The camera opened on Chris and Chef, both of which were standing on what appeared to be a ferry. "Greetings, Total Drama!" Chris exclaimed, a smile plastered onto his face. "This season, we are taking our hit reality TV show across the border!"
Chef cleared his throat, soon chiming in. "This country elected the guy who hosted The Apprentice President, so anything is possible!" He declaimed, focusing his attention back onto Chris, who continued to speak.
"We are taking 24 teens on a cross-country adventure! From New York to California, with a ton of challenges along the way!" The camera began to pan out, revealing the beginnings of a large structure in the background. "Who will win? What type of drama will await us? Find out, this season, on," The camera had fully panned out, revealing the Statue of Liberty.
"Total! Drama! United States!"
(THEME SONG)
The show came back to Chris, appearing in what seemed to be in Grand Central Terminal. The architecture certainly alluded to that, from the high ceilings, to the yellow, dim lighting of the terminal. However, it was devoid of any people. The only sounds were the tranquil music playing from the intercom system, and soon enough, Chris' voice.
"Welcome back! We are currently in Grand Central Terminal in New York City, waiting for our contestants to arrive. And let me just say, the anticipation is killing me." Checking his watch, Chef grimaced, glancing over adjacently to his left. "These trains are coming in on time, right?"
The camera panned in the direction of Chris' stare to Chef, who was in the middle of putting a hot dog into his mouth. With an awkward stare directly into the camera's lens, he lowered the hotdog from his lips. "Yeah, Chris. We should be good," His eyes darted over Chris' shoulder, stopping when he jerked his chin forward. "Here comes someone now!"
An average height blonde girl emerged from the terminal, her upturned blue eyes scanning the vastness of her surroundings. Adjusting her hair so it fell naturally, her bangs covering her right eye, she began to amble to Chris, her black heels echoing against the dome-shaped ceiling. "H-Hello!" She called, eventually stopping beside Chris. She wore a sky blue top, covered by a black cardigan, as well as a black, knee-length skirt.
"Brianna Hanami! How was your journey?" Chris inquired, placing his hands onto his hips.
"I-It was good! B-But, I'm sorry for asking, but wasn't I supposed to be on my train with someone?" Brianna pointed out. Chris tipped his head, when suddenly the sound of a door opening alerted the camera man, who turned to face it.
A tall girl, around 5'10", emerged from the bathroom, the sound of a toliet flushing ringing behind her until the door came closed. She wore a pair of white shorts, which exposed muscular, mocha-hued legs, as well as a red tube top, and red Converse. Her black curls were up in a bun, exposing her piercing, brown eyes.
"Wait..." The girl narrowed her eyes at the camera. "Oh shoot, was I supposed to take the train here? Shoot, I live in the area, I just walked." She chuckled, skipping over to Chris, Chef, and Brianna, whom she stood beside.
"Luciana! You just ruined our first entrance!" Chris growled, narrowing his eyes to her. "What do you say to that?!"
Luciana bit her lower lip, appearing to hold back a laugh. "Uh," she cleared her throat. "The show must go on?"
Chris held himself back from saying more as the next contestant entered from the terminal. "Mitch Myers!" He was around 5'6", with short, brown hair with a red streak on the left slide, adorned in a black t-shirt with a Jason mask on the front, black sweatpants, and dark shoes. He stood a few feet from Brianna, who took note of the t-shirt choice.
"D-Do you like horror movies?" She asked, seeing this as an early opportunity to make friends. Mitch craned his neck slowly to Brianna, perking a brow to her.
"I'm not simply a horror fan, I live everything horror. From my clothes, to my name. Myers is the last name is the last name of the allusive villain from the Halloween franchise, who made his infamy by-"
"Jesus, McLean, I signed up for this show to not be lectured about stuff I don't care about!" A handsome man pushed between Brianna and Mitch, removing a pair of sunglasses with flourish. He had dark blue, almond shaped eyes, dark brown, windblown hair, and complimented his externally pleasing appearance by wearing a white shirt with a black sugar skull, dark wash jeans, black combat boots, and a silver chain along his neck.
"Wait! I know you!" Luciana exclaimed excitedly, a large smile exposing the dimples on both cheeks. "Your name is Drew Hanson, right? You're a lounge singer over in Brooklyn!"
Drew perked with interest, soon moving yet again so he was standing by Luciana. With a sly smirk, he folded his arms over his chest, scanning her over. "Oh, you know me? Well, what do you have to say about my voice, doll?"
Luciana chuckled, rolling her eyes at his attempt to flirt with her. "Well, doll, I actually didn't stay for your velvety pipes, I just went ahead and stole a 20 from your wallet. So, thanks for the Subway Cold Cut Combo, and the large pepperoni."
Drew stared incredulously, Chris taking this moment to introduce the next contestant. "Please welcome Ash Healy!"
A short male came forward, waving awkwardly to the contestants that had already shown up. "Oh? I'm the shortest guy so far? Well that's fun." He stood beside Mitch, holding a hand out to him. He had brown hair and blue eyes, concealed mostly by thick glasses, and wore a blue sweater and grey sweatpants. "Hey man! Dope shirt!"
Mitch nodded a head to him in appreciation. "Thanks, I am a connoisseur for the finest horror."
Ash smiled, already deciding that he would make a friend out of Mitch eventually. "You'll have to tell me about your favorite movies."
The next contestant then entered, a short head compared to the rest, being only 5'0". Almond shaped brown eyes glared at each contestant as she tucked her long, straight brown hair behind her ear. She wore a white tank top with a baggy, blue-black plaid shirt, black jeans, black and white Converse, and a black baseball hat.
"Meet Sophie Aventino, everyone! She goes by Soph." Chris introduced.
Drew stepped forward to introduce himself. "Hello, my short little pixie." He reached out to hold his hand, which Sophie took, and twisted behind his back in a simple motion. Drew yelped in pain, making Brianna shield her eyes and Ash stare in horror.
"Listen up, pretty boy. I can twist your limbs into a pretzel, so don't mess with me, got it?!" Sophie threatened, releasing Drew and pushing him away. Drew rubbed his wrist, pouting his lower lip at the phantom pain her grip left behind.
"I'm liking this season already." Chef murmured, gesturing to the next contestant. He was 5'7", and appeared to be of Asian descent, seemingly Vietnamese, scribbling away in a notepad. His monolid brown eyes were glued to the page of the words that poured from his mind, his fingers skimming his short, black hair, some of the front being gelled. A visible scar laid on his left cheek, and he wore a short sleeved, turquoise button up, blue plants, white Polo socks, and black Nike's.
"Hello, everyone. My name is Tom Nguyen." He put away his notebook, tucking it under his arm. He kept the introductions simple, opting to also stand a bit further from the group, but enough that each person was in eyesight. His eyesight soon shifted as he looked over at the girl that he had take his train with struggling up the stairs.
A girl that was around 4'11" emerged from the terminal, breathing heavily. "Jeez Louise, I nearly got lost! Sorry for keeping everyone waiting." She skipped over to the crowd, standing beside Tom. "Tom and I had a fun ride over, didn't we?"
The girl was quite cute, with almond-shaped hazel eyes due to her being half Filipino, and her black hair cascading in gentle waves to the middle of her shoulder blades. Her body was dotted with freckles, more harshly along her face, especially the bridge of her nose. She wore a pair of light-denim Mom jeans, fastened on her small frame with a black belt. A white t-shirt was tucked into her pants, with sunflowers on the front, and a pair of white Air Force Ones to pull the outfit together.
"Bea O'Malley! Glad you made it." Chris beamed, prompting Bea to squeeze Tom's arm and skipping to where Luciana and Drew were standing.
The next two contestants emerged from the terminal, however their anger filled voices echoed off the terminal's walls before they were seen. This made Brianna frown, directing her attention to the terminal. "H-How are people already fighting?" She murmured, her blue eyes wide.
"It's New York, babe, I hear worse than this mess walking to school everyday." Luciana retorted with a raise of her brows, patting the female's shoulder. Bea and Drew both nodded in agreement, being natives themselves.
"I'm just saying, your tattoo looks like you got it in the yee-haw trailer trash you probably grew up in." An average-height blonde girl quipped, her green eyes narrowed on the female next to her. She flipped her waist-length blonde hair and adjusted her pink, spaghetti strap top, which she paired with white shorts, and pink sandals.
The other girl, with tanned skin, standing at average height with brown eyes, brown hair with bangs cut across her forehead paused as she finally made it to the other contestants. She wore an orange top that left her stomach exposed, blue shorts, and black boots, the shorts exposing a butterfly tattoo on her left thigh. "Oh yeah, Blondie? With Daddy's money, can he buy you class? Dignity?" She raised her hand, seemingly about to flash her the middle finger. "How about you stick this right up-"
Chris cleared his throat loudly, prompting the two girls to stand away from each other. "The blonde one is Pracilla Hawkins," he pointed to Pracilla, then trailed his finger to the other girl. "The one who was about to waste some of the show's budget on the blur after-effect is Mira Bliss."
Ash awkwardly waved to the two of them, only to be met with looks of contempt from both. "Man, tough crowd." He articulated, using the hand he was using to push his glasses up his nose.
Sophie chortled, rolling her eyes. "I could take them both." She whispered in confidence, cracking her knuckles at the thought.
"Would a step stool be required?" Drew retorted, and as Sophie was about to lunge, Mitch held her back. "Save the blood-bath for the challenges." Mitch reminded Sophie, turning his attention as the next contestant entered.
A 5'0" girl entered, hesitantly looking around the terminal with large, hazel eyes. She wore a short-sleeved shirt of a pastel hue with a graphic kitten on the front, a light grey cardigan with the sleeves rolled up, a pale lavender skirt held up by a belt, white-knee length wool socks, and brown combat boots. "H-Hello, everyone!" She addressed the group nervously, fumbling with her silver choker.
"Everyone, meet AJ Rosenburg. Our resident journalist!" Chris embellished.
AJ turned pink at the title, shaking her head rapidly. "I-I wouldn't call myself that! I just write for the school paper, is all. I would hardly call myself a full journalist!" AJ babbled anxiously, finishing off her tangent with a laugh.
Pracilla scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Fine, then don't call her a journalist. Can we please move on?"
AJ frowned, sliding over to join the other contestants. "I think it's cool that you write." Bea muttered to AJ, smiling warmly to her. "I sort of just speak and hope I find the point of what I'm saying along the way."
AJ giggled, the camera panning over to the next contestant. He was 5'9" with downturned, black eyes, gelled black hair, and was wearing a blue collared shirt, khaki shorts, and blue tennis shoes. Atop of everything was a black jacket, the hood down.
"Alex Oracion Jr., meet everyone!" Chris piped in.
Alex cleared his throat, raising a hand in an awkward wave. "Heya, everyone. I'm excited to get to know all of you. I gotta be honest, I'm kinda nervous, bu-"
Alex was cut off by a female storming in. She was 5'0 tall, with almond shaped grey eyes, and black hair adorned with pink streaks piled in two long pigtails atop her head. She wore a black hoodie with a hot pink wolf logo on the front, and the words "Lost and Betrayed: I'll Go My Own Way" written in hot pink on the back. She also wore black ripped jeans, and hot pink knee-high boots.
"McLean!" She growled, instantly grabbing the man by his collar. "Why would you put me on the train with Daryl?! Already searching for a vendetta, huh?"
Chris gasped, widening his eyes in falsified, melodramatic shock. "What? Me, searching for drama? Who would think? Now, release my shirt, Kaisa, before I decide to leave you here."
Kaisa released Chris with a huff, just as the person she shared her train with entered. He was 6 feet tall, with messy blonde hair piled into a bun. He had hooded, hazel eyes, and wore sandals, ripped bellbottom pants, a light-blue, sleeveless vest, a green t-shirt, and a shark tooth necklace.
"Kaisa, your aura is very red. Mindful meditation will help you become more connected with your inner chi." Daryl expressed, only to make Kaisa rub the bridge of her nose in agitation and groan.
Tom raised his brows in interest, quite perplexed by the group in front of him. Even despite the group not being complete, he could see the vastness of their personalities, some he knew he would meld well with, and others, as he directed his gaze to Sophie, Drew, Pracilla, and Mirabelle, not so much.
Despite not being so grandiose when the next contestant entered, all eyes were on him. Externally, he said everything that needed to be said. He had dull green eyes, with blue and black eye makeup. His face was covered with heavy makeup, a beauty mark dotted just above his lips, which were covered in red lipstick, with dark ochre hair cascading to his shoulders. His outfit consisted of a black soldier vest as a base, followed by rainbow striped pants, a red superhero's cape, and knee-high black boots with spikes. Additionally, a cowboy hat was rested atop his head, as well as a fake ear piercing, a rose in his hair, white gloves, and a pink-paisley ribbon around his neck.
"This is Corsica Jones-Paisley, a fashionista by heart, don't you all agree?" Chris prompted, turning to the other contestants.
"I would call it a fashion faux pas." Pracilla chimed in, idly picking at her cuticles.
In response, Mira nodded in agreement. "I'm not too sure what that means, but I would call it a fashion hell-nah."
Corsica rolled his eyes, standing off to the side, more specifically near Bea and AJ.
"I like your outfit, especially the cape. Maybe you'll be the hero of this competition!" AJ encouraged with a kind grin.
This comment made Corsica smile and chuckle, looking off to the side. Whether it was because her statement was accurate, or it was completely incorrect, was unclear.
The next two contestants to enter were both girls, quite the opposites at first glance. The first girl was 5'8", with dark brown skin, eyes of different color; one blue, one green, with a side shave and long, multi-colored dreadlocks. She wore a strapless sundress with sandals. The other girl was average height, with small, blue eyes, and long, blonde hair. She wore a blue tank top, a pink skirt with white stockings, and pink flats.
"Meredith," Chris nodded to the blonde. "Maisie." He acknowledged the dreaded girl. "Did you both have a pleasant journey?"
Meredith nodded her head. "Of course! I've never met someone from Jamaica before, I loved hearing about the history of her home."
Meredith's enthusiasm about learning about others made Maisie smile in response. "Yeah! I couldn't have asked for a more pleasant train buddy."
Daryl regarded them both thoughtfully, pondering their auras. "You both have quite different chi energies, yet you are mellowing together quite well. The Divine Being has work in store for you two."
The next contestant soon entered, looking hopefully among the contestants. "Damn, am I really this late?" He commented, making his way to the crowd. He was around 5'11", and of Mexican descent, with brown eyes, dark brown hair, and a goatee. He wore a blue baseball jersey with a white tee beneath it, as well as brown jogger pants and white converse. A gray, backwards baseball cap was placed atop his head, and black fingerless gloves were snugged on his hands.
"Nah, Kyle Mora, you're right on time." Chris reassured the male as he stood beside Ash. Kyle removed his cap to ruffle his fingers through his hair, then placed the cap back on his head. "Did I miss anything fun?" He directed to Ash.
Ash shrugged, nonchalantly beginning to fill Kyle in on each person that had arrived so far. Each person made Kyle's eyes widen mere millimeter by millimeter. Once Ash was done, Kyle exhaled loudly. "Well, dope, let's hope the six left aren't disasters."
As if on cue, the next two contestants entered. One of them was already talking, seemingly into a vlog camera. She was 5'2" with mocha-hued skin, as well as almond-shaped blue eyes, and a golden pink french braid, with purple-hued tips and flowers braided effortlessly into the knots. She tied her aesthetic together by wearing a purple bodice with floral embroidery and lace sleeves, a deep purple skirt atop another thinner, red skirt with a slit up the side, and stockings with black boots.
The other, a plump male with brown hair and grey-blue eyes, wearing a white t-shirt and gym shorts and sneakers, added to her vlog, the joke making them both laugh.
"Wait, isn't that Tonia Lockhart? She's a huge Youtuber!" Meredith gushed excitedly, clasping her hands together. "I used to watch her videos all of the time!"
"Her audience consists of all kids who still are in middle school, so it makes sense that your viewership of her channel is in the past tense." Sophie piped in, quieting down when Tonia and her friend came forward.
Gesturing to the male, Tonia flipped loose strands of hair from her face. "Everyone, meet Bubba. He has become quite a good vlogging partner! I'm so grateful we were put together."
"Wait, is she allowed to have a camera, Chris?" Alex inquired, making Chris step forward and hold his hand out to Tonia.
"Absolutely not, Alex! Hand it over, Tonia. The only things that'll be filmed will be for the show, not for your Youtube channel."
Tonia pouted her lower lip, handing the camera to Chris and standing beside Bubba. "A shame, you would have been a star, Bubba."
This comment made Bubba smirk. "I'm on Total Drama! So I'm already halfway there." He pointed out cleverly, already fantasizing about the Michelin-star chefs he would hire to cook his meals once he won the money.
The next contestant was an attractive, African-American man, with black hair and green eyes, wearing a pair of gym shorts and a football jersey with the number 12 on it with sneakers, and he stood around 6'4".
"Howdy, Reggie! Pleasant train ride?" Chris greeted, folding his arms over his chest. The contestants could tell the constant back and forth between introducing a contestant and moving to the next was starting to get to him as he shifted back and forth in the place he stood.
"Yeah, Chris!" Reggie moved to stand in the clump of contestants, nearly running into Kaisa along the way. "Sorry, I didn't see you down there."
Kaisa folded her arms over her chest, sourly glaring up to the male. "You know the best part about this height around tall people like you is that I am super close to the place that'll make you cry to your mama if it happens to be kicked."
Reggie gaped in shock down at her, immediately moving to stand away from her, much to Kaisa's content.
Bea seemingly noticed the next contestant when she entered, her eyes widening. "Oh no." She squeaked in fear. Drew took notice, furrowing his brows. "You guys got history?" He asked curiously, making Bea nod her head.
The girl was around 5'6" and of Arabian descent, with dark brown eyes, and black hair that was placed neatly into a ponytail. She wore a blue-denim vest, with a black bikini top beneath, and a purple-pink mini-skirt with brown penny boots. The girl walked forward with an air of confidence, though stopped when she saw Bea.
"Oh, it's you. I haven't seen you since our dance battle in Chicago." Miriam glanced the much smaller girl over skeptically, which made Bea turn bright red.
"Yeah, haha! Second place isn't the worst, y'know! You put up a good... dance fight?" Bea fumbled with her words, seemingly inching her small frame behind Drew.
Miriam chuckled, starting to walk by Bea without even fixing her gaze to her. "We'll have to have a rematch sometime."
The tension in the Grand Central Terminal made everyone go silent, which Ash broke by beginning to awkwardly whistle.
"Finally! For the love that is good and Holy! Our last two contestants are here!" Chris yelled in exasperation.
The first male trickled in, being around 5'9" with blue eyes and brown hair cut into a short crewcut style, as well as having a mole on his left cheek. He wore a green polo shirt with the number 7 on the top left portion of his shirt, black denim jeans with green sneakers, accessorized by brown socks and a black watch on his left wrist.
"Hey, 'sup, I'm Cohen, call me Coast if you want, or not, I don't care." Cohen breezed by the contestants, seemingly already heading toward the exit.
"Not so fast, Cohen!" Chris called, only to see that Chef had grabbed the male by the back of his shirt to stop him.
The last of the contestants exited the terminal, being 5'9" and of Japanese descent. He had almond shaped brown-green eyes, with short, tousled light brown hair. He wore a white and blue, long-sleeve striped shirt, with black pants and sneakers. His path to the other contestants came to a screeching halt as his gaze transfixed on, ironically, the first contestant that had been introduced.
Brianna guffawed to the male, her hand moving to cover her mouth to resist a cry from emitting from her lips. "H-Hayato?" She stuttered, rubbing her eyes to rid herself of the possible mirage of an image before her of her childhood friend. Once she saw that he hadn't faded away, Brianna ran forward.
As if prepared, Hayato held his arms out, catching Brianna in his arms and hugging her close. "Brianna? I never thought I would see you again!" He pulled away first, his hands remaining on her shoulders.
A chortle of disbelief parted from Brianna's lips, her eyes glazed with tears of joy. "Looks like we're in this together."
Kyle and Luciana rolled their eyes. "Heteros." They exhorted at the same time, both looking to each other in joy afterward, already excited at the prospect of being on the same team.
Chris clapped his hand, redirecting the attention back to him. "Alright! Now, let me break things down, and tell you how things will work. Chef," he looked to his partner in crime. "Release Cohen, he's got the right idea about going outside."
Chef shrugged, releasing the much smaller male, who began moving his legs toward the exit without missing a beat.
(OUTSIDE OF GRAND CENTRAL STATION)
"Here's how it's gonna work." Chris began once all of the contestants had filed outside. "You'll be divided into two teams of twelve, and every week, we are going to a different city in America and you'll be faced with challenges revolving around what that city has to offer. Losing team heads to elimination, where they'll vote someone off, and the winning team will be rewarded!"
"Uh, Chip? Chief? Whatever your name is?" Drew raised his hand in the air. "How are we expected to travel to these cities?"
Chris smiled in sadistic glee. "Glad you asked, pretty boy!" Raising his hands with flourish, Chris clapped his palms together. This cue rang a cacophony of honking noises, which made Meredith and AJ cover their ears.
Two huge, decked out RVs came from around the corner, one of them painted with a blue color and all things Northern; from the Statue of Liberty, to the Space Needle, with the term 'YANKEES' decked out in graffiti lettering. The other, red with Southern pride, from Disney World to Nascar, with the term 'YEE-HAWS' painted in similar lettering. "In these, three million dollar RVs! They have bunk-style sleeping, a kitchen area, lounging area, with a roof-top area with heated floors where you'll be conducting your eliminations every week!"
Everyone was baffled at the scale of the RVs, some of the contestants murmuring to the people around them, while others stared dumbfoundedly.
"Wanna hear your teams?" Chris teased, removing a notecard from his pocket. "On the Yankees, I need Bea, AJ, Pracilla, Miriam, Kaisa, Maisie, Drew, Tom, Ash, Corsica, Reggie, and Cohen!"
That group of people stepped to the side, leaving the remainder. "On the Yee-Haws, we have Brianna, Luciana, Mira, Tonia, Sophie, Meredith, Hayato, Alex, Mitch, Bubba, Kyle, and Daryl!"
With the two teams divided, Chris rubbed two fingers along his temple, his brows pursed together in thought. "Oh, I almost forgot!"
(CONFESSIONAL CAM)
The confessional area was the bathroom, which Chris was currently occupying. "Like World Tour, the bathroom can also be a place where you can relieve yourself verbally, and get some stuff off your chest."
(END OF CONFESSIONAL CAM)
The RVs soon moved away, leaving the contestants with Chef and Chris. "Our first challenge begins soon, and it'll take place right here in the Big Apple! So get to know your fellow teammates, because teamwork is the name of this challenge!" Chris demanded, watching as the two teams broke off even more, starting to discuss within their own groups.
(CONFESSIONAL CAM)
"I know the city like the back of my hand! I grew up here! I have memories with every little place." Bea sighed in relief. "Plus, I have AJ on my team, and she seems really cool, so I have no problems right now with being a Yankee on the Yankees!"
(CONFESSIONAL CAM)
"I've never been one to actively participate, per say." Corsica spoke, the first time since he had arrived. "I never have a reason to unless given a reason to. Let's hope for the sake of my team, they give me a good reason."
(CONFESSIONAL CAM)
Tom tapped his chin, furrowing his brows together. "I doubt AJ and Bea will be problematic figures on my team, however I cannot say the same for Pracilla and Kaisa." He smiled pleasantly, closing his eyes. "I doubt their penmanship will be hard to imitate."
(CONFESSIONAL CAM)
Tonia huffed, pouting even more. "I can't Vlog! Then how are people supposed to know what I'm doing without cameras on me?!" As her words sunk in, her eyes widened. "Wait.."
(CONFESSIONAL CAM)
"I can't believe I'm seeing Brianna again..." Hayato spoke dreamily, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've waited for this moment for years now. I really hope I don't mess it up."
(CONFESSIONAL CAM)
Daryl had his legs crossed, his eyes closed as he inhaled through his nose, and loudly through his mouth. "Yoga brings me peace of mind. All that is occurring is for my higher being for myself, and everyone involved. I must go within the seat of my consciousness to truly learn what I need, and that's necessary only through quiet meditation..." As he was about to zone out, there was a bang at the door.
"Hey, Señor Granola, care to meditate out here so some people can ramble?!" Mira yelled from the other side, prompting Daryl to open his eyes and stare sadly into the camera.
(END OF CONFESSIONAL CAMS)
Chris smiled to the camera, his hands resting on his hips. "What challenge does New York City have to offer? Who will be going home first? Find out next week on,
"TOTAL! DRAMA! UNITED STATES!"
Heya! Sorry this took so long to get out. I had finals week, and then I went to the beach, and then I got sick when I came home. I hate writing intro chapters bc it's a lot of "here's a lot of blatant description" writing, when I enjoy writing dialogue a ton. However, I hope you enjoyed the intros!
Who do you like so far? Got any ships? Anyone you can see going far, or being shoved immediately out the car? Review below!
See you next time, thanks for reading!