It was a warm sunny day in the city of Fort Worth, Texas, USA. On a ranch on the outskirts of Fort Worth, a tall and muscular Caucasian female was working alongside her parents and her six siblings. The individual stood at about 6 foot and 2 inches and also had a C-cup breast size along with her muscular build and had chestnut brown hair tied together in a fishtail braid that goes just past her shoulders. Her eyes were green, and her outfit consisted of a brown cowgirl hat, a black t-shirt worn underneath an unbuttoned red and white flannel jacket, stonewashed blue jeans and brown cowgirl boots.
The young woman's name was Vivian May Jackson, and she had a great sense of patriotism for her home country, the USA. She took great pride in her hobbies that were related to her country as well, as her hobbies ranged from hunting, to horse riding, to boxing and so on. Ever since she was a little girl, her dream was to become the first female US president, and so she took classes in Politics during her time in high school, and she recently graduated high school at the age of 18, and was currently planning on joining the Fort Worth town council, since all aspiring politicians had to start somewhere.
Vivian was currently feeding the chickens that she and her family kept at their ranch. "There ya go, little guys! This should keep y'all fed fer a while! And once y'all head back into yer house, we'll be havin' more scrambled egg fer breakfast in the morning!" Vivian told the chickens with a smile, her thick Southern accent sounding through as she took a handful of grain and spread it out across the chickens' pen, after which the chickens quickly rushed over to their food and began to pick it off the ground.
As Vivian smiled at the chickens eating their meal, her father Amos walked up to her. In a similar vein to his daughter, Amos was a tall and muscular Caucasian man standing at 6 foot and 4 inches, having brown hair styled in a crew cut along with brown eyes and a bushy brown beard. His outfit consisted of a white cowboy hat, a long sleeved yellow shirt with a black vest worn over it, a red neckerchief, blue trousers and a pair of brown cowboy boots.
"Nothin' like livin' off the land like a true American farmer, ain't it, Viv?" Amos asked Vivian with a smile, his Southern accent being just as thick as his daughter's.
"You said it, pa. We might be livin' on a ranch, but we've still got pretty everythin' we need to live like a farmer. We got chickens, we got horses, a couple o' pigs...Plenty of things to qualify for bein' a farmer." Vivian replied to her father with a smile.
"Damn straight. Now how 'bout once we're all done with the work 'round the ranch, we fire up the barbecue like a true American and enjoy a good piece o' meat that we got out of the woods the other week?" Amos suggested with a grin.
"Sounds like a plan, pa! Nothin' like a barbecue fer dinner to know that yer a patriotic American." Vivian grinned back.
Amos gave her a pat on the back. "Great! Now how 'bout you go help Amy and Jared clean out the horse stables? They could use a pair o' hands in there." He suggested to her.
"On it, pa! See ya at dinner!" Vivian grinned and gave a thumbs up as she walked over to the horse stables to help her older siblings Amy and Jared with cleaning out the place.
Later that night, the Jackson Family had gathered on their backyard terrace and were currently busy with heating up the barbecue.
"We sure scored big durin' our huntin' trip in the Great Smokey Mountains in Tennessee last week, pa! The moose we hunted back there are still fillin' up our freezer, which means the meat's still fresh and we can feed the family fer weeks to come!" Vivian grinned at her father as she couldn't wait to put the moose meat on the barbecue.
"You said it, Viv! You an' yer siblings don't know how lucky y'all have it! When I was yer age, moose meat was hard to come by due to the lawmakers in Washington D.C. tryin' to hinder the moose hunt until governors from all over the South spoke up about our ancestors havin' hunted moose their entire life and makin' moose hunt a right fer' every American who wishes to have the right to hunt moose! If it weren't fer them, we probably wouldn't be able to enjoy a nice piece o' moose meat on the barbecue tonight. God Bless America!" Amos cheered as the rest of the Jackson Family cheered as well.
"Hey, Vivian! Come inside! You gotta see this!" Vivian's older brother Johnny told Vivian as the family came inside and gathered at the tv to see what was going on. Apparently the news was on.
"The Canadian television network has confirmed that the hit television series Total Drama has officially been cancelled." The newscaster spoke as the Jackson Family gasped in shock.
"They're cancelling Total Drama?!" Vivian asked in a panicky voice.
"After the poor ratings of Total Drama's latest season, Total Drama: Pahkitew Island and the second arrest of Total Drama's host, Chris McLean, the network has had no choice but to cancel Total Drama, with no plans on bringing the show back in the far future due to the controversy that has been surrounding the show since the fourth season, Total Drama: Revenge of the Island, where Chris McLean was first arrested due to his crimes against nature by letting a hazardous waste company use Camp Wawanakwa as a dumping ground for their product, which has caused the local wildlife, as well as one of the contestants that competed on Revenge of the Island to mutate into large monsters. Not only that, but Chris McLean has also recently lost a lawsuit against the family of former contestant Ezekiel Tyler, who sought justice against McLean for causing their son to go insane during his time on Total Drama World Tour and using him for entertainment on Revenge of the Island. All of this controversy was the straw that broke the camel's back in the eyes of the network, and it seems that the era of Total Drama has definitely come to an end." The newscaster continued to speak.
Vivian dropped to her knees as she heard this news. She and her family had been fans of Total Drama since Season 1, and Vivian even wanted to compete on the show herself in the future, but now that dream was never going to come true due to Total Drama being cancelled.
"I can't believe it...Total Drama's gone...I've been wantin' to compete on this show fer a long, long time..." Vivian muttered in defeat as her mother June put a hand on her back to comfort her.
"Perhaps it's fer the best that this happened, dear. I mean, we all saw what happened durin' Pahkitew Island. This was gonna happen sooner or later." June told her daughter in a soft tone of voice.
"I know, ma...I know...But that still doesn't change the fact that my dream of competin' on Total Drama will never come true now..." Vivian muttered in defeat once more.
"We understand, dear. Let's go back to the barbecue now, maybe a meal might make ya feel better." June replied as she gave her daughter a pat on the back and the Jackson Family went back out to the backyard terrace to continue their barbecue.