My first story that doesn't take place in a Total Drama season! Finally, my chance to branch out. Even though I'm still using characters from said stories.

But that's beside the point, so let's get on with the show/story. This is basically my introductory chapter, where a handful of people help explain how this will all fit.

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The forests of Canada didn't seem to have a single person concealed within its trees. Nor anything else, for that matter. One could barely see ten feet in front of them due to the thick canopy of the trees, despite the full moon glowing in the sky. Said moon reflected off the surface of a nearby lake. The lake was as calm as the forest, with not a single ripple on its glossy surface.

That is, until a speeding boat showed up and disrupted the smoothness of that very lake. It sped towards the forest, finally coming to a stop on the shore. Out of the boat stepped Chris McLean, host of Total Drama. He pulled out a flashlight and walked into the woods.

He continued trekking for around five minutes, occasionally checking to make sure there weren't any bears nearby. He would sometimes turn whenever he heard a noise, like a hooting owl or the slight swaying of the leaves in the wind. Eventually, he came to a grassy clearing, much more illuminated than the rest of the forest. He shined his flashlight around the entire area, but saw nothing. He leaned his back onto a tree, checking his watch. It was half past midnight.

"And they're late," Chris said to himself. "They invited me here, the least they could do is show up."

He stayed in silence for a couple moments, taking in the peacefulness of the forest.

'Not a good spot for a challenge. The competitors will like it too much.'

Just then, he heard the distinct sound of someone's foot snapping a twig. Instinctively, Chris shined his flashlight in the direction of the sound. He was then blinded by a similar light shining right in his face.

"MY EYES!"

"WHO ARE YOU?!"

Then, Chris and the source of the other light said, "Wait a minute."

They moved their flashlights slightly, and Chris saw a familiar face.

"Don?!"

"Chris?!"

Both were so shocked to see each other that they forgot about the animosity that usually formed between them. Don was the host of The Ridonculous Race, and Chris' arch rival. Both had been at odds for years, even before they began hosting. And both shows had taken numerous jabs at each other. FOr example, Chris had taken his competitors in his previous season to Zimbabwe, an original Ridonculous Race destination, just to spite Don. In response, Don had lured two of Chris' fan favorites and even some original competitors to compete on Don's latest season.

"What are you doing here?" Chris asked warningly.

"Funny, I was gonna ask the same thing," Don snapped. "Wait, I know. You're the guy who sent the letter!"

"Letter?"

"Yeah, the letter. You lured me out here as part of a plan to sabotage my show. Don't deny it, McLean."

Chris shook his head. "You're an idiot. If I wanted to sabotage your show, I would do something a bit more subtle than this. I never sent you a letter. In fact, I thought YOU had brought me here at first."

"Why should I believe you?" Don asked.

"Because I got one too, telling me to come to this very spot."

"Any proof?"

"I have the letter itself." Chris pulled a piece of paper and threw it at Don's feet. Don picked it up and began reading it, using his flashlight to see the words.

Chris McLean,

We have taken interest in your television show and its competitors. Because of this, we would like to offer these competitors an opportunity. Come to the forest north of the original Total Drama Island location at half past midnight, then walk north for around five minutes until you come to a clearing. Wait there for further details.

We hope you will not let this opportunity go to waste.

-R.W.C.

Don looked up. "I got the exact same letter, addressed to me. Word for word. This definitely isn't your handwriting though. Whoever did this actually writes well."

"I'm gonna choose to ignore that. But see? This isn't the kind of stunt I would pull if I wanted to ruin your show."

Don looked back at the letter. "Let's say I believe you. Any idea who or what this R.W.C. is?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

Chris looked up at the sky. "Hey! You sent us these letters. The least you could do is show up!"

"You do know it's a Canadian forest and there are likely bears out here, right?"

"Dude, bears run away when they see me."

"I highly doubt that."

Chris smirked. "At least I don't just sit and give info on challenges."

"At least I get to travel the world."

"At least I know how to get the competitors going."

"At least I actually CARE about my competitors. Did you know Lammy's still slightly traumatized from the Namora Incident?"

"How was I supposed to know that necklace would do that?"

"Why else do you think that pyramid was closed?"

Chris was about to make a remark, but then someone else spoke up over them.

"He has a point, McLean."

Both guys turned and shone their flashlights, but saw only three figures with cloaks, the hoods hiding their faces.

"Oh, now you show up," Chris muttered.

"Apologies," the cloaked figure in the center said; he seemed to be the leader. "One of my associates got us a little lost on the way here."

"To be fair, I was trying to read a map in the dark," said another cloaked figure, the tall one to the left of the center person.

"So, you guys are that R.W.C. that sent the letters?" Don asked.

"A little obvious, but pretty much," said the man to the right.

"Any reason for the cloak and dagger?" Chris asked.

"Pretty sure it would ruin the deal if we revealed who we are," the leader said.

"I don't see how."

"Too bad."

Don shook his head. "Alright, I've had enough of this. You three, just know that I'm trained in karate, and if you don't tell us what's going on, you'll all get to see just HOW good I am."

"Pretty sure you never took karate," Chris whispered.

"Ever heard of bluffing? Why else do I always beat you in poker?"

"I beat you once, you know."

"Oooh, ONCE."

"More than enough for me."

The leader cleared his throat. "Are you guys done yet?"

Don and Chris nodded.

"Anyway, let's get to it. Both of you, what do you know about a television show called Whose Line Is It Anyway?"

Chris shrugged. "Never heard of it."

Don shook his head.

"Are you kidding me?" asked the tall figure. "Have you guys been living under a rock or something?"

"Hey, lay off," said the guy on the right.

The leader laughed. "Sorry about my associates here. Anyway, here's some information. Whose Line Is It Anyway is a reality show where a group of four people, all trained in acting, get together and play several different improv games. It's mainly entertainment for both the players and the people watching. The host gives out arbitrary points after each game, but that doesn't really matter at all, because he/she picks the person who they liked the most as the winner, no matter how many points everyone has."

Chris nodded. "So it's a show where everyone makes it up as they go along?"

"Basically," said the guy on the right. "The players joke around, but they have to get the joking around to make sense. And most of the time, they don't."

"Okay, and what does this have to do with us?" Don asked.

"Glad you asked," said the leader. "You see, the studio that runs the show has decided to try a new experiment. Each episode, there will be a different set of people, but they will all be fictional characters. They want to see how the characters handle this scenario. We've been tasked with offering a proposal related to the issue. We would like to talk to you about borrowing the competitors of your own shows to participate."

"Borrow our competitors?" Don asked.

"Not all the time," the guy on the right explained. "The show's hoping to invite more than just your competitors. But there will be times when we decide to borrow a handful of competitors from you both. The ones who have been eliminated, we don't think we'll have to ask about those. But every once in awhile, we'll want some of your active players to participate. We're asking if you'll let the show invite them when needed."

"For example, the studio wants the first episode to be composed of your competitors," the tall figure continued. "After that, we'll only use those you've eliminated, have competed before but aren't competing in your current seasons, or are completely unrelated. Though we won't say no if you offer participation in WLIIA as a prize for winning a challenge or something."

Chris stepped forward. "And what's in it for us?" he asked.

"Both of you get paid $500,000 each," said the leader.

"DEAL!" Chris exclaimed.

Don stared at his rival. "Hold on, how do you know we can trust these guys?" He turned to face the cloaked figures. "What is it you're not telling us, huh?"

"Told you one of them would be like this," said the tall figure.

"Okay, you were right," said the leader. "Happy?"

Rolling his eyes, Don said, "Give me one good reason why we should trust you. How do I not know this is going to backfire somehow?"

"Think about that," said the leader. "Exactly how can this backfire on you in any possible way?"

Chris shrugged. "He's got a point."

Knowing he didn't have anyone to argue on his behalf, Don sighed. "Fine. But I expect that 500 grand to come in a pillowcase with a dollar sign on it."

"Dang it, I was gonna ask for that," Chris muttered.

The figure in the center shrugged. "To each their own. I'm certain we'll see each other again, only you'll never figure out who we truly are."

He began to turn, but then the tall figure raised his hand. "Hold on. I want to say something to these guys."

"Go for it," said the guy on the right.

The tall figure faced Chris and Don. "I just thought I should warn you. There is one particular improv game called 'Hoedown'. And I want to let you know just how torturous it is, especially if you're the last person to sing. Odds are, any competitor you send to the show, if they do a 'Hoedown', they will hate it with a passion. Trust me, there is absolutely nothing redeemable about it."

The cloaked figure who had stood to the right laughed. "I knew he wouldn't be able to resist."

"Beware the 'Hoedown'," the tall man said before rejoining his associates.

"Okay, thanks for warning them, I guess," said the leader. "Good luck with your own shows, and we'll see you again." With that, the three cloaked figures disappeared into the trees.

Chris and Don stood for several seconds. "That was… odd," Don said.

"At least we're getting paid," Chris remarked.

"Is the money all you care about?"

"Yep. Besides, I would love to see my competitors get tortured outside my show."

"You're sick, you know that?" Don looked back at the trees. "I wonder who those guys were."

"No idea."

(Meanwhile…)

"You lost the bet. Pay up."

The leader sighed and gave the third cloaked guy twenty dollars. "Fine, take it."

"Pleasure doing business with you."

The tall figure scoffed. "You guys actually bet whether or not I would warn them about 'Hoedown'?"

"Out of all of us, you ARE the most likely person to say something about it," said the leader.

"You guys hate it just as much as I."

"Yeah, but you're most vocal about it."

"Touché."

The third figure looked back. "I hope everyone we get on the show knows what they're up against."

"They could always appear on that game show you host," said the tall one.

"True."

"I hope we get some bald ones on there," said the leader. "Let them know just how it feels."

"Oh, get over it," said the third figure.

One way or another, the three anonymous figures agreed on one thing: there was no stopping the ride now. This new experiment would be insane.

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You just read the introductory chapter for my brand new story. Now, for the explanation.

There have been a few changes to the original plan. Before, it was only going to be characters that have appeared in my other stories. But now, I have decided to open the doors to any fictional character you want to see (or read) play a bunch of zany improv games. Of course, the first chapter/episode will still be composed of TDE/RR players only, but after that, anyone competing on TDE3 or TRR:MM will only become eligible when they are eliminated (unless they are Deadpool, because he's Deadpool; or possibly Alucard, since he's technically omnipresent, something you would have to read the Hellsing manga or watch Ultimate to understand). Later in both stories, winning a challenge may give the chance to appear in this story, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

As mentioned before, Snake Eyes and Ferb are completely ineligible. However, after due consideration, I will also have to exclude Toph since most games involve sight and even reading. I know at least one of you suggested her as a player, but it is what it is. Other than that, the fictional multiverse is your oyster. Anyone NOT competing in my other ongoing stories right now are eligible as well, along with all the characters from Total Drama proper.

I also thank everyone for all the suggestions for games I've gotten so far (even if the reviews somehow won't appear on the Review page on TDE3 yet; thank you, GMail). I know some of you have never watched the show, but your help is also appreciated. Everyone please continue giving me these suggestions. Say you want someone playing the game "Party Quirks" to be a "Jolly Green Giant with an uncontrollable supersonic scream". The possibilities are endless with improv.

I've also gotten a good number of ideas for hosts, from Hades (Hercules) to Kate Alen (F-Zero). Keep those going too.

Lastly, some of you might be wondering who R.W.C. (otherwise known as those three cloaked figures) truly are. Trust me, only those who have seen the show will get it. If you've figured it out, good for you.

With that, I leave you to help me decide who will be in the first episode, what the games will be, and the identity of our host. Good luck, because I am counting on you.

TheMasterKat out!