl was sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor in front of him. The boy was built decently muscular and was of a decent height, being at least taller than the other two boys, albeit still quite shorter than the muscular girl from before. His skin was a pale ivory tone, and his eyes were a handsome, bright shade of blue. His hair was a very light blonde, being buzzed on the sides and quite long on the top, with a band tying it into a sort of warrior's ponytail. He wore a blue, leather vest that had brown fur puffing up at the top of it and wrapping around the shoulders. He also had a pair of grey pants, those that looked like he made them himself, and brown leather boots. There were red snake tattoos swirling around his arms, with their heads up near his shoulders and their tails around his wrists.
The girl that was sitting down in front of him, however, was a lot tinier. The muscular girl from before might've even been twice her height, considering just how small she was. She was as thin as they came, and her skin was as white as snow. Her hair wasn't too long, only going to the middle of her neck. It was straight, and as far as color went, it was pink in the front, but magenta in the back. Her eyes were also a gorgeous shade of pink, and her pupils twinkled like something out of a fairy tale. She wore a cute little dress, one which was white at the top, while the skirt was pink and frilly. The skirt only went down to her knees, and the dress itself was spaghetti strap. She also had a translucent, magenta sash tossed over her shoulder, and it glimmered magnificently. Pink bands that were wrapped around her forearms and pink high-heeled shoes were all it took to complete the girl's magical ensemble.
"Oh, you just have to tell me what happened next, Mr. Viking! I just need to know how the story ends!" The girl frantically bounced up and down in her seat, a bright smile upon her face. The boy smirked at her and nodded his head.
"Well, my brothers and I were surely outnumbered by those bears. There were but three of us, and ten of them. Unfortunately for the bears, though, we were just too strong for them to match up with, and we all made it out with hardly a scratch on us." He grabbed at the fur that was puffing out of his vest. "I have this as a reminder of the battle...it surely was one for the books."
"Oh, oh, oh! I get it! Mr. Bear and all his friends gave you some of their fur when you won the tickle fight! Teehee, I always knew that bears were really silly like that! Oh! Did you have a tickle fight with some snakes, too, and then you painted each other on each other's arms?"
"A tickle fight? Those...weren't tickle fights. And...snakes don't have arms."
"Sure they do! They go all squiggly wiggly, and they slip and sloop all over the place! I bet you met a whole bunch of friendly snakes, but they were probably to shy to show you their arms!"
"You're quite the interesting girl, I must say. What did you say your name was again?"
"Princess Fairy Tayel! I don't know if you've heard of my lovely mama and papa, Queen and King Tayel, but our kingdom is so glorious! I'm here on a vacation to visit Uncle Chris and Uncle Chef, the Dukes of Pahkitew Island! Oho, I'm so excited! I bet we'll see some unicorns while we're there!"
"Unicorns, eh?" The boy scratched his chin for a second, but instead of correcting anything that the girl had said, he put a big smile on his face. He took to the floor and bowed to the girl. "Yurlin Gunderson at your service, princess."
"Eee! I'm already making lovely new friends!" Fairy squealed in delight before allowing the boy to stop bowing. He sat back on the crate from before, still smiling at her without a hint of doubt of her being a princess.
The dinosaur loving boy from before whipped past the two of them, still running around wildly until a sudden mini-cyclone crossed paths with him, knocking him flat to the ground. "Hey, you watch where you're going you...tornado man!"
Suddenly, the cyclone stopped spinning where it was, revealing itself to actually be a boy...and a bizarre looking one at that. He was probably only half a foot taller than Fairy was, but he was built like a truck, looking as if he spent his days actively hunting big game with nothing but his teeth and hands. He was well-tanned, due to lots of sunlight, and his eyes were a crazy reddish color. His hair was black, and beyond messy, sticking up and out in several directions, and looking like it hadn't been groomed in a long time. He was also quite notably coated in scratches...though it was hard to tell if they were from his own hands or some sort of animal. He had...part of a white tee shirt on, it had been torn mainly to shreds, a pair of brown cargo shorts that were also ripped up something fierce, and brown sneakers, which were surprisingly intact. He faced the dinosaur boy, his tongue sticking out and his eyes bugging out like a hungry animal.
"Gabba gabba," the boy grunted, hopping up and down where he stood before getting on all fours and crawling over to the other boy, sniffing him like a dog would do. "Lizard man fall and go boom! Gahagahaga!"
"Lizard man!? Oh, that tears it! I'm Rex, and I'm clearly a dinosaur man, not some lame sort of lizard man!" Rex stood up from the ground, turning to walk away, but the wild boy quickly rushed around him and stopped him in his tracks. "Leave me alone, you mutt!"
"Gabba gabba, you Rex, me Cedric!" Cedric leapt up from the ground, quickly licking Rex on the face before spinning away like a cyclone. The dinosaur lover was left utterly confused, and, to be frank, quite disgusted.
"Oh how sweet...other people are already making friends...and then there's me...pathetic ol' me…" A girl who was crouched down near the emergency exit of the blimp had watched the chaotic scene between Rex and Cedric, and was lamenting to herself.
This girl was just a tad shorter than Cedric was, but quite skinnier than that absolute muscle-hulk. She was also quite developed in some areas, and was decently pretty. Her skin was chocolate-toned, and her eyes were a pale, greyish-blue color. Her hair was black, wavy, and it went just down to her shoulders with her bangs being swept to the sides. She wore a pink tank top, that which only went down to about half of her stomach, black jeans that fit her just right, and pink and white sneakers. She also had a gold hoop earring for each ear, each of them dangling from her ear lobes, and four gold bracelets, two of them on each wrist.
"Hey, cheer up now, lass! You aren't pathetic, no way, no how!" Another girl ran on up to her, grabbing her by the shoulders as she shouted those words at her. It was unclear if she was trying to be loud or not, but boy, she was very...very loud.
This girl was definitely taller than the one she came to console, the exact same height as Yurlin, actually. She was quite pale, and looked to be of Irish descent, with her wild, ginger hair and her freckled face. Her eyes were green, and they were full of some odd excitement, despite the fact that nothing had really happened yet. She had a small scar upon the left side of her upper lip, and her mouth was curved into a perverse little smile. She was decently muscular, although her chest was flat, the exact opposite of the sad girl before her. She had a white blouse on, one that had the top button undone, and the sleeves rolled up to stop in the middle of her forearms. Below that, there was a red, plaid skirt that went right above her knees, black, knee-high socks, and black sneakers.
"You're wrong...but that's okay." The miserable girl sighed as she slowly pulled herself to her feet, looking up at the much taller girl. "You seem like a nice lady and all...I'm Hope...Anjoy...though there's nothing to be joyful about when you're a lousy excuse for a human being, like me…"
"Gee, little lass, you're really down in the dumps, ain't ya! Well, I'm Ginny! And by the time I'm through with ya, you'll be hopping and skipping about with a big smile on that cute little face of yours!" Ginny bent down to pinch Hope's cheek playfully, while Hope herself was covering her ears.
"You are...really loud, lady. Why all the shouting and such?"
"Shouting? What shouting!?" Ginny was yelling again, though it seemed she truly had no idea that she was doing so. Hope sighed at her, knowing that this wasn't getting anywhere, and simply returned to sitting on the floor, thinking her miserable thoughts. "Aw, don't go back down there, you just got up!"
As Ginny kept on yelling at Hope, another girl could be heard screaming elsewhere in the blimp. She was a decent ways away from the two of them, and she was holding her head between her hands, running back and forth as she kept on screaming. "We're all gonna die! We're gonna die, and nobody is gonna be able to find our bodies!"
This girl was just an inch or two shorter than Ginny was, but the similarities between the two of them stopped there. She was of Asian descent, her skin being sand-toned, and she looked very frail. It was as if a good gust of wind could knock her flat. Her eyes were dark blue in color, and they had tremendous bags under them. Her hair was dyed the same color blue as her eyes were, and it was a jumbled mess. It looked like she had just rolled out of bed and just tried to shape her hair into place with her hands, not bothering with a brush. She wore a grey hoodie, one that was clearly too big for her, and had the letters "LG" embroidered on the right side of the chest. Her pants, which were black sweatpants with white stripes going down the sides of them, were also too big for her...it was a miracle that they were staying up. She was also wearing white sneakers, though the laces seemed to be absent from them.
"What are you on about!? We're gonna die this, we're gonna die that, are you insane!?" There was a boy standing off to the side that was growing quite tired of her incessant screaming. "Can't even get some peace and quiet before the lunacy on the island kicks up, typical."
This boy was just a little bit shorter than the girl he was yelling at, and he was shrimpy, but somehow not as shrimpy as she was. His skin was pale, and it looked like he didn't get out much, with quite the lack of muscle to him. His eyes were brown, and they scowled at her behind his black-framed reading glasses. His hair was quite charming, being a delightful blonde color while the tips were dyed black. It was wavy, and a decent length for a boy, going down to his neck in the back. He wore a designer dress shirt, which was turquoise in color, and had golden buttons, which were, of course, buttoned all the way up. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the shirt itself was tucked into his designer slacks, which were a medium brown color. He had a leather belt holding his pants up, and the belt had a golden belt buckle with the letters "AD" on it. His shoes were entirely made of crocodile skin, and they looked as if they would cost a fortune to replace.
"W-well," the girl stopped screaming for a moment to turn and face the boy, quivering where she stood. "Y-you see, w-with the blimp going down and everything, I figured it would be a pretty good time to panic about things…"
The boy raised his eyebrow at her before sighing and taking a step towards her. "Look, girl."
"M-my name is Phoebe…"
"Alright, Phoebe, whatever. This world we live in is all about one thing, do you know what that one thing is?" Phoebe shook her head at the boy, raising her finger to her lip as she tried to think about it. "Of course you don't. It's about making a name for yourself! Building a legacy! Making success where success has no place being in the first place! It's obvious that a plebian, such as yourself, could never understand that to begin with."
"Wow...that sure is a w-whole lot to take in. And w-who are you?"
"Why, I'm Arnold Devlar! The inevitable CEO of Devlar Industries!" Arnold tugged at his own collar, beaming happily while he stood there.
"I-if the world is about making a name for yourself, how come I've never heard your name before?" His eyes widened as he heard what she had just said to him, and he soon furrowed his brow and turned to face the other way.
"Forget it, I'm not going to waste my time on the likes of you. Go on, scramble off and start screaming again." He waved the girl off with his hand, causing her to shrug her shoulders, and, as he suggested, begin screaming once more. He groaned as she did so, and crossed his arms.
Near the middle of the cargo hold, there was a girl that was admiring a potted cactus in her hand, humming a soft tune while she smiled at it. "Ah, to be as beautiful as one of you gorgeous cacti, I could only imagine."
This girl was of average height, and she was noticeably toned, though not overly muscular like Quinn was. Her skin was slightly tanned along the outline of her outfit, and her eyes were emerald green in color. Her hair was also green, and done in a low bun...and a rather large bun at that. She had quite a bit of hair, though it was being kept perfectly underneath her tan gardener's hat. The hat itself had a green band wrapping around it; there seemed to be quite the green theme with her. She had a white tee shirt on, though her blue overalls were covering it for the most part. She had black boots on as well, perfect for walking around in the dirt and mud.
"Haha, surely you jest, my fair lady! Your own beauty soars above that of that cactus there, no matter how beautiful you may find it!" A boy spoke to her, and this one looked far more...eccentric than all of the others so far. And that was really saying something.
The boy was just a bit taller than she was, although scrawnier for sure. His skin was a lovely olive tone, and his eyes were brown. They seemed to have a gaze that indicated a feeling of self-superiority, but at the same time, it was hard to tell. His hair was black and wavy, being slicked back and going just to the middle of his neck. He swirled a golden crown around on a black scepter, soon tossing the crown to the top of his head. It landed perfectly, and the gemstones that bedazzled it glimmered in the light. The scepter itself had a gold ball at the end of it, which he was now holding to use the thing as a sort of cane. He wore a frilly, white dress shirt, with matching white gloves on each of his hands, and a glorious red cape flowing behind his back. His black pants were held up by a sparkling gold belt, and he had on a pair of black dress shoes that were as shiny as could be.
"Who are you? Some sort of tsar?" The girl cocked her head to the side as she eyed the boy up and down, trying to get a read on him while she still held the cactus in her hands.
"A tsar? I suppose you could say that, darling. I'm a king, of course!" The boy grinned as he took hold of the golden ball on the scepter with both hands, soon stomping it against the ground. "King Osvaldo Agosti, of the Agosti Empire, of course. I'm sure my reputation precedes me."
"I dunno, I don't think I've ever heard of you. But I'm Belladonna! Everyone just calls me Bella, though." Belladonna reached out towards him with one of her hands, smiling as she expected him to shake it, but being utterly shocked when he took hold of it and kissed it. "W-what was that for!?"
"It's common courtesy to kiss the hand of a lady as beautiful as yourself. Ah, but this is a competition, quite. I'll just have to hope the two of us are on the same team." Osvaldo turned to walk away from Belladonna, waving back at her as he moved along. "Until our next encounter, fair lady."
"R-right...until then…" She rubbed her hand against her overalls, still a bit confused about having it kissed by the strange boy.
While all of this was going on, there was just one more boy that was sitting off to the side. He dribbled a basketball with one hand while he watched the rest of the group, rolling his eyes at the bulk of them. "Man, none of these people are gonna be the brain to my brawn. This is a load of crap."
This boy was another tall one, though still, not quite as tall as Quinn, but he was definitely closer than the rest of the group. He was also quite buff, thanks to an extensive amount of time on the basketball court. His skin was chocolate-toned, and his eyes were black. They watched everyone with an uninterested gaze. His hair was black, being gelled up in a neat, spiky do, and there was a single white streak going from the front to the back. His outfit seemed to match the fact that he was dribbling a ball quite well. He had a green basketball shirt on, and there was a picture of a brown bear on it, with the name "Wilson" and the numbers "13" on the back. He also wore black basketball shorts that had blue streaks going down the sides, and green athletic shoes.
"Brain to brawn…?" A soft-spoken girl's voice came from behind him, and each word was articulated incredibly slowly. The boy glanced over his shoulder to get a look at the girl, and he instantly blushed upon seeing her.
She was quite short compared to him, being just a slight bit taller than Hope was. She was thin, but not frail like Phoebe was, just thin. Her skin was a gorgeous caramel tone, and her eyes were deep blue in color; they were so captivating, one could get lost in them for hours. Her hair was a lightish-brown color, and in quite the cutesy style. It was decently short for a girl, stopping just before her neck and all, and there were two spirally buns, one on each side of her head. She wore a purple and black striped sweater, the sleeves of which dropped down past her hands. The sweater itself was hanging off her left shoulder, so the blue strap of her bra could be seen. She had a pair of dark blue jeans on, with tears at the knees, and a rather nice looking pair of purple sneakers.
"H-huh?" The boy perked up, suddenly remembering what was happening. It was as if he had completely forgotten his surroundings when he saw her. "Yes! Brain to my brawn! I'm the strong one, there needs to be a smart person around to team up with! That'll bring me and them straight to the finale...where I will obviously…" He grinned as he balled his fist up and squeezed it incredibly tight. "...Crush them."
"Gee," the girl replied, again, the one word she spoke being uttered so incredibly slow. "That sounds really intense...I thought it would be more fun to help people out and stuff…"
"Eh? Why are you talking like that? Are you some sort of turtle? I don't mess with those reptiles and stuff." He quivered to himself for a moment, soon shaking his head and refocusing. "Anyways, I'm Darius...the all-star of this cast, clearly."
"Oh...that's a really cool name. My name is Angelina...I'm just here to have a fun time, is all. My girlfriend told me that I should also do something to push myself a little more. Said I'm too lazy or something. I dunno, but I love her, so I'll listen." Angelina smiled brightly, not noticing that Darius had already left to go talk to someone else.
As the blimp kept soaring through the sky, things started getting rougher. They were passing through quite the thunder storm, and the rumbling of it all had the cargo hold quaking. Chef gulped nervously as he tried to maneuver his way through the storm, and he reached over to grab his microphone, tapping the button on it to speak to the unfortunate souls that had boarded the blimp. "Everybody hold onto something, this might get hairy!"
As lightning struck around the blimp, the flashes illuminated the hold. The group screamed loudly while they couldn't see much of anything, and then, out of nowhere, the devious Chris McLean appeared in the hold with them, grinning his cheesy tv host grin. "Why, hello newbies! Are you all ready to have the time of your life?"
"If by time of our lives you mean the worst few weeks ever, then yes," Quinn rolled her eyes at the host, who could only snicker back at her.
"Ah, you and me are going to get along just great. But we'll talk about blossoming friendships later, let's get into the action!" The host walked to the center of the cargo hold, smirking while the group huddled up around him. "So, this aircraft totally blows, I'm pretty sure you've noticed that already, though. There's two emergency exits on it. You've got the one right here-" He patted the door behind him, "And the one all the way at the end of the cargo hold. Around the exits, you'll find crates with parachute packs. Oh, but there is just one teeny tiny problem. Only half of the packs will actually have parachutes, while the other half will have a bunch of fun surprises that, while cool, will do squat for you while you're falling from the sky."
"I guess that would kinda suck and all, but we ain't falling from the sky, chief," Darius pointed out, some of the others mumbling in agreement.
"Correction: you aren't falling from the sky yet. But you totally will be!" Chris pulled a remote from his pocket, pressing a button on it, which caused one of the blimp's engines to blow. The blimp started to descend from the sky rapidly, and the contestants were all screaming like Phoebe was earlier. They all started scrambling around, each of them grabbing one of the parachutes from the crates and tossing them on their backs. One by one, they ran for the emergency exits, leaping out of it as fast as they possibly could.
Cedric grabbed his parachute as he ran around, panting like a dog, but he suddenly stopped in shock when he ran straight through Chris. He growled at the host, baring his fangs at him. "Hey, sit, boy! You can't bump into me like you do with everything because I'm actually just a hologram, sorry to spoil the fun for ya!"
"You're a hologram!? Why ain't I a hologram!?" Chef shouted as he rushed on over to the scene. He tried to poke Chris with his finger, but of course, it phased right through. "Abandon ship!" The co-host grabbed the last parachute from the crates, soon jumping right out of the blimp and being followed by Cedric, who let his tongue and slobber fly in the wind. Many of the contestants were screaming as they fell through the sky, none of them having pulled the cord on their parachutes yet.
"First one to have a successful parachute, first one to have a successful parachute," Jake crossed his fingers and closed his eyes before nervously pulling the cord on his parachute pack, sending an actual parachute out of it. "I-it actually was!? Oh, sweet!"
As Jake's falling started to slow, Hope pulled the cord on her pack, causing it to open up, and a bunch of DVDs to fly out of it. She sighed before crossing her arms, "Figured as much…"
"I'm flying, I'm flying!" Fairy squealed as she fell through the sky, unclear on how to actually activate her parachute pack. Yurlin floated over to the girl, tugging her cord for her, though when her pack opened, all that came out was oodles of glitter. "Ooo, sparkly!"
"Hang on, mine might have an actual parachute!" The boy tugged the cord on his own pack, hoping for the best, only to watch in dismay as a second, smaller parachute pack flew out of it. He groaned before grabbing onto Fairy, wrapping his arms around her to protect her from the fall.
"Ha! This self-made man laughs in the face of adversity! In fact, I hope I don't get a normal parachute!" Arnold put his game face on before tugging the cord on his pack, only for an actual parachute to deploy. "Screw you! I don't need your help!" He started tugging at the strings of the parachute, trying to pull them apart while a falling Belladonna watched him in horror.
"Hey, don't be stupid, guy! You'll go splat if you don't have one of those!" She pulled the cord on her pack, an actual parachute deploying as well, much to her luck. Quinn fell past the two of them, pulling the cord on her pack and causing a set of dumbbells to fall out of it.
"Huh, guess that's why this was kind of heavy. You're good, McLean...you're good." She snickered before grabbing the dumbbells and causing her descent to speed up.
"O-okay, all I gotta do is pull the cord on this, and...oh, I can't do it!" Phoebe cried out as she fell. "W-what if I didn't get a parachute!? I'm just gonna die, I'm really gonna die!"
"Just pull the cord, crazy girl!" Darius shouted from where he was falling, pulling his cord and sending a regular parachute out of it, causing him to sigh in relief.
"Oh! Right!" Phoebe tugged the cord of her own parachute, and it opened up into a normal one, much to her delight. "A-amazing! I just have to hope I don't land in the...urk...water…"
Rex screamed as he kept on falling, eventually tugging at the cord on his pack and causing a bunch of birds to fly out of it. "Haha! The dinosaurs' very distant grandchildren! Nice!"
Chef fell past the boy, pulling the cord on his pack, and watching in horror as a bunch of meat flew out of it. "Oh, you are so dead for this, pretty boy."
Osvaldo was just a bit above them, humming a kingly tune before pulling his cord and causing a bunch of fake gems and gold bars to fall from his pack. He let out a booming laugh, "That is just too clever! Bravo, McLean, Bravo!"
Angelina tugged her cord as she fell, watching as a skateboard was revealed within it. Her eyes lit up as she saw it, and she grabbed it as quick as she could, although that was still not very fast. "Who would've thought I could find one of these while I was here? Score!"
"Alright, give me something good, baby!" Ginny cheered obnoxiously loud, pulling the cord and letting a real parachute fly. She raised her arms in delight, "Woohoo! Another winny for Ginny!"
Cedric flew past the girl, shaking his head violently with his parachute pack clamped down tight in his jaw. His teeth accidentally pulled on the cord, and a real parachute deployed, causing him to start slowing down as he got closer to the ground. "Gbba gbb! Gahagahaga!" His mumbled voice could hardly be heard with the pack in his jaw.
Chris stood on a beach below all the falling contestants, looking up at them with a pair of binoculars. "Huh, would you look at that! Here comes the fresh meat!" He took a step back as Rex crashed into the sand right in front of him, creating a Rex-shaped crater in the beach. Each of the parachute-bearing contestants started to float down delicately, while the others had not so much luck, some crashing in the water, while others hit the beach dead on. Rex started to pull himself from the sand, rubbing his helmet in pain before Chef fell right on top of him, knocking him right back down the hole.
The co-host groaned before standing and dusting himself off, fixing a glare on Chris. "What's wrong with you, man! You coulda just given me a parachute!"
"I coulda, maybe shoulda, but eh, it's in the past now!" The host chuckled before turning to count the contestants, frowning as he only came up with thirteen rather than the fourteen he was expecting. "Huh, we only misplaced one of them. Guess that's not too bad. Well, let's get on with-"
Suddenly, Angelina came falling into sight. She had her back pressed firmly against the skateboard, which she used to tilt herself before landing on a slope-like rock, skating down it with ease and landing safely. "It must be my lucky day to find one of these!" Though she was more excited, she still spoke painfully slow.
Chris and Chef stood together while the contestants bunched around them, some eager for further instruction while others were just plain irritated. "Everybody, welcome to Pahkitew Island! To the right, we have everybody who got an actual parachute! Ginny, Darius, Arnold, Cedric, Phoebe, Belladonna, and Jake!"
"L-last one introduced in the group!" Jake shuddered at the thought, crumbling down to his knees. "No, no, this isn't right!"
"Get a load of the nerd," Darius nudged Belladonna with his elbow, gesturing to the hissy fit that Jake was now throwing, though she only rolled her eyes at him.
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"W-well," Jake sniffled as he sat in the confessional, checking something off on his clipboard. "At least I can say that I was the first one to use the confessional booth...I guess that's something."
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"Your team is gonna be called the Pimâpotew Kinosewak, which is Cree for the Soaring Eagles!" Chris spoke proudly, and a graphic of a purple icon with an intimidating looking eagle on it showed up, though it soon dispersed when someone spoke up.
"Chris, that's pathetic. How do you not know any of the words you're speaking?" Arnold shook his head at the man, "Everybody who knows the slightest lick of Cree knows that that actually means the Floating Salmon!"
"Huh, whaddya know. Alrighty then, I guess you folks are gonna be the Floating Salmon!" The eagle icon was soon replaced with a green icon that had a dull, flopping fish on it. "Now then, as far as the losers that didn't get any parachutes go, that's Quinn, Hope, Rex, Osvaldo, Fairy, Angelina, and Yurlin. You guys will be the Wâneyihtam Maskwak, which means the Ferocious Tig-"
"The Confused Bears, you simpleton!" Arnold groaned loudly, "I swear, you show no respect for the Cree language!" A red icon with a graphic of a bear with a confused look on its face and a question mark above its head flew by while he spoke.
Chris furrowed his brow before tearing up the card that was in his hands, letting the pieces fall out of his hands as he glared at Chef, who whistled awkwardly. "This is what you get for using a free online translator!"
"Whatever, man," Chef grumbled before stomping off of the beach, leaving the contestants with Chris.
"Now, considering the fact that there isn't any place for the lot of you to rest your weary little heads tonight, we figured it would make sense to have the first challenge to be building your own shelter!" Chris grinned as he started to walk off from the beach.
"Building our own shelter? How hilarious!" Osvaldo laughed in that obnoxious tone again. "It's odd that we don't have servants or the like to do this for us, but fine, I'm willing to get my hands dirty!"
"Hey, king of the clouds, I was kinda in the middle of something!" Chris shouted from where he stood atop a pile of, what seemed to be rubble and trash. The contestants walked over to the site, each looking at it with curiosity. "Now, each team will have some time to grab supplies from the common area before they build, but I'd be careful if I were you! All the supplies are guarded by Chef and his tennis ball blaster of pain!" Chris gestured to his co-host, who was standing on top of a rock while aiming the tennis ball shooter at everyone, an eager grin on his face. "A glancing blow from this baby is gonna sting."
Chef fired a tennis ball towards Hope, the ball itself brushing against her arm and causing her to hiss in pain. She rubbed the sore spot with her hand while the rest of the contestants looked at her with worry. "I guess that's just what I get, isn't it?"
"Buuuut a direct hit from it'll take you clean off of your feet!" Chris watched as a tennis ball flew past his face, hitting Jake right in the gut and knocking him to the ground. "Somebody pick the chubby boy up before he forgets how to stand, eh?" Darius rolled his eyes, reaching down to grab the boy by the collar and stand him back on his feet. "As far as building locations go, team Maskwak is gonna build their shelter further inland, while the Kinosewak build more near the beach. The best shelter, according to me, wins the challenge! Now, get a move on!" Chris pulled an air horn from his pocket, blowing it and ushering in a wave of tennis balls from Chef that had each of the contestants running away in fear.
The Maskwak huddled up behind a set of rocks, each of them staring over at the pile of supplies. Yurlin studied it closely, looking for what would be the most useful for their build. "I've built a shelter or two before, so I think I've got a good grasp on what we should get. I say we try to get as many sticks and twigs as we can, the longer the better."
"Sticks and twigs?" Quinn scoffed at the boy, "We're building a shelter for seven, not a tent for one. I saw we gun for the large pieces of wood, and if you can't lift them up, you get left behind, simple as that. Anybody wanna argue with me on that?" The martial artist glared at the other members of her team, and not one of them raised their voice at her.
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"Aw, Quinn is so nice! Telling us her plan and stuff, it was so sweet of her to do that!" Fairy snickered cutely before looking over at her left shoulder. "Yeah, Grammy, I know! We're gonna make a whole bunch of friends here!"
"I don't have time for weak or pathetic people," Quinn mumbled as she punched a punching bag that she had hanging from the ceiling of the confessional. "If you can't pull your own weight, you don't belong on a team with me." She punched straight through the punching bag, growling before she tore it down from the ceiling. "Got it!?"
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The Kinosewak were similarly huddled up behind some rocks while they observed the situation. Belladonna scratched her chin while she took a look around, spotting something in the rubble that brought a sparkle to her eye. "Oh, oh! There's a pretty plant out there, I need to grab it!"
"A plant? You're joking, right?" Arnold sighed before standing up to lecture his team. "Look, most of you seem entirely incompotent, so we'll need someone with a mind like mine to take charge of this situation here. Out in the pile, I spotted a good deal of wood, which we'll need for any sort of shelter. I suggest we go out there all out once and use the dog man as cover." Arnold pointed at Cedric, who perked up as if he had just heard the word "park." "He can take the hits from the tennis balls, and all we'll have to do is swoop in and snatch up whatever we want. Do you all follow?"
"Psh, 'aye, aye, captain!' Is that a good enough answer for ya, lad?" Ginny stuck her tongue out at the boy.
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"I'm stuck with a bunch of good for nothings, what a shame. I suppose I could make some good use of Cedric while he's around...haha, he'll be my loyal lapdog!" Arnold clapped his hands together and smiled at the camera.
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Quinn rushed out into the open, picking up two large pieces of wood from the pile as Chef fired tennis ball upon tennis ball at her. She gritted her teeth at him, using the wood in her hands to hit the tennis balls away from herself. "Ha! Maybe they should've put someone who can actually aim in charge of that blaster there, huh?" She snickered before running right back to her team with the wood that she collected.
Meanwhile, Cedric barreled into the open like a dog at a field day, leaping up to grab a tennis ball in his mouth before getting pelted by more and more of them. Arnold snuck past the mayhem, snickering to himself as he freely dug around through the pile, eventually finding a wheelbarrow. "A wheelbarrow!? I don't need some tool's help to get our supplies to the team!" He shoved the wheelbarrow aside, soon grabbing some rope and small pieces of wood before running back to his team. "Come on, wolf man!" Cedric came charging after him, unphased by all of the tennis balls that had just struck him.
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"Gahagahaga!" Cedric laughed loudly as he stared down at his hands, which were full with many tennis balls that he had grabbed and slobbered on. "Cedric love ball!"
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While Quinn finally got back to her team, she noticed that none of them had even started running out to grab supplies, and her eyes were filled with rage. "You guys have got to be kidding me! I had him distracted, and you guys haven't even grabbed anything yet? This is ridiculous!"
"Relax, great lady of fire," Osvaldo stood up from behind the rocks, twirling his scepter as he started heading towards the supplies. "Allow the king to show you how we Agostians get things done!" As he kept walking at his not-so brisk pace, a tennis ball hit him on the forehead, causing him to hold his face in pain. "Ah, my face! My gorgeous, kingly face!"
"Quick! Let's use the king's pain as a cover!" Rex shouted before charging onto the field, with Yurlin, Fairy, and Hope following close behind him. Quinn could only rub her brow and groan as they did, glancing over her shoulder to see that Angelina was ever so slowly creaking through the grass on her skateboard.
"Well, get a move on, let's hustle!" The far taller girl shouted down at the slowpoke, who kept rolling for another ten feet or so before turning around and facing her.
"Hey, that isn't really nice, yelling and all that...people usually do better with less aggressive encouragement." Angelina still spoke as slowly as ever, which was getting on Quinn's nerves far too easily.
"Just go!"
"Eep!" And then, out of nowhere, Angelina suddenly sped towards the pile of stuff, passing by all the others on her way over there.
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"Quinn is really mean...but her aggressiveness reminds me of how Kylie is sometimes. So, she's kinda like Kylie, but, you know, more scary and less attractive." Angelina slowly shrugged her shoulders as her words dragged out of her mouth.
"This team is such a train wreck." Quinn banged her head on the confessional wall back and forth.
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The Kinosewak were still deciding on a game plan, when Belladonna noticed something off about Phoebe. She tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to suddenly jump out of fright. "A-ah! I'm sorry! Was I in the way? I'm so so sorry!"
"What? No, you weren't in the way...I was just wondering why you look so tired and all?" Belladonna gestured to the girl's baggy eyelids.
"Hmm," Phoebe scratched her chin in thought.
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"I only ever sleep a maximum of three hours every night," Phoebe noted, pointing her finger up. "T-there's this nagging voice in my head that won't let me sleep any longer than that, yeah…"
"Phoebe seems pretty sweet and all, but the girl needs a nap...or something. I don't know what she needs, but she needs it, badly." Belladonna scratched her chin for a moment before snapping her fingers. "Perhaps some of sweet nature will be soothing to her!"
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Phoebe leapt up and started running towards the field, albeit she was quite shaky. When she got to the pile with all the stuff in it, she started to dig around, looking for something in particular, only for Chef to nail her right in the face with a tennis ball. "Eep!" She reeled back in pain, her team seeing the blow and cringing from the second hand pain. "U-uh, that was a real nice shot, Chef! W-way to go!"
"What the-!?" Chef gritted his teeth before taking aim at her once again and firing an onslaught of tennis balls. Her eyes widened, but before she could move, she was buried in them.
"Everybody, go now while we still can!" Ginny ran out towards the field, being closely followed by Jake, Darius, and Belladonna. Each of them started to grab as many things from the pile as they could, running back with them while Phoebe slowly crawled out from underneath the giant pile of tennis balls and ran after them.
It was only a matter of time before Chris blew his air horn again, capturing everyone's attention. "Alright campers, supply time is up, get back to your teams and get ready to build your shelter! And Angelina, you can't bring that back with you, time is already out." Chris pointed over at the slow-paced girl, revealing that she had just picked up her first piece of wood. She sighed and slowly set it back down, scooting over to her team again, where she was met with Quinn's angry face.
The Kinosewak sat together, looking at all the supplies that they had gathered while Arnold tried to figure out what they could possibly build with all of it. "Let's see here, we have wood...wood...more wood...ah! Who grabbed all of this?" The boy lifted up some metal sheets, an impressed look on his face.
"Ah the metall...I-I got it after I got out of that tennis ball mess from before…" Phoebe rubbed her arm nervously, thinking that she was in trouble. "Sorry...I should've grabbed more wood, shouldn't I have?"
"Are you kidding me!?" Ginny stood up and patted Phoebe on the back as she shouted her words. "That's probably the best thing that you could've grabbed! Nice job, lass!"
"Nice job? No one's ever said that to me before…" The paranoid girl actually managed to smile slightly at the compliment, at least until Jake suddenly interrupted them.
"I hate to break up this heartwarming development and all...but we still need to figure out what to build! What the other team is doing over there looks pretty intense, and I'd much rather have the first win than the first loss!" The boy started panicking until Cedric suddenly bit him on his rear. He looked back at him with a pained look, but suddenly smiled and brought his clipboard out again. "First time being bitten by a caveman, nice!"
"Man, you and your firsts...you're the type of dude that ain't gonna work out in a brain v brawn type duel." Darius shook his head disapprovingly at Jake.
"Well, if we're unsure on what to build, we could always just try making a big ol' hut!" Belladonna suggested her build, which caught the eye of Arnold.
"A big hut, you say? We definitely have the wood to do it, and with the metal reinforcements...yes...yes! That'll be perfect! Alright, Kinosewak, let's build us a hut!" Despite usually hating Arnold's self-proclaimed leadership, the rest of his team cheered as he commanded them this time.
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"Sure, maybe using somebody else's idea for the build isn't exactly self-made, but I myself approved the idea, so it's close enough, no?" Arnold smirked smugly to himself.
"Belladonna or Arnold...they seem to be smart on some sort of a base level." Darius grinned as he punched his fist into the palm of his hand.
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"Come on people, move faster than that! Do we want to win this challenge, or do we wanna lose to that bunch of nerds!?" Quinn shouted at her team while she started working on their build, soon noticing that everyone was helping except for Fairy, who was dancing around it while waving a stick of sorts at it, and Angelina, who was still scooting back from the materials. She groaned before turning to Hope and tapping her on the shoulder. "Sad girl, you're in charge while I go scold Angelina."
"I'm in charge…?" Hope let out a drawn out sigh while Quinn ran off towards the slow girl.
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"Being put in charge is something that's never happened for me before...I don't like it." Hope let out another sigh, crossing her arms over her chest.
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"What are you doing back there, let's get a move on, Angelina!" Quinn shouted as she ran back towards the field.
"Hey, I'm on my way, just give me some more ti-" Angelina tried to respond, but before she knew it, Chris was blowing his airhorn again.
"That's right, folks, time is up!" Chris flew in overhead with a jetpack, looking between the building sites of both teams. The Kinosewak had already put together their hut, which they were proudly standing on the roof of while the Muskwak, aside from Angelina and Quinn, stood around, what was supposed to be, their building. Unfortunately, all they seemed to have was the supports set up, and nothing else. "Well, it looks like the Kinosewak have already got this one in the bag, but just to be sure, how about we do a little durability test?"
"Durability test?" Yurlin raised an eyebrow at the host, until the ground started to shake. The teams glanced over to see that there was a stampede of moose headed their way. Arnold grinned as the stampede passed by their hut, not even taking the metal plating off of it. The Muskwak all started screaming, except for Fairy, who simply danced off to the side, and they leapt out of the way, watching as the moose destroyed what little they had built.
Moments later, Chris was standing between the two teams as they sat down around him. "You know, I would love a chance to say that the first challenge was a pretty close call and all, but it totally wasn't! The Pimâpotew Kinosewak win the challenge by a landslide!"
The Kinosewak started cheering in their seats, while the Muskwak could only sigh at their loss. "You hear that, guys? We got second place today! That's super duper high!" Fairy giggled as she rattled off, only gaining an annoyed glance from Quinn and a pat on the back from Yurlin.
"This season, the winners of each challenge will be rewarded with takeout from a sponsoring restaurant! We've got the Petting Zoo Barbeque for this week, where they guarantee someone else touched your dinner! And as far as the losers go, you guys'll be voting off one of your teammates tonight! Having fun choosing!"
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"We get to vote for the best king or queen tonight! I wanna vote for Angelina! She's so pretty and nice and pretty!" Fairy squealed in delight, clapping her hands together.
"The king thinks that he needs a nap after the pain that was brought to his poor, kingly face." Osvaldo sobbed to himself while he rubbed the bump on his forehead.
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The Muskwak met up around a bonfire on top of a barren hill, each of them looking over at Chris. "Welcome, Muskwak, to the Pahkitew Island elimination area! If you've watched the previous seasons, you're well aware that one of you isn't going to return to your team after coming over here. I'll be tossing out marshmallows to those of you who are in the clear...Hope."
"Go figu- what? I'm still in?" Hope perked up slightly as she caught her marshmallow, having expected to be the first out.
"Yurlin...Rex…" Chris passed out marshmallows to the two boys, the first of which caught his and tossed it straight into his mouth while giving a thumbs up to the host. The latter, however, dodged the marshmallow.
"No sweets for me, I live on a true dinosaur's diet!" Rex beamed, though Chris only rolled his eyes back at him.
"Also safe are Osvaldo...and Fairy."
"But of course, the king is safe!" Osvaldo caught his marshmallow with his free hand as he waved the ball of his scepter at the host. "As if there was any doubt."
"I can't wait to see who the best queen is!" Fairy smiled innocently as she caught her marshmallow and started chowing down on it.
Quinn glared at Angelina, who was mostly aloof, as if she hadn't even realized that she was in the bottom two yet. Chris shook his head at the two of them. "Quinn, you're totally mean! But fortunately for you, you've got a good grasp of how things work around here." Quinn smirked at the host's comment. "Angelina, you're really...really slow. I mean, at like everything! I'm starting to wonder how you even got here in the first place? Like, how did you not miss the blimp? The last marshmallow of the night goes to…"
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"...Quinn!" Chris passed out the final marshmallow to the martial artist, who caught it in the palm of her hand and crushed it. "Angelina, sorry, but you are out of here!"
Angelina blankly stared at Chris for a moment before finally speaking up. "Hey, I'm not that slow!"
"Yeah, yeah, sure." The host waved her off before clearing his throat. "The word Pahkitew is actually Cree for 'explode it,' and man, I am so glad that Arnold isn't here to correct me if I'm wrong. Anyways, we figured that the ride home for the losers should be something with a bang!" Chris took the team down to some large object that was covered in a sheet. Chef stood next to it, ready to tug the sheet off at any moment. "Without further ado, I give you the latest in loser elimination technology, the Cannon of Shame!"
Chef pulled the sheet aside, revealing the massive cannon, which he had already stuffed Angelina into. She had a red and white helmet on, though she still hadn't quite registered what was happening while her team gasped at the monstrous cannon. "So, Angelina, any last words before you go kablamo?" Chris looked up at the girl, waiting for her to say something. She slowly started to open her mouth, but she was taking far too long, and he groaned loudly. "Forget it, I'm not waiting for you to say three words!"
Chris pulled a remote from his pocket, pressing a red button on it and sending Angelina hurdling from the cannon, screaming as she flew through the sky. "Finally, maybe things'll speed up around here now that she's gone. Can't wait to get rid of even more of these losers! We're one down and thirteen to go! Who will be the next to be shot through the sky like a golden ball of fire? Find out, next time, on Total Drama: Pahkitew Island!"
14th: Angelina Lark, the Gorgeous Slacker
Author's Notes:
*I know, people are probably surprised to see me starting this already when the Island remake is only on its fourth episode at the moment. Well, I commissioned RachelTD, a wonderful artist on deviantArt, to draw this cast because of how much I love these folks, and they all turned out so amazing, I just had to start this one. And good news for the Scrap Island fans: that season will start again after this one is all finished! I hope you enjoyed it, and as always, let me know what you thought in the reviews!