This can be considered the start of my series 'Galactic Conquest of Wawanaka', but this isn't required to read to understand the plot. This is just some light fluff just for comedy's sake. Enjoy.
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The camera turned on, and the image shown was a bedroom. All visible walls were purple, and the rug was a faded magenta. Against the left wall was a bunk bed with elaborate carvings along the purple wood and steel. The bottom bunk was unmade, blanket disheveled, while the top bunk was untouched, a thick layer of dust resting on the fabrics. The right wall was covered top to bottom by posters from various tv shows, movies and video games, some signed in intelligible writing. Across from the camera was a desk similar to the bunks, pressed right underneath a window letting the soft glow of a sunset in. Someone could be mumbling off camera, and soon walked into frame. It was a teenage boy of average height, hair dyed purple and eyes a piercing violet. He wore a simple t-shirt, golden epaulettes resting on his shoulders, and three distinct medals on the left side of his chest. As he straightened himself out, a cape he wore swayed from behind him. It stayed on him by a golden clasp that rested at the base of his neck. He cleared his throat.
"Hi!" He began, waving at the camera with a semi forced smile, "My name is Galaxy, and I wish to participate in Total Drama." His smile fell. "No that's too cheesy to start off with. *Sigh*"
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"Okay, take two." He straightened again. "My name is Galaxy. I heard of Total Drama, and thought 'Hey, why not join?'." He half smiled. "I feel like I'd be perfect for your show. Why? Well..." He trailed off and stopped smiling. He groaned. "No! Again, bad take. I don't want to come off as over achieving. *Sigh*"
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Galaxy groaned again. He clearly was losing his patience. "Take...", He checked a notecard he was holding, "...6. I'm getting really tired of this" He mumbled that last part quietly. He then cleared his throat and stood at attention. "Hi, my name is Galaxy. I would like-"
A door could be heard opening behind the camera. Galaxy's eye twitched.
"Hey, son", the man said, "I need your help with something."
Galaxy screamed internally. "Can't, dad."
"Why?"
"I'm making my audition tape for that show you want me apart of?"
Galaxy's dad was silent for a moment. "Crap, right! Sorry, Galaxy, I completely forgot. Well, I'll leave you to it." The door could be heard closing. Galaxy, completely silent, walked over to his bed, picked up his pillow, and screamed into the cushion.
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"Take..." Galaxy sighed, "...11" He rubbed a hand on his face. "You know what? Screw it. My name is Galaxy. This is my room." He spread his arms out. "You can get my stereotype just by this alone. But know this: I didn't want to sign up for your sh*tty show." He obviously was done with it. "The only reason I'm signing up for this is because my beloved uncle Gamma needed to do something to promote his new Canadian branch of his company. If you let me join, not only will I give the show all the 'drama'", He said using air quotes, "My uncle's company will have their ads play on your channel. You will be rich." He paused. "You will also will be payed to let me on. Alright, I'm done. F*k this." He reached over to turn the camera off, but something jumped up and grabbed it in its mouth. "Century, no! That's not a chew toy! Drop it!"
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There's Galaxy's audition tape, one of many. Hope this gave more insight into his character. This is the entire reason for this, honestly.