Author's needlessly long note: I am still alive.
For those of you asking where I've been over the past half a decade, I've been, let's just say busy (that's the excuse we all use when we want to shirk our obligations, is it not?)
In all seriousness, I haven't seen Total Drama for years. It seemed like it was sorta dying out by the time I finished High Seas. They tried something new with the Ridonculous Race (which was entertaining though I honestly remember very little of it) and then they decided to age all their characters down to toddlers and cater to a younger audience (as, regretfully, does a large portion of animated media that is widely enjoyed by a large audience. I think Adult Swim recently parodied this phenomenon).
The reason I (and I'm sure a lot of others) enjoyed the Total Drama series was its setting. A TV series set around a fictional reality competition is something that's still never been replicated. I always thought that the bizarre and unusual setting really highlighted the characters and their stories. Maybe I'm getting a bit too deep into what was essentially an animated comedy series, but it really was a unique series that took a lot of risks with its bucking of the normal formula for a good animated series.
Back to my own story.
The reason I wrote Total Drama High Seas was because I wanted to lend my more mature take on the series that I adored growing up. I wanted to take the same setting (a fictional reality game show) and develop a few characters who weren't used to their full potential in the main series in a coming of age-type story that was more relatable for older fans of the original show. Then I wanted to take a shot at writing my own characters into a familiar setting (same reality game show, new group of characters) to test how well I could write and develop my own characters. Instead of writing characters that fit into stereotypes that you'd find in a typical high school, the characters I chose for this story had a few character traits that their development would revolve around. I don't think this worked as well because writing 24 different round, dynamic characters is difficult, especially when you don't have any visuals to rely on. I'm sure a lot of the folks reading this story lost quite a bit of enjoyment because some of the characters are tough to distinguish from one another.
I also thought that people had lost an appetite for different takes on the story. The cartoon is relatively old at this point (I think it's going on at least 15 or 16 years), but I saw a renewed enthusiasm for the show with the YouTube series "Total Drama Reunion," and the *ahem* controversy that rose out of it getting pulled down. It seems there's been rekindled interest in this sort of thing among longtime viewers of the show. So I figured I'd give this another spin (or really just continue the old spin). There are quite a few plot lines I have yet to fill out including plenty involving the old, canon characters and it doesn't quite sit well with me leaving these issues unresolved.
TL;DR: I took a break. I got the urge to continue this trilogy. Now I'm gonna finish the hell out of it.
If you're new, welcome aboard. You should probably read Total Drama High Seas and catch up on this story if you haven't already. I promise this story will still be there when you're done.
*waits patiently*
Ok, now then, on with the show!
Last time on Total Drama:
Contestants competed in a battle of wits; and boats. It looked certain that the Tigers were going to win when they got the bigger boat and managed to blow a goal in the Lions' vessel.
But Daiskue wouldn't go down so easy. He decided to be a smart ass and plow his ship into the other team's, sinking both and causing a tie, which he won for the Lions.
However, the real action happened when Jared betrayed Kellie's alliance and voted for Lucas,, who ultimately got eliminated, instead of Claire. Now Kellie is pissed, and Jared has a target on his back.
Who will win the next challenge? Who will be sent home? Will there be anything left of Jared when Kellie is done with him? Find out right here on Total! Drama! Survival!
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Chapter 11: Blood, Sweat and Fear
The tension was high out in the jungle where the Tigers spent the night. Yesterday's elimination put them all on edge. Kellie flashed Jared dirty looks every now and then, occasionally running her finger across her neck to threaten him. Manny had his arm around her as she shed faux tears about how "betrayed" she felt.
Claire and Peyton looked on in concern and disgust. They not only found Kellie's tactic of seducing male contestants into doing her bidding to be highly immoral, they also found it to be extremely demeaning to women.
Jared was by himself, worried about what would happen if he fell asleep. Kellie was still glaring daggers at him and he didn't know if he would survive the night if he fell asleep. He felt a bit awkward asking Claire or Peyton for support, as he knew he had worked against him.
Meanwhile, the Lions spent the night in the large spa hotel. There was relatively little tension in the air, save for the occasional threat or quip from Drake, the resident sadistic bully, but Draden and Daiskue were tough enough to put him in his place.
That morning at breakfast, Angie was chatting up Gregory since the two had bonded previously and it turned out that the lazy boy was quite the good conversationalist.
"No way! Your dog sounds like he's such a handful," Angie said to Gregory.
"You have to come and meet him after the show," Gregory responded, his eyes wide open, "He causes so much trouble, I could use the help."
"You serious about hanging out after the show?" Angie quirked an eyebrow.
"Yeah, why not? We live in the same town. You can't be that far from where I am."
"Oh, um, I just didn't really see myself hanging out with anyone here after the show. It's kinda awkward because we're competing against each other. Don't you think?"
"No," Gregory responded, "it's just a game. I mean, sure, it would be nice to have a million dollars, but it's not like we're fighting to the death or anything."
"I suppose," Angie responded. "I just never thought much about it. I've sort of just gone under the radar for these challenges. I wouldn't say I'd have thought about making close friends."
"I think you're a close friend," Gregory offered.
"You've only known me for a week and you've been asleep for most of it," Angie pointed out.
"This show is a lot of work," Gregory complained. "And I'm not really good at challenges, so I never have much to do."
"We'd appreciate it if you tried harder," Draden butted in, "the only reason I haven't voted for you is because there's one obnoxious little cockroach that's still on this island whose elimination is long overdue." He shot a side-eye at Drake who gulped.
CONFESSIONAL-DRAKE:
"Man, I can't do anything without Draden wanting to kill me. What is it about trying to murder a guy's friend that makes him so upset. I could rule this game, but unfortunately, they had to put me on the team with a martial arts master, a bodybuilder and that tall girl who scares me. How am I supposed to win this game when I'm not even allowed to intimidate or hurt my competition?"
CONFESSIONAL-DRADEN:
"If we weren't on national TV, I'd kick his ass so bad that they'd be able to bury what's left of him in a soup can."
END CONFESSIONALS
"Alright, victims!" Chris's obnoxiously cheery voice boomed over the loudspeaker, "Time for another challenge! You have 15 minutes to meet me at the set."
The set looked like a set for a game show. There were two benches on either side of the set with a large TV screen in the middle. Chris stood in between the two benches, dressed in an expensive suit.
"It looks like you all have been having it a bit too easy lately," Chris sneered at the 12 remaining competitors.
"How was the last challenge easy?" Peyton yelled, "I had to fight an elephant yesterday!"
"Cant hear you," Chris said, his mouth twisting into a sinister grin, "It's time for you to actually have a tough challenge today. You see two benches: Lions to the left, Tigers to the right."
The two teams went to their respective sides.
"Today's challenge is a combination of small challenges that I decided would be too short for an entire episode. You will see that each of you has a device that shows the faces of the folks on the opposing team. I'm going to randomly select a challenge, which will appear on the screen. Then, you must select a member of the opposite team who just complete the challenge. The winner of the challenge will gain a point for their team. First team to ten wins!"
"That's all?" Drake asked, "You losing your edge or something?"
Chris narrowed his eyes, "You won't be saying that after you start these challenges. Some of them are disturbingly creative, speaking of which, it's time for our special guest to come on down!"
A young man about three or four years older than the contestants walked onto the set. He wore a black muscle shirt with a skull on it and had tattoos all over his arms. He also sported a goatee that matched his black hair and a few piercings in his ears.
"Is that?" Gregory asked.
"Yep," Chris responded, "our favorite ex-con, Duncan has arrived!"
Said ex-con waved, "What's up guys?"
"Duncan just got out of prison for what he says is the last time ever and plans to go straight," Chris explained, "So I thought I'd ask him to help come up with the most depraved, disgusting, painful and demeaning stunts to have you all do."
"I wanted to get some of my sadistic rage out," said Duncan, "but in a legal way. Chris and I spent all last week coming up with ideas for this little game," his face looking just as smug as the host's.
CONFESSIONAL-CHRIS
"I actually made a bet with Duncan. The first person who throws up during this challenge owes
the other person a hundred bucks. He says he's seen everything and has an iron stomach, but I think my challenges are much sicker and more depraved. We'll soon see," he laughs wickedly
END CONFESSIONAL
"Your first challenge will be," Chris hit a remote and a virtual slot machine wheel on the screen spun. When the wheel stopped, it landed on a picture of a rat.
"Bobbing for rats! Tigers, Lions, pick who you want to go from the opposite team. And be careful who you choose, because there is a twist at the end of the challenge."
"Can you tell us what the challenge is?" Sophia asked.
"Nope!" Chris reprimanded the taller girl, "you can only know the name of the challenge beforehand!"
The lions picked Kellie to go for the Tigers while the Tigers picked Gregory to go for the lions.
CONFESSIONAL-JARED
"I caught a lucky break with this challenge. I think they'll be choosing our weaker players for most of these challenges. I'd love to get back with Kellie, but that ship has probably sailed, so I've gotta look out for me."
END CONFESSIONAL
Chris pointed the contestants to two cages full of rats, "each cage has one white rat and twelve gray rats inside. Your job is to release the white rat from the cage using only your mouth. First person to successfully remove the white rat from the cage wins!"
"Nice one!" Duncan high-fived Chris.
"I try, dude," Chris said to the punk, "Ready...set...go!"
Gregory stuck his face into the tank first, trying to catch the rat with his mouth. The lethargic young man was doing his best, but the rats were fast and evaded him.
Kellie looked at the tank. Her team (even the ones who didn't like her) cheered her on as she tried to get the courage to put her head in. She eventually did and got bit on the nose by a rat
Gregory managed to pick up the right rat with his mouth and remove it from the cage.
"Gregory did it! Lions win a point!"
The lions all cheered. Angie hugged her friend.
"You did it!" Angie congratulated the lazy boy.
"You must've taken what I said to heart, Draden told him as he high-fived his teammate (which hurt the much smaller boy considerably), "Nice job!"
"Feeling nauseous yet?" Chris taunted Duncan.
"I could do this all day," Duncan taunted back as chris spun the wheel again. It landed on a picture of a vampire.
"Oooh, this one's gonna be bad," Duncan said, "send your contestants for the Dracula challenge!"
Allie was chosen for the Lions and Manny for the Tigers, both nervous about what the "Dracula challenge" would entail.
"I have two cups of cows' blood," Duncan told the two, "there are two of you. First one to finish drinking their cup gets the point."
"Dude, are you serious?" Chris said, "That is nasty!"
"I try," Duncan shrugged.
CONFESSIONAL-ALLIE
"Have I mentioned how much I don't like these gross out challenges?"
A/N: in a previous chapter, Allie wrongfully referred to herself as 'obsessive-compulsive' when in reality she is simply someone who is a big neat freak and has a fear of germs. This is obviously an incorrect use of the term 'obsessive-compulsive,' which has more to do with the tendency to obsessively stress over certain things than it does with general cleanliness. Given Allie's intelligence, it is highly unlikely that she would not know the difference, so I, the author, am interrupting this confessional to correct myself on my previous mistake. And now back to the good stuff
END CONFESSIONAL
Allie almost threw up just looking at the cup. It wasn't large, but it was full of cow blood.
Meanwhile, Manny took an exploratory sip from his cup and dry heaved. He looked awkwardly at his competitor, who was tearing up from the foul stench of the liquid.
The rocker held his nose and drank the blood in one big gulp. He shuddered afterword and fell to the ground, but was helped out by his teammates.
Chris turned pale at watching Manny chug a cup of blood.
"Gonna throw up?" Duncan asked, but Chris got control of his gag reflex.
"One point for each team!" Chris announced, still shuddering at what he just witnessed.
"Good going, bimbo," Drake scolded Allie, "you lost it for us."
"What did you say?" Draden glared at the bully.
"She lost it. She's worthless. Always has been. I don't even know why they let her on this show."
As Draden continued to harass Allie, Peyton remembered his inappropriate behavior toward her
on the first day of the competition. She shot Claire a glance, then the rest of her team, who nodded in silent agreement.
"Next challenge is called buried alive!" Chris pointed to two coffins on the set. Who are you gonna send?"
The teams picked their opponents' nominees
"Looks like it's Claire versus Drake!" Chris announced.
Drake, in the middle of berating poor Allie, froze. "Ummm. What?"
"Drake, you're up. Let's go. You're gonna get buried alive."
"Uhhh. I don't think I want that," Drake told Chris.
"Uhhh, you don't have a choice." Chris responded to the bully.
"Get your butt in that coffin," Draden growled, raising his fist. Drake obliged and got in the coffin.
"You two are going to use the flashlight inside the coffin to find a code that unlocks it. Once you see the code, you'll be able to enter it into a dial in the coffin, which will raise it out of the ground. First person out of their coffin wins a point for their team. Oh, and you won't have any air holes, so I would recommend you get out quickly," he cackled, "but if you wind up dying, you'll already be in the right place!"
CONFESSIONAL-DRADEN
"Is it bad that I was half-hoping Drake suffocated in there?"
END CONFESSIONAL
The two teams had very different reactions to seeing the caskets get buried with their teammate in it: the Tigers, sans Kellie, looked worried sick for Claire's safety, while the Lions looked smug about the bully being lowered into the dirt.
Thirty seconds passed and neither contestant emerged.
Two minutes passed.
Five minutes.
"Is she ok?" Peyton worried for her friend.
"She should be fine," Jared responded, "You wouldn't die for at least a couple hours being buried alive."
Just then, the dirt above one of the coffins started to shift. The lid opened and Claire came out
"Point two for the tigers!" Chris declared. It's now two to one, Tigers ahead.
When Drake exited his coffin, he got a few taunts and scolds from his teammates.
"What took you so long, meathead?" Draden snarled.
"You really screwed us," Sophia told the bully.
"Good going, Bimbo," Allie said smugly, "you lost it for all of us."
The bully got red in the face and balled his fists, but relented when he saw Draden stand up.
"Up next," Chris spun the wheel, and it landed on an image of fire, "The fire challenge!"
The Lions chose Manny, the Tigers once again chose Drake.
"I'm gonna set you both on fire. First person to put it out gets the point!" Chris exclaimed.
"Dang," Duncan said, "that's horrible, even for you, McClean."
"I know," Chris sneered as he lit two matches, "eight seasons of this and I still have my touch." Chris tossed the lit matches on the bully and the rocker, who both dropped to the ground and
rolled, trying to put out the blaze as the others looked on, horrified.
Drake was able to put himself out before Manny, getting a point for the Lions.
"Score is 2-2!" Chris announced, "but we've still got a ton of fun challenges left! Next up," Chris spun the wheel and it landed on a picture of a cockroach, "cockroaches in your mouth!"
"I'm proud of coming up with this one," Duncan cackled sadistically.
"Looks like it's Drake against Peyton!" Chris said, taking out a tub of cockroaches, "all you need to do is fit more live cockroaches in your mouth than your opponent. And they have to stay in there. We will only count the living ones you spit out when you're done."
"Why do you keep choosing me for these challenges," Drake scolded the other team.
"Remember when you groped me on the first day?" Peyton said to the bully,"
"Or when you tried to kill Melvin," Draden said from the Lions' booth.
"Or the way Ted told me you've consistently harassed and attacked members of your team," Claire added.
"Payback's a bitch," all of them said in unison.
"Time starts now!" Chris announced.
"Screw you," Drake whined, "I ain't doing this."
"Oh yes you are," Draden said, leaving his booth. He forced the bully's mouth open with one muscular hand and began shoveling the insects into Drake's mouth.
The Lions looked on, half in disgust for what was going on and half in amusement that their least favorite teammate was involuntarily getting a mouthful of bugs.
Peyton decided to throw in the towel and return to her team's bench as she gave a satisfactory grin at her assailant being tormented.
CONFESSIONAL-PEYTON
"There was no way I was gonna stuff live cockroaches in my mouth only to lose because Drake got 'help.'" She giggles, "But seeing Drake get what he so richly deserves has been pretty
therapeutic and we had no intention of lowering the pressure," she gives a confident,l smile
END CONFESSIONAL
"Time!" Chris announced as Drake was close to choking on the cockroaches.
Drake's mouth was so full he was unable to spit the bugs out, so Draden smacked him in the
back of the head, releasing dozens of cockroaches from the bully's mouth.
Chris held his mouth, about to throw up, but he gulped, sending it back down, as Duncan smirked at the host
CONFESSIONAL-DUNCAN:
"When one of my challenges inevitably makes Chris throw up, I'm gonna use the hundred dollars to get another tattoo for my sleeve."
END CONFESSIONAL
"Lions have 3, tigers have 2. Time to spin the wheel again!"
"Wait," Kellie interrupted, "you can't count that! He had help!"
"When did I say you guys couldn't help your teammates?" Chris asked the beauty, "Drake gets the point! Let's spin the wheel again!"
Chris spun the wheel. A picture of a work showed up.
"Your challenge is squirting worms! Who will be chosen?"
Unsurprisingly, the Tigers chose Drake to go for the Lions, while the Lions chose Jared to go for the Tigers.
"Come on, guys, again?" The bully whined.
"You're gonna do every challenge," Peyton smirked.
We don't think your stomach can handle the explicit details of every challenge the contestants are forced to take part in, so please just enjoy this montage of Drake having to participate in more disgusting challenges:
Drake had to eat two squirting worms. The second squirted into his mouth, making him throw up, but he ate them faster than Jared.
Duncan's face turned green, but he didn't throw up.
4-2 Lions
Drake had to drink milk straight from a goat's udder. However he was not as fast as Kellie, who finished hers faster.
4-3 Lions
Duncan placed progressively larger needles into Drake's skin, but the bully's pain tolerance wasn't good and he ran after the third needle.
4-4 Tie
Drake had to sit in a bathtub full of leeches that sucked his blood until he got out, covered in them. He coughed up a leech and a little bit of blood as he exited, making chris wince in horror. Claire was able to stay in the tub for longer, and she was declared the winner.
4-5 Tigers
Drake played Manny in a game of beehive tether ball. The bees plunged their stingers into the flesh of both young men, but Drake eventually won the match earning a point.
5-5 tie
Drake and Peyton had to put a drop of hot sauce in each eye. Drake screamed out in pain, getting a point for Peyton who screamed shortly after.
5-6 Tigers
Drake stood atop a platform with Claire over a pool of cow manure. Claire shoved the bully off with ease, toppling Drake and forcing him into the purification, which was all over his body. Drake threw up and both Chris and Duncan looked queasy.
5-7 Tigers
Drake had to eat a cow eyeball faster than Kellie. He was looking nauseous, but Draden again got out of his seat and force fed it to him as Kellie nibbled at hers, trying not to throw up.
Chris and Duncan were both having a hard time keeping it down at this point, but both were determined
6-7 Tigers
Drake was looking extremely sick at this point when it was announced he'd have to go against Manny in drinking 10-year-old spoiled milk, but Draden was more then willing to help his enemy choke down the milk by forcing it down his throat.
7-7 tie
Drake and Manny both had to pick Chef Hatchet's feet clean. Manny finished sopping up the gunk and grease from the large man's foot before Drake could get the other one.
7-8 Tigers
Drake had to stand barefoot on hot coals with Kellie. The former jumped off fast while the latter still stood, earning the Tigers their ninth point.
"The Tigers need only one more point to win," Chris announced. "Time to spin the wheel and see what they'll be doing!" Chris spun the wheel and it landed on a picture of a spider.
"Looks like you're gonna be doing Spider Juice!" Duncan announced.
"Please don't pick me," Drake cried, tears in his eyes. He looked horrible. His face was nauseous my green, he was charred from the fire and hot coal challenges. His eyes were swollen and he had bee stings all over his body, "have mercy! Please!"
"You didn't show mercy when you tried to kill Melvin," Peyton shrugged.
"Drake, Jared," Chris announced, "you're gonna have to drink a cup of puréed tarantulas. Whoever drinks it faster wins the point!"
"You're going down!" the Australian tough guy said.
"No he ain't!" Draden said, he held Drake down and poured the drink down his throat. Drake puked again and passed out.
Drake wasn't the only one. Upon seeing a spider crawl out of Drake's mouth, Chris couldn't continue holding it. He threw up hard. Handing Duncan a hundred-dollar bill he said "don't you say anything. How do you even come up with this stuff?"
"I watch a lot of Fear Factor," Duncan shrugged. (1)
"Whatever dude," Chris wiped his mouth, "The score is 8-9, Tigers." he said, his voice quivering.
"What's the matter?" Draden taunted.
"Yeah," Allie chimed in, "you wanted gross challenges. You got them!"
"Duncan's twisted brain is something else," the host admitted, "maybe I should go easier on you guys for the next challenge. Anyways, since Drake is out of commission," he jerked his finger toward the passed out bully, "Tigers need to pick someone else. The challenge is called Stretching out."
That somebody was a very unwilling, though still stoic Sophia. She stood facing Claire.
"You two will be stretched on this medieval torture rack until one of you says 'stop,'" Chris explained. The person who doesn't scream wins a point for her team.
Both girls were strapped into the torture devices, Claire looking very uneasy, Sophia looking somewhat uncomfortable. As Chris began turning both cranks, Claire was having a hard time controlling her impulse to scream while Sophia still looked uncomfortable but not in the same excruciating pain that Claire looked to be suffering.
"Stop!" Claire cried out.
"Sophia wins it for the Lions!" Chris announced, "score is a nine-nine tie. The winner of this final challenge wins it for their team!"
CONFESSIONAL-CLAIRE:
"I should've tried harder. If I lost this for my team, I don't know if they'll forgive me. Man, I wish I
could do better in these challenges."
CONFESSIONAL-KELLIE:
"Claire has provided me a reason to vote for her, but I'm still gunning for Jared. I need to send a message to anyone who decides to screw me over."
END CONFESSIONALS
"And today's final challenge will be..." Chris spun the wheel. The wheel landed on a portrait of Owen, from the original cast, "A visit from Owen!"
Gregory was chosen for the Lions while Peyton was chosen for the Tigers
"Oh yeah! I was getting worried I wouldn't be chosen!" a voice rang out. The fat boy walked on the set, grinning from ear to ear, "I am so ready for this!"
"Great to see you, Owen, how have you been?" Duncan asked.
"I've been AWESOME!" Owen exclaimed, "I've been doing lots of guest appearances on TV shows and I got to compete with Noah in the Ridonculous Race! It was amazing!"
"Alright, now, Owen, you're gonna need to get in this small telephone booth with Gregory and Peyton. First person to leave the phone booth loses for their team."
"Hi, guys!" Owen yelled at the two, who seemed confused about how this would be challenging, "I'm so glad to finally meet you! I wish I was competing this season!"
"Oh and I forgot to mention, I gave Owen the greasiest Mexican food I could find. Have fun in there!"
The three went into the phone booth. On cue, Owen's stomach started growling.
"Uh-oh," Owen said, "This doesn't sound good."
When the door to the phone booth was slammed shut, the contestants could hear the sound of flatulence, followed by the coughs and screams of the two contestants trapped in there. Owen groaned and farted again, "Oh yeah, that feels better," he sighed.
CONFESSIONAL-OWEN:
"I hope I didn't scare those two off. They seemed like such nice people. I'd still want to be their friends."
END CONFESSIONAL
After about thirty seconds of Owen farting, the door to the phone booth swung open and Gregory ran out. He threw up soon after. Peyton left immediately after the lazy teen win it for his team, looking sick.
"Sorry, guys," Owen apologized.
"The Tigers win!" Chris announced, "Lions, time to send someone home!"
All the Lions' eyes turned to the still unconscious figure of Drake.
"But first, the twist I mentioned earlier!" Chris told the Lions, "the team member who scored the most points for your team gains immunity. This means you can't vote for Drake."
A lot of the Lions let out scoffs of "aww" or "dammit."
CONFESSIONAL-DRAKE:
He is now awake, but still beaten up pretty bad "Gregory failed us this challenge. His ass is gone."
CONFESSIONAL-DAISKUE:
"I hate to do this, mostly because I know Allie cares for her, but seeing the way Sophia was not even fazed by being stretched on that rack really concerns me. That girl has more willpower than I do and I know the teams are going to merge soon, so she will be an obstacle rather than an asset. I've got Gregory coring with me as well, as he does not want to be the one to leave."
He sighs, "I know this is how the game is supposed to be played, but I cannot help but feel this tactic is a bit...underhanded. Oh well. What is done is done."
END CONFESSIONAL
CUT TO CAMPFIRE
"Lions," Chris announced, "one of you has spent your last night here. There are 7 of you. You all have torches. I will now light the winners' torches with the flame of safety."
Chris took out a lighter and flicked it on.
"Oh! Can I do this?" Owen asked, "I've always wanted to do this! Pleeeeeease?"
"No way, fatso," Chris chided, "this is my favorite part of my job."
"Aw, come on, let the big guy do it," Duncan said.
"No. If I let you write the challenges and Owen host the elimination ceremony, then what's the point of me being on this island?"
"It's one night and he's one of the most popular former contestants. Just let him do it," Duncan said, "Think of the ratings."
"Fine," Chris surrendered, "spoil my fun, fat boy," he grumbled as he handed the lighter off to Owen and stormed off.
"Ok, I have 6 marshmallows," Owen said, "wait, no, I guess we're not doing that this season. Ok. Well then, if I light your torch, you're in. If not, you're eliminated. The following are safe: Drake."
Owen lit the bully's torch to many boos and jeers from his teammates.
"Oh, can it you bunch of wusses," Drake said, still extremely sore and sick as Owen lit his torch.
"Next up is Allie!"
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"Gregory!"
"Sophia, I really wish I didn't have to do this," Owen sobbed as he lit the elated skinny boy's torch. "But I have to. So I'm sorry. You've lost."
Sophia looked slightly disappointed, but shrugged, "Oh well. Looks like that's that." She high-fived her teammates (sans Drake of course), then went over to hug Allie and Angie.
"Nice getting to know you folks," Sophia told her team, "I'll be cheering for you back home."
Owen and Duncan led the tall stoic to the toss of shame. Owen tried to pull the lever, releasing
the slingshot, but just couldn't bring himself to do it.
Duncan eventually pulled the lever, and Sophia was thrown off the island without so much as a scream.
MEANWHILE AT THE SPA HOTEL:
"It's a shame that Drake got immunity," Peyton scoffed.
"Yeah, but did you see what happened to him?" Claire smirked.
"I'd feel bad for anyone else," Peyton shrugged, "but what he got today wasn't even an ounce of what he deserved."
"Ounce?" Claire asked, "Are you from the United States?"
"Yeah," Peyton responded, "I live in Miami. Why?"
"Hmm. That's interesting. I assumed most of the people competing here would be Canadian. I'm from Brampton myself."
"Oh. Uh where's that?" Peyton asked.
"It's around Toronto," Claire replied, "You Americans and your lack of knowledge of other countries," she teased.
"I bet you couldn't find Miami on a map," Peyton smiled.
"It's on the southern tip of Florida," Claire responded.
"Oh, you know the US states?" Peyton asked, "I thought you didn't study those in Canada?"
"Of course we do. The US is such a powerful country, we learn a lot about it in school."
"Oh, that's cool." Peyton said, "I'm probably the only American here, aren't I?"
"No, Ted's from Houston," Claire said wistfully.
"You miss him, don't you?" Peyton put her hand on Claire's shoulder.
"I do. I'm wondering how we could make this work out when we live so far away in different countries."
"That's gotta be rough," Peyton said, "sorry."
"It's not your fault," Claire said, "that's just the nature of this game. One day you're in, the next you're not. Only one of us can win this."
"If I don't win, I hope you do," Peyton said to Claire.
"That's nice of you, but I plan on winning."
"Hey, Mates, can I have a word?" Jared walked up to the two girls.
"Sure, what's up?" Claire asked.
"Um...I'm sorry for joining an alliance with Kellie," Jared scratched the back of his head, "I—Um—I thought she was really into me. Obviously, she isn't. She wants me out now that I went against her."
"I get it, it's cool," Claire said.
"I can't believe I fell for that. You know. Crocodiles are deadly creatures. They want to eat you, but they make their intentions clear. With people, it's different. They want to use you and be your friends first (2). I just feel so ashamed I went against two nice gals like yourselves because I got suckered into that, y'know?"
"I get that," Peyton said.
"And I know it really hurt you when we voted off Thomas," Jared continued to apologize, "especially since you just got that boy to get out of his shell and I know you have a thing for him and—"
"This is a game of elimination," Peyton sighed, fiddling with her ponytail, "I know you did what you needed to do. In a different setting, I'd have a hard time forgiving that, but, you know, it's not a big deal."
"Thanks, mate. I owe you one. I'm gonna vote for Kellie next time with you guys."
The Australian tough guy walked off.
CONFESSIONAL-PEYTON:
"To be honest, I don't know if I can trust Jared. He's spent the whole season flirting with Kellie, and I don't believe he'd make a full turnaround so quickly, but I also know how thick-skulked boys can be sometimes. I'll just have to see."
END CONFESSIONAL
Who will be the next person sent home and how many injuries will they be sent home with? Find out next time on Total! Drama! SURVIVAL!
Eliminated:
24th: Daniel
23rd: Tori
22nd: Emma
21st: Hanna
20th: Eric
19th: Melvin
18th: Dennis
17th: Sydney
16th: Ted
15th: Jessica
14th: Thomas
13th: Lucas
12th Sophia
Remaining Lions: Gregory, Angie, Draden, Drake, Daiskue, Allie (6)
Remaining Tigers: Claire, Peyton, Jared, Manny, Kellie (5)
yes, I lifted a couple of these challenges from Fear Factor, which is actually quite an enjoyable show, if you have the stomach for it.
paraphrased from something the legendary Steve Irwin (the crocodile hunter and inspiration for Jared) said. Gone far too soon from this earth, may he Rest In Peace
Next challenge: much less disgusting but much more dramatic