Total Drama Island: Rewritten Chapter 1: Welcome to Wawanakwa, a total drama series fanfic

Hey everyone! AZW330 here, and I'm throwing my hat into the ring of all OC island fics! Right off the bat, I wanna say that I know and am well aware that I'm not a pro writer by any stretch of the imagination-heck, I'm barely an amateur. But I spent a lot of time making sure that this story was up to the standards of some of the great stories you see on here; multiple re-reads and go-throughs, and I'm pretty happy with the finished product! But again, I'm not a pro by any stretch, so if you see anything wonky, don't yell at me.

Second, I'm going to be making this a more strategy-oriented, realistic take on a season, since that is the style of gameplay I most enjoy on shows like Big Brother and Survivor. I'll of course try to get some humor and brevity in there, but there's gonna be a LOT of strategy talk, deal-making, alliance work, relationship building, character interaction, and stuff like that. If that's not your jam, then that's okay! Total Drama is a more cartoony take on competition reality shows, and I'm just bringing my personal season to life the way I want to. Again, if that isn't for you, here's your disclaimer.

I originally had this bit at the bottom, but it means so much to me, it's going up top instead. I have SO MANY people I wanna thank for inspiring me to write this. There are so many amazing, amazing, wonderful people in this community. For real. People like Mr. Ruff, KadachiNova, TheDragonRooster, The Feline Overlord, SinWriter7, Grape Escape, Tech-Star, Lillaptop, Alexneushoorn, Space Zodiac, Clown Princess Phoebe, TDFan2077, FreshmEn, MorbidGinger, Thunderstrike16, PROJECT-DRAMA, DaringDF1827, and trust me, there are SO, SO, SO many other people I could say, but simply don't have the time, because it'd just go on forever. I truly mean it. You're all so awesome, and thanks so much for being good friends, and being people who inspire me to do this, and do it to the very best of my ability.

I'll have more to say at the bottom, but until then, welcome to the story, and happy reading!

-AZW330

It's a bright, peaceful morning in Ontario, Canada. The sun shone high in the sky as the waves calmly lapped against the beach, as a seagull caws somewhere overhead. The smell of the lake wafts throughout. The island rests calmly, its cabins and campfire devoid of any life.

"Yo!"

Almost devoid of life, that is. A man stepped into frame, a charming, gleaming smile adorning his well-maintained face, as a light breeze moved his well-made hair. He stood in front of the iconic campfire pit.

"It's Chris McLean, coming to you from good old Camp Wawanakwa somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario! You know it, you love it, so we're back again!"

The scene suddenly shifted, showing Chris inside an old outhouse. "We're bringing the classics as always! Such as our iconic outhouse confessional here, where our contestants can dish on their friends, their enemies, and everything in between!"

The scene shifted again, now inside the mess hall. "And it wouldn't be a season of Total Drama without my right-hand man, Chef Hatchet, here to give our campers his….unique brand of cooking!"

Chef suddenly walked into frame, the large man dragging a large burlap sack across the floor. Indiscernible noises came from the bag as whatever was inside viciously fought against the island's cook. "Oh, quit fighting me already, dang it!" Chris shuddered as Chef kicked the door open and dragged whatever was in the bag through, into the kitchen.

The scene shifted once again, now showing Chris on the island's dock. "Here, on this very island, 16 teenagers from all around North America, from Kelowna, British Columbia to Baltimore, Maryland, from Apache Junction, Arizona, to Halifax, Nova Scotia, will gather here to compete against each other in the competition of a lifetime: Total Drama!"

If possible, Chris' smile grew larger at the name of his show. "These teens will have to outlast the competitions, and most importantly, each other if they wanna win this; the grand prize!" From off-camera, Chris was handed a metal briefcase. Clicking it open, it was shown to be filled to the brim with crisp, green, hundred-dollar bills.

"One. Million. DOLLARS!"

Chris recklessly tossed the briefcase back offscreen, his smile faltering and irritation flashing across his face. "Don't drop that thing!" He shouted to someone off-screen. Turning back to the camera, Chris smiled once again. "And this season will be unlike any we've done before! But how exactly, you may ask?" Chris' smile grew mischievous. "Well, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you? But trust me when I say this will be unlike any season of Total Drama you've seen before!"

Chris walked back to the foot of the dock, the camera following him. "But don't you worry about that! Because the time has come to get this show on the road and meet our campers! 16 will arrive, but only one can win the money! Who will win? Who will lose? What will happen? Will this be the most dramatic Total Drama yet? Well, we're all about to find out together on this season of-"

The camera zoomed out, showing Chris in front of the campground.

"Total!"

The camera zoomed out again, showing Chris, much smaller, in front of the island.

"Drama!"

One final time, the camera zoomed out, showing the entirety of Wawanakwa, Chris barely visible.

"Island: Rewritten!"

"Welcome back, everyone!" Chris exclaimed. "I know you're all as excited as I am to meet this year's campers, so let's get right to it! Their boat is here, and let's bring down our very first camper! Say hello to Misha Greene!"

The first camper was a small, pale, scrawny girl, looking like she was barely 5'4. Her amber-colored eyes darted around, seemingly questioning everything around her as her messy brown hair, which reached her shoulders, whipped around with every move of her head. She wore a black t-shirt with a gray alien head directly in the center, with a dark red hoodie on top of that, the sleeves long enough to cover her whole hands. Below that was a pair of gray jeans and black sneakers. Misha walked directly up to Chris and proceeded to poke him in the stomach.

"Ack!" Chris yelled in surprise, batting her sleeve-clad hand away. "What the heck was that for!?"

Misha hummed happily. "Good. I was worried when I saw the advertisements for the new season that you had been replaced with a Robot."

"Excuse me?" A bewildered Chris asked the girl.

"It is happening all over the world," Misha explained casually. "Humans of high importance are being replaced with robotic duplicates, probably for some kind of world-dominating plot. Possibly by aliens. I am not entirely sure yet, however."

Chris smiled, seemingly only focusing on one particular part of her statement. "High importance! I like the sound of that, Misha! But I can assure you that I'm not a robot. And I can also assure you that our next camper is coming down! Say hello to John Lane!"

This boy was much taller than Misha, at 6'1. Like her, his skin was on the pale side and he was rather lanky, but unlike her, his eyes were a light blue. His unruly black hair reached his ears, one of which had three silver hoops in it. His outfit consisted of a pair of black boots, with a pair of black, worn jeans tucked into them. On top of that was a black t-shirt, with a dark red dress shirt on top of that, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. Tattoos could be seen on his right forearm, which, on closer inspection, were revealed to be various flags. A neutral look adorned his features as he made his way onto the dock.

"Hey, John!" Chris exclaimed as the boy made his way next to him.

A light smile adorned his face. "Cool. Nice to be here."

Chris held his hand out for the boy to shake, but John simply stared at it, an eyebrow raised, smile faded, neutral expression back on his face, making no motion to accept. After holding his hand out for a few seconds past the point of awkwardness, Chris retracted it and stared at John annoyedly. John didn't seem too miffed by this, however, instead looking around, taking in his surroundings before going to stand over on the dock near Misha.

"Well then….." Chris said, annoyance still clear in his face and voice, "Maybe our next contestant will be a little more forthcoming! And speaking of which, here she is! It's Vivianne LeRusso!"

All eyes went to the next entrant, for she was striking. Everything about her screamed rock n' roll. In the bright sunlight of mid-afternoon, her black hair, with wild streaks of dyed purple that reached just below her shoulder blades, stood out entirely in contrast to her light skin. So did her eyes, which also shone a bright purple color, which most definitely came from contact lenses. Silver piercings littered this girl; A nose ring, a septum piercing, a lip ring, a chin piercing, multiple ear piercings, and an eyebrow piercing all shone in the sun. On top of her left hand, the tattoo of the head of a black King Cobra glared back at her menacingly, fangs bared, hood flared, ready to strike. Despite only being 5 '5 and not being particularly large, she projected an aura of someone much bigger than she is, of a predator, waiting to lash out at the slightest provocation.

And if her littering of tattoos and piercings didn't scream Rock enough, her outfit certainly did. Black combat boots, with faded acid-washed jeans tucked into them. A black choker wrapped around her neck, a golden cross dangling from it. A deep black leather jacket rests on top of a black tank top to complete the aesthetic.

So does the worn guitar case she wields in one hand.

"Welcome to the Island, Vivianne!" Chris said to the third arrival. Vivianne glared at him, causing Chris to step back.

"It's Vivi." She said, a scowl etched across her face.

"Right…..sorry, Vivi!" Chris smiled and, again, extended a hand out for a shake.

"Whatever." She scoffed, ignoring the host completely and turning and walking back towards the other two contestants, taking a spot next to John.

Chris grimaced at the frosty reception his last two contestants gave him. "Anyway, down comes our next camper! Meet David Masters, everyone!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOO!" The man who bound down the gangplank yelled excitedly. Unlike Vivi, who projected an aura of wanting to be left alone, David projected nothing but excitement. You could see in his deep blue eyes a glint of happiness, and the huge smile on his face projected it even more. He had short, dark brown hair, which contrasted with his fair skin, and he kept his attire pretty simple, with a pair of simple blue jeans, a pair of black running shoes, and a long-sleeved gray shirt. At 6 '3, and with a build suggesting he was a bit husky, he was one of the island's taller and larger residents thus far.

"McLean! My MAN! It's so awesome to be here!" David yelled as he approached the host. Instantly, his thick Irish accent gave him away as being from deep in Newfoundland.

"Hey, David! Glad to have you here too!" Before Chris could even hold his hand out, David held out his own hand for a fist bump, which made the host grin and return the gesture. "Good to see another Newfie around here, David!"

"Oh, man! I bet it is, Chris! I can't wait to rep our homeland together, man!" He laughed. David then turned to Misha, Vivi, and John. "Hey everyone! It's so cool to meet you all!" He excitedly told them, grin still plastered on his face. "This is gonna be the best summer EVER, isn't it?"

David didn't get a verbal response from anyone; Misha tilted her head confusedly at him, John just smirked, and Vivi scowled and looked away.

"Woah. Tough crowd!" David said, before walking and standing next to Misha.

"Hello." She said in her flat tone.

"Heya! I'm David! Nice to meet you!" He held his hand out for a shake.

Misha stared at his extended hand, before turning to fully face David. "Please do not take this the wrong way, but I do not touch people's hands. You can never know what kinds of spy devices they have implanted. Such as the time the CIA tried to assassinate Fidel Castro with an extremely thin glove laced with Cyanide." She then gave him a light smile. "However, I would be willing to shake your hand if you managed to find a pair of gloves." Misha then shook her head, as if jogging her memory. "Not the surgical kind though. Those are not thick enough."

David faltered, the smile on his face dropping. "Um, what?"

"Enough of the chit-chat!" Chris said impatiently. "We still have a lot of campers to get to! And speaking of campers-"

"Oh my gosh!" A feminine voice suddenly interrupted as she bounded down the gangplank. Her black hair, tied in an intricate braid, flopped back and forth with every step. Her light brown eyes excitedly scanned everything around her, glinting with joy. Her dark-tanned skin was in contrast to the baby pink shirt she wore. The shirt may have been a little too big, for it hung slightly over her left shoulder. And it's no surprise that the shirt hung slightly, for this girl was very small; she couldn't be more than 5 feet tall or weigh over a hundred pounds. A pair of black leggings and white running shoes completed this new girl's look.

"It's so cool to be here!" The girl exclaimed, before spotting Chris and darting over to him. "Wow! Hi Chris!" She then unexpectedly wrapped the host in a hug.

"Heya, Neda!" Chris said, surprised at the sudden action. "Could you let go of me?"

Neda suddenly looked bashful and let the host go. "Sorry! I'm just so so excited to be here!"

"I appreciate the energy, but try not to interrupt me again! And don't interrupt when I introduce you, either!" Brushing himself off, Chris' smile returned. "This is Neda Atashnak, everyone!"

Neda beamed at the gathered contestants. "Hey everyone! It's so cool to be here with you all!"

Misha gave a little wave, John flicked his left hand in a gesture of greeting, and Vivi, again, didn't respond, merely scoffing. David was the only one to speak back to her. "Right back at you!" David said in return. Neda bounded over to the much taller boy, who stuck his fist back out. "I'm David! Killer to meet you, Neda!"

For just a fraction of a second, Neda looked apprehensive to return the gesture. But the look vanished as fast as it appeared, and she returned the fist bump. "It's so cool to meet you too, David!"

"And….." Chris began, interrupting the conversation, "It should be cool to meet our next contestant! Say hello to Daniel Holland!"

At an even 6 feet, with a head of slicked back blonde hair, fair skin, an average build, a pair of cold, steel gray eyes, a white, long-sleeved dress shirt, tan slacks, and black dress shoes, Daniel looked like he meant business; literally. He looked like he'd be more at home in a boardroom than on the dock of Camp Wawanakwa, but there he stood, a self-assured smile on his face.

"Hey, Chris. Great to be here." Daniel self, his voice oozing confidence. He gave the host a hearty handshake before turning to face the other arrived contestants. "Great to see you all, too."

Walking over to, and standing next to Vivi, he turned to speak to her, the same self-confident smile adorning his features. "Hey, I'm Daniel. Cool to meet you. I hope that we get to work together this-"

"Piss off. I don't wanna hear your sales pitch, pretty boy." Vivi spat at the taller boy, an irritated scowl on her face. That caused the self-assured smile on Daniel's face to instantly drop, getting replaced by a look of shock. The other contestants looked surprised at Vivi's sudden harsh remark as well; Neda and David shared shocked looks at each other, John raised an eyebrow in curiosity, and Misha stood stock still, curiously eyeing the two. As for Chris, he had a devilish smile on his face; he just knew this was gonna be some delicious drama!

"Well then…." the host said, looking to break the awkward air that settled over the six gathered campers. "Maybe we can break this rather obvious tension with our next camper! Meet Wind Aurillian!"

If Daniel had just stepped out of a boardroom, Wind looked like she just stepped out of a time machine directly from the Summer of Love. She had light skin, a thin frame, long, flowing, messy, dirty blonde hair that reached her mid-back, and eyes as green as a field of grass. One could see that various flowers were tied into different strands of her hair, as well. If that didn't give her hippy vibe away, the brown sandals, faded bell bottom jeans, and faded, yellow tank top with the Peace symbol certainly did.

"Wind!" Chris cheerfully said to the hippie girl. "It's groovy to have you here!" He smiled to himself, obviously pleased with his poor joke.

Wind just stared at him, a small smile adorning her features. "Ah. Hello, Mr. McLean," she spoke, her voice as light and airy as her namesake. "Thanks for having me today."

"Mr. McLean!" Chris said, very pleased with Wind's way of greeting him. "I haven't heard that from any of these no-good campers yet! You're alright, Wind!" He happily said to her.

"Thank you." She said simply, before turning and making her way towards the others. She suddenly stopped about halfway towards them, however.

"Wind?" Chris asked the girl. "Is something the matter?"

She had a look of uncomfortableness on her face. "The energy." She said seriously.

"The what?" Came the confused response from the host.

"The energy." Wind repeated, just as seriously as before. "The energy feels wrong here."

"Ah, I wouldn't worry about that," Daniel said. "Me and her," jerking his thumb at Vivi, "just had a little disagreement." He then flashed a rather charming smile at the hippy. "I'm Daniel. It's great to meet you, Wind."

Vivi could only roll her eyes at Daniel. Wind reached out to shake the businessman's hand, but suddenly stopped short. "Your aura is brown." She whispered. She suddenly withdrew her hand and quickly walked away from him. Daniel stared at his outstretched hand for a second, before shrugging at withdrawing back to his side.

"Alrighty, everyone!" Chris said, getting the campers back on track. "With this next camper, we'll be halfway through our introductions! So without further ado, here's our eighth camper! Say hey to Colby Martinez!"

"Look out!" A Hispanic-accented voice yelled as Colby suddenly appeared, and began rolling down the gangplank on a skateboard. However, his form on the board quickly showed that he had little clue of how to ride a skateboard, which became even more apparent as he, almost immediately after starting to go down the gangplank, lost control of the board, and by the time he reached halfway down, his board completely came out from under him and he fell hard onto the gangplank before his momentum rolled him down the gangplank and onto the dock.

Almost immediately, David rushed over to help the fallen boy. "Woah, dude! That looked like it hurt! Are you okay?" He asked concernedly.

Once he stood, a better look at him could be seen. He was easily the shortest male there so far, at 5'6. On top of that, his physique showed that he liked to eat, and didn't particularly like to exercise. He had a messy mop of black hair atop his head, a soul patch that rested on his chin, and a pair of hazel eyes that gleamed with a mischievous glint. His tanned skin naturally made sense with his Spanish accent. He wore camo cargo pants and a pair of timberland boots. And his shirt was bizarre: it was a large, black-and-white picture of Colby's face, covered in bright red ants.

Colby, even after embarrassing himself in front of all the others, widely smiled at David. "Oh yeah, I'm fine! I got dared by one of my friends to try to ride a skateboard down the gangplank and thought it'd be fun. Thanks for checking on me though, man!"

"Hey, you look familiar." John suddenly said aloud. "Have we met before somewhere?"

Colby grinned even wider. "We haven't met, I don't think. But you probably recognize me from my online videos! And you may know me by my nickname, Weenus!"

John snapped his fingers in recognition. "That's it. You're that guy who I saw jump into a patch of cactus in a thong."

"I saw you get stung in the face by all those fire ants!" Neda said, aghast.

"And I saw you get destroyed by that MMA fighter!" David said, laughing.

"Yup, that's all me! Weenus Martinez, Unprofessional Stuntman Extraordinaire!" Weenus said back to the gathered campers.

"Aww, man!" David exclaimed. "You're awesome! I love your stuff! That prank where you wandered around a Walmart dressed like a baby with a car seat strapped to your butt, asking for your mom was hilarious! I laughed for like a week straight!"

"Yo, thanks, man! That means a lot! I love making people laugh!" Weenus happily told David as the two clasped hands.

"Hey!" Chris suddenly shouted, obviously displeased at not being the center of focus. "Back to me, please!" After they stopped talking and turned to face him, Chris resumed. "Yes, you may know Colby here as Weenus. You can say he's one of the few celebrities on the island other than myself." Chris grinned. "And speaking of celebrities, our next camper also has an internet following! Meet our resident Streamer, Alessia Montalvo!"

The next girl coming down caught the attention of most of the males on the island thus far; her rather ample assets and thick body, in a simple pair of black yoga shorts and a black sports bra with pink lining, weren't hard to miss. Neither was her dyed, bright pink hair, or her bright pink eyes, obviously coming from contacts. Her outfit was rounded with a pair of pink and white running shoes. Her tanned skin, along with the name Alessia, gave away that she was of Italian ancestry.

"Alessia!" Chris greeted. "So nice to have you here!"

She smiled and giggled in response. "Thanks! It's super neat to be here!" She turned and looked at the gathered contestants. "Hey, guys! It's nice to meet you all!"

As she approached, Daniel held his hand out. "It's wonderful to meet you. I'm Daniel."

Alessia lightly laughed as she took his hand. "Alessia. It's wonderful to meet you too!"

Daniel responded by lifting her hand to his mouth and kissing it. Alessia giggled as he lowered their hands. "My, you're such a gentleman, Daniel!"

He smiled at the streamer. "It's only proper."

As Alessia stood next to Daniel, with no one else watching her, she rolled her eyes at Daniel's obvious ploy for her affection.

"Alright, here comes our next camper!" Chris announced, getting the campers' attention. "Say hello to Marcellas Beckham, everyone!"

"Oh, my God!" A male voice could be heard as Marcellas ran down the gangplank. Just looking at Marcellas, you could tell he was quite fashionable; he had a very nice gray silk shirt that reached his elbows, a pair of light blue skinny jeans, and nice black loafers. His brown eyes glinted with excitement, and his dark skin had the kind of shine that a barrel of moisturizers brought. His bald head almost seemed to reflect sunlight and his fingernails had all different colors of the rainbow on them. Despite being 5'9, Marcellas was still rather thin.

Marcellas, like Neda before him, dropped both his rather large suitcases and happily embraced the host. "It's so awesome to finally meet you, Chris! I've been loving you since the start of Total Drama! You really know how to bring it!" After looking at his clothes, Marcellas continued, "And your outfit looks even better in person!"

Chris grinned widely. "Thanks, Marcellas! I'm glad to always bring Drama. And yeah, my outfit IS pretty good, isn't it? But, it's nice to hear it from other people, too!" Chris eyed Marcellas' rather nice outfit. "Especially from someone who knows a thing or two about fashion, by the looks of things." Chris then gestured towards the others. "Go say hello to the other campers, I'm sure they wanna meet you too!"

"You don't have to tell me twice!" Marcellas happily said as he made his way over to the others. Placing his bags next to John, Marcellas turned and faced the artist. "Hey there! I'm Marcellas! It's really nice to meet you!"

John nodded his head in greeting. "Hey, I'm John."

"So nice to meet you, John!" Marcellas eyed him up and down for a moment. "I have to say, you're super handsome! I hope we get to be bunkmates!"

John, not expecting the sudden comment, was taken aback. "Um, thanks?"

"I love your look too!" Marcellas continued, obviously not done with the conversation. "I obviously don't do the whole alternative thing, as you can see," as he gestured to his clothes, "But you really manage to pull it off! And not a lot of people can, either! Trust me. You can see some absolute disasters wandering around Los Angeles."

"Los Angeles?" Alessia suddenly asked. "Are you from California?"

"You bet! LA born and bred!" Marcellas responded.

"That's so cool!" Alessia said. "I'm from Napa!"

"Oh, I LOVE Napa!" Marcellas gushed. "I love going out there to get away from the bustle of the city!"

"Ahem!" Chris interrupted. "You'll have plenty of time to talk about California once we're done with introducing your fellow campers! And here's our next one, Brooke Baker!"

As Brooke stepped off the boat, the first thing that was apparent was her height; she was easily the tallest person on the island so far, standing at an impressive 6 '5. Along with her pale skin, she definitely had the build of an athlete too; her sport of choice was more than likely basketball if her baby blue Larry Bird Indiana State jersey and long arms said anything. A pair of black jeans and red and white Chuck Taylors completed the girl's look. On top of her head sat very curly orange hair that reached Brooke's shoulders, and her green eyes surveyed her surroundings.

"Hey, Brooke!" The host greeted. "You excited to be here?"

"I'm more excited to win," Brooke smirked as she made her way toward the ever-increasing group of campers.

"Well," Chris said to the camera, "She seems pretty motivated to win this! And maybe our next camper will be just as motivated! Say hello to Samuray Martero everyone!"

As Samuray stepped off the boat, he immediately became the strangest-looking camper on the island; mostly because of the fact that adorning his face was a bright red Pro Wrestling Mask. A Golden Cross adorned the mask, going across the top of his forehead and going down to just above his visible nose. His exposed nose was bent slightly, indicating it had been broken many times. On the sides of the mask were white flames. Also exposed were his mouth, auburn eyes, and ears, which revealed his tan skin. Finishing the Luchadores' look is a tight black muscle shirt, a pair of regular blue jeans, and a bright red pair of wrestling boots. Despite obviously having the look and build of a wrestler, he was rather small, only coming to 5'6.

"Welcome to the island, Samuray!" Chris greeted, holding a hand out for the wrestler. "I guess you were serious about not taking the mask off, huh?"

Samuray gripped the host's hand, making him grimace at the strength of his grip. "Holà, Seńor McLean. Sí, Luchadores do not ever take their masks off in public. It's part of our tradition. Oh, and call me Sammy."

Having released his grip, Chris nurtured his aching hand. "That's cool, Sammy. Go see the other campers while I make sure my hand isn't broken."

As Sammy approached, he noticed Brooke's jersey. "Larry Bird, huh?"

Brooke excitedly nodded. "Yeah! I'm from Indiana like him so he's kinda my hero." She then looked over to Sammy. "I'm Brooke, by the way. Are you into Basketball too?"

Sammy approached and stood next to the much taller girl, a smile on his face. "Yeah, Brooke. I'm from San Antonio so I'm more of a Spurs guy. I've got a Tim Duncan jersey and a David Robinson jersey myself."

Brooke's eyes lit up. "The Admiral! That's awesome! I'm obviously more of a Bird girl, but I gotta respect The Admiral." Brooke looked inquisitively at him. "Do you play at all?"

"On occasion," Sammy replied. "When I'm not practicing wrestling, Basketball is another sport I like to play."

Brooke's eyes narrowed in excitement, a competitive fire gleaming in them. "We gotta play then. Maybe get a few more people and make it a 3-on-3 or something!"

Sammy held his hand out and grinned excitedly. "You're on, Brooke."

Brooke took it and the pair shook hands, sealing their deal. "And you're on, Sammy. May the best baller win."

"Alright!" Chris suddenly said. "My hand isn't broken, so we can keep on bringing out our campers, and with only four to go, it's getting more and more interesting around here. So, let's meet one of our surprise International campers! She's coming from Busan in South Korea, give a greeting to Iseul Ji-Yoon!"

At her name, Iseul stepped down the gangplank. Her hair was dyed dark red, the same color as her contact-lensed eyes, which contrasted with her fair skin. Her hair was styled in a pixie cut, but she also had two long, thin ponytails coming down to her mid-back. She was one of the shorter people on the island at 5'2, and her thin build suggested she wasn't much of an athlete. Iseul's light gray shirt had a dark red sword pointed upwards, covered in black blood. The words NYTE BLADE were atop the shirt in dark red, pointed lettering, black blood dripping off of the letters too. Below the sword was Korean lettering. She also had black jeans and black shoes.

"Thanks for being here, Iseul!" Chris welcomed. "We're very excited to have you here!"

"Call me Ji." She said in response.

"Alrighty, Ji!" Chris corrected. "Are you ready to take on Total Drama?"

"Born ready," Ji said back.

"Well, not much for words. Maybe you're more of a woman of action!" The host said. "Go stand with the others!"

As she stood next to John, he raised an eyebrow. "Nyte Blade?" He asked. "Is that your band or something?"

Ji shook her head. "No. It's my combat robot."

John looked bewildered. "Your….what?"

"Combat robot." She said again. "I'm the main builder and driver for my robot, Nyte Blade."

"That's so cool!" Weenus suddenly said. "I've seen that show Battlebots a few times, is it like that?"

Ji nodded. "Yes. We've actually competed on Battlebots already. We made it to the Final Four in our first season." Ji smiled at the memory. "Also voted Most Destructive and Best Rookie. We were invited to compete after winning the South Korean Robot Combat Championship 3 years in a row."

"That's sick!" Weenus said. "You're gonna have to show me clips of your robot sometime!"

"That can be arranged," Ji responded.

"Only three left!" Chris suddenly said. "And how about our next International Camper? From Athens, Greece, it's Apollo Dimopolous!"

All talk on the dock halted as Apollo stepped off the boat. Neda blushed, Alessia began to fan herself, Wind's eyes widened, Ji pursed her lips, Brooke covered her mouth, Marcellas swooned, and even Vivi looked intrigued as the literal Greek God stepped before them.

6'2. Olive skin. A strong, chiseled jawline. Perfectly maintained black hair. Dark green eyes. A charming smile, showing pearly white teeth. A tight, white tank top showcasing a pair of arms with a healthy amount of muscle. A pair of light gray basketball shorts, highlighting his perfect calves. And a pair of brown flip-flops to tie the Greek God's attire together.

"Apollo, man!" Chris said happily. "I'm glad we could get you away from your whirlwind modeling schedule to get you here for a while!"

"Yeah, man," Apollo said, his voice smooth as butter, "I'm glad too. I've always wanted to do something like this. Should be a lot of fun."

"Well, go introduce yourself to your fellow campers!" Chris exclaimed. "I'm sure they want to introduce themselves!"

With the dock quickly filling with campers, Apollo stood next to Misha. "Hey there." He said to the smaller girl.

Misha turned and, rather than saying anything, just stared directly at Apollo, an intense look in her eyes.

"Is everything okay?" Apollo asked the girl, to which she again did not respond, and simply continued staring.

After an uncomfortable amount of time being stared at, Misha suddenly stopped and turned to face the boat again, not acknowledging the Greek at all, soundless mouthing out words. Though he couldn't hear her particularly well, the words 'Perfect' and 'Robot' managed to make him extremely confused.

"This is it, everyone!" Chris excitedly said. "This is our penultimate camper! Come on down, Liana Archambeau!"

Unlike Ji before her, Liana was quite tall at 5'11 and had a build that suggested that she was rather active. Her chestnut brown eyes looked curiously around as she swept some of her shiny black hair behind her shoulder. At a second glance, her hair could be seen to have bright streaks of bleached blonde throughout, which stood out against her coppery skin. Resting on top of her hair was a gray beanie. Also gray is her baggy shirt, with a green, open jacket on top. Finishing her look, she had a pair of dark blue jeans and black ankle boots.

"Liana, so good to have you here!" Chris told the new girl.

"Thanks, Chris." Looking over the assembled cast, she then said, "Seems like we're getting pretty full here."

"You're the second to last, Liana!" Chris said. "So head over and meet your fellow campers!"

Nodding, she made her way to the mass of campers. "Hey, I'm Liana," she said to the gathered campers, giving a small wave. "Really cool to meet you all."

"Cool to meet you too!" David said, motioning her to stand next to Neda and himself. Liana smiled and made her way over.

"Is that some Irish in your accent I hear?" Liana asked David, which made his grin even bigger.

"You bet! I'm Newfie through and through, born and bred." He said proudly.

Neda giggled at David's antics before turning to the taller girl. "What about you, Liana? I hear a little bit of an accent there, too."

Liana smiled. "Good catch. I was actually born in France, but my mom is American, so I'm a dual citizen. I spent a lot of my childhood there, so I still have a little bit of an accent. I still go back there for the summers too."

"Wow!" Neda gaped. "That's so cool! I spent my childhood in another country too!"

Now David turned to Neda. "Really? Where are you from?" He asked inquisitively.

She broadly smiled. "I'm from Iran! I spent my first 10 years in Tehran."

"Wow!" Liana said. "That's pretty neat."

"Totally!" David echoed his agreement. "You'll have to tell us about that sometime."

Neda happily nodded her head. "For sure! I love talking about my homeland."

"Alright, everyone!" Chris excitedly said. "It's the moment we've all been waiting for. Our very last camper! So, let's meet Godfrey Ngakoue!"

The last camper had a smug grin as he made his way down the gangplank. He had very dark skin, and his dark brown eyes, goatee, and black hair, styled into a very nice small afro all added to his look. His smile flashed a mouth of pearly white teeth. Godfrey readjusted his open denim jacket, which sat on top of a pink dress shirt. He also wore a pair of jeans and a pair of thick brown work boots. At 6 feet even, and with a build that had a fair amount of muscle, he was right in the mix with his taller contemporaries on the island. He grabbed Chris' outstretched hand and heartily shook it.

"You're the last one, Godfrey!" Chris excitedly stated. "Are you ready to get into it?"

"Oh, you know it, man," Godfrey said, his voice having a thick African accent. "I'm ready to play the hell outta this game."

"We love to hear that, Godfrey!" Chris devilishly smirked. "I'm sure the others are, too! So go meet all your fellow campers!"

Godfrey made his way over to the campers, setting his luggage next to Apollo. "Hey man, good to meet you," Godfrey said, hand outstretched.

Apollo took it and the two shook. "You too, man. I'm Apollo."

Godfrey smirked. "You ready to lose to me, Apollo?"

Apollo laughed. "Should be the other way around, man!"

The pair laughed, Apollo patting Godfrey on the shoulder. The sudden sound of the ship's horn blaring interrupted all conversation as it retracted the gangplank, and turned away, leaving the island.

"Alright, everyone!" Chris said to the 16 gathered teens. "You're all here, the boat has gone, so let's get this show on the road!" Chris then lifted his arms and gestured around him. "Welcome to Camp Wawanakwa! For the next 37 days, you'll all live here on Wawanakwa. Now, everyone look around at your fellow campers."

Everyone did as they said, glancing around at each other.

Chris continued, "The people around you will be your allies, your enemies, and your competition. You may find your next best friend, or your next worst enemy. The only thing we do know for sure is that at the end of the game, only one of you can win, and only one of you can win this!" With that, he revealed the briefcase with the prize money inside. "One million dollars in cash!"

Chris then procured a digital camera. "Now before we get moving around the island, let's get a group picture! Everyone group up and pose!"

In the back row, John was at the far left, a small grin on his face. Marcellas stood next to John, a large grin adorning his features, both hands waving at the camera. Next to Marcellas stood Apollo, flexing one of his arms. David was next to Apollo, right in the middle of the back row, a huge smile on his face, David's right arm over Apollo's neck, holding a thumbs up. On David's other side was Godfrey, a smug smirk still adorning his features, David's left arm over his shoulder, also with a thumbs up. Liana was next to Godfrey, smiling, a peace sign on her right hand. Next to her was Daniel, a neutral look on his face, hands behind his back. Brooke ended the back row, her arms raised, pretending to shoot a basketball. Away from the main group in the back was Vivi, leaning against one of the dock posts, not looking at the camera.

In the middle row, Wind knelt in front of Marcellas, also flashing twin peace signs at the camera. Next to her was Alessia, in front of Apollo, bending over, making her cleavage quite visible, blowing a kiss to the camera. Next to her was Weenus, kneeling in front of David, sticking his tongue out. Samuray was next to Weenus, in front of Godfrey, on one knee, pointing at the camera, a serious look on his masked face.

In the front row were the three smallest competitors. Ji was sitting down in front of Alessia, trying to avoid her cleavage from hitting her in the head, an annoyed look on her face. Next to her was Neda, who sat down fully, in front of Weenus, a huge smile on her face, waving at the camera. And next to Neda sat Misha, in front of Samuray, staring blankly at the camera.

"Say Total Drama!" Chris said excitedly.

"TOTAL DRAMA!"

CLICK!

"That turned out great!" Chris exclaimed after looking at the picture. "I'll make sure everyone here gets a copy after the season. Now everyone, follow me! We're gonna show you your cabins and around the island, and then get your teams!"

As Chris left the dock, the 16 competitors followed onto the mainland of the island. As they walked, Chris motioned to an old outhouse. "Over there is the outhouse confessional! There is where you spill your guts about, well, anything really! And it's open and on 24/7, so you'll never go without having it!"

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Confessional: Daniel

Daniel stared confidently at the camera. "You're looking at the winner of this season. So many of these dopes to manipulate, so little time." He smirked then, chuckling lightly. "They won't know what hit 'em."

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Confessional: Neda

Neda sat in the outhouse, a look of wonder on her face. "Wow, I can't believe it." She murmured. "I'm really here. The outhouse confessional." She then looked directly at the camera. "I've seen so many things like these across different shows; Total Drama has the outhouse confessional, Big Brother has the Diary Room, and Survivor has the direct camera interviews." She then smiled confidently. "And after seeing so many seasons of so many of these kinds of shows, I've got my strategy down pat and I'm ready to win this whole game!"

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Confessional: Marcellas

He looked around the Outhouse, a look of disgust on his face. "As much as I love this show, I wish the confessional was a little classier." He then turned to the camera. "Anyway, you heard me, I LOVE this show. But you know what I love more?" Marcellas grinned at the camera. "Drama! And you beautiful viewers can rest easy because while I'm here, I'm going to do my absolute best to do nothing but cause the messiest, most dramatic drama I can. I AM a messy bitch, after all."

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The group then walked away from the Outhouse, making their way towards the mess hall. "Here's the mess hall!" Chris told them. "Here is just one of the many places you can hang out and socialize while you stay here on Wawanakwa. And here is also where you get your grub from good ol' Chef Hatchet!" Chris then put both of his hands around his mouth in a circle.

"CHEF!" Chris yelled. "GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE AND MEET THE CAMPERS!" After a few moments, the man in question made his appearance, looking quite annoyed.

"Dang it McLean!" Chef said. "I'm trying to get the food ready! I don't need these interruptions!"

"Chef!" Chris said, snapping back. "Why not take a few seconds to meet the campers you'll be cooking for!?" After looking over the gathered crew for a moment, where some waved, but most just stared at the large man, Chef grunted before turning around and heading back inside.

"Don't worry about him. He's just….temperamental." Chris said, laughing to himself as they then made their way toward the cabins.

On their way, Chris gestured to a building a bit off from the cabins. "Those are the bathrooms. That's where you can do your business, and clean up with a shower." Chris then gestured towards a path leading downwards towards an area they can't see.

"And over there is the path towards the campfire pit. Another place you can hang out!" Chris then grinned evilly. "But more importantly, that's where we're going to have our elimination ceremonies. Trust me, it's a place you don't wanna be!"

The group then finally arrived at the cabins. "And here are your quarters!" Chris said. "Multiple bunk beds per room, each room has its own bathroom too. There's a boys' and girls' cabin, so no hanky panky!" The host said. "But, you can hang out in each cabin, as long as it's not before 9 o'clock, and there's someone else in the room."

"Now, before you get into your cabins, we need to figure out who goes where!" Chris then procured two glass jars with eight slips of paper in them each. "Here's how we will determine our teams! Four guys and four girls per team, and two teams of eight!" Chris reached into the first jar and took our four slips. "Our first team starts with…."

"John!"

"Marcellas!"

"Sammy!"

"Daniel!"

The four made their way over towards the leftwards cabin, where Chris was gesturing to, and stood, eyeing each other up.

"This means that Godfrey, Weenus, David, and Apollo, you guys are in the right cabin!"

"Wooo! Let's go, team!" David said excitedly as he and Weenus jogged towards their cabin, Godfrey and Apollo following behind. David held his hand out, and Weenus slapped it happily.

"Now," Chris began, gesturing to the cabin on the right. "Let's find out the rest of your team!" Chris stuck his hand into the second jar and pulled four slips out. "Alright, your teammates will be….."

"Misha!"

"Ji!"

"Neda!"

"Brooke!"

The four girls made their way to join their male teammates. David and Weenus waved at them.

"Welcome to the team, ladies!" Weenus said happily.

"Thanks for having us!" Brooke responded, before turning towards her new cabinmates.

"Alright, this means we have our last four teammates!" Chris then gestured towards the leftward cabin again. "Your other four teammates are….."

"Alessia!"

"Liana!"

"Vivi!"

"Wind!"

The four girls made their way toward their teammates. Daniel waved at them, a confident smile on his face; Alessia giggled and waved back, Liana nodded at him, and Wind and Vivi didn't respond, Vivi getting a sour face as she stood next to John.

"There we go, everyone!" Chris said excitedly. "We have our teams! And now we only have one more thing to do!" Chris then retrieved two curled-up flags. "Your names!"

Chris tossed the first flag at John, who caught and unfurled it. It was white, and showed a blue bird on it, holding its' wing to its' mouth in a yawn. "Your team is the Apathetic Albatrosses!"

John smirked. "Feels appropriate."

Chris then tossed the other flag to Neda, who panicked and almost fumbled it, but regained and caught the flag before unfurling it. It was a green flag, with a black crocodile standing on one leg, doing a yoga pose, its hands together and eyes closed in a look of zen. "You guys are the Calm Crocodiles!"

Neda laughed. "So cool! Our team is complete!"

Chris clapped his hands together. "Alright, everyone! That's about it! Feel free to take your stuff into your bunk, get situated, and meet your teammates! We aren't going to have a challenge for a few days, so feel free to get to know each other!" Chris then gestured towards the Mess Hall again.

"We're gonna have dinner ready for you later, and you can all eat down at the campfire and bond for your first night!" With that, Chris waved at the two teams. "See you all later!" With that, the host walked away, and the campers went into their respective cabins.

Calm Crocodiles Girl's Cabin

"Alright!" Neda chirped as she made her way into her new cabin. "Might as well get our bed situation settled now!" She turned to the other three girls as they filtered into the cabin. "I'm okay with really anything."

Misha looked around the cabin. It was rather nice, if a little spartan; a rather worn-looking rug in the center of the room, four bunk beds in each corner of the room, an old-looking heater, a wall hanging of the Crocodile Flag, and the door to the bathroom was just ahead. It is not bad, Misha thought to herself. It reminds me of the bunker. "I also do not care what our sleeping arrangements happen to be." She said.

Brooke took the initiative and opted to throw her bag on the front left corner bunk. "If there's four bunks and four of us, might as well take a bed apiece." Brooke flopped down on the bed, legs hanging over the side, letting her frizzy orange hair cover her face.

Ji shrugged. "Suits me." She took the bed opposite Brooke and sat down.

Neda looked at Misha. "Is there a bed you want in particular?"

Misha looked at the back two beds before moving over to the back left one. "I shall take this one. It is the farthest from the door, and thus is most likely to survive in case of a nuclear strike." Misha then climbed the ladder and sat on the top bunk.

"Um, okay," Neda responded, confusion lacing her voice. After taking her bunk, she then smiled and spoke up. "Hey, everyone! Let's get to know each other a little more!"

"What do you have in mind?" Brooke asked.

"Let's take it slow! Let's introduce ourselves and share a little fun fact!" Neda said.

Misha shrugged. "I find this acceptable."

"Okay," Ji said.

"Sure, let's do it," Brooke responded, which made Neda grin.

"Awesome! I'll start!" Neda said. "So, I'm Neda Atashnak. I'm 17, and I live in Toronto, but I immigrated to Canada when I was 11 from Iran. I have two older sisters and I can speak fluent Persian!"

"I am Misha Greene." Misha slowly said. "My age does not matter." The other girls shared confused glances at that. "I do not wish to give away my home location, in case this room is bugged. I will have to check later to be sure. I plan on using the winnings of this game to buy an old Cold War fallout bunker in Nunavut, particularly in the Arctic Circle." The other girls looked at Misha to continue, but she didn't seem very interested in sharing anymore, instead opting to climb down the ladder and go into the bathroom.

"Alright, well, I'm Brooke Baker." Brooke started. "I'm from Crawfordsville, Indiana. It's a town of only about 15,000, and I'm a Basketball player. I-" Brooke suddenly stopped talking and stared at Ji. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?"

"Yeah," Ji said simply. "I don't care for Basketball, or sports in general."

"Oh yeah?" Brooke asked, annoyance immediately clear in her voice. "Well, what do you do that's so much better than Basketball?"

Ji smugly smiled. "I design, build and operate combat robots." She pointed at her shirt. "This is my flagship robot, Nyte Blade. I designed its schematics myself, and drove it to 3 straight Korean Robot Combatics National Titles and the Battlebots Final Four."

"Oh yeah?" Brooke responded, not impressed. "You drive an overblown RC Car and that's supposed to impress me?" Brooke then scoffed. "I've won 3 Indiana State Basketball titles and I got my team to the finals of the National Championships! That requires actual skill!"

Ji's nostrils flared. "Are you trying to say that designing a robot from scratch and winning three straight National Titles is somehow less impressive than putting a ball into a hoop?" She angrily asked.

"Ji, Brooke, let's not-" Neda tried to say, but Brooke cut her off.

"That's exactly what I'm saying!" Brooke said. "I've played basketball in front of 10,000 people in Miami, where an actual NBA team plays! And what, you played with robots in front of 40 nerds in a warehouse?" Brooke sneered.

"How dare you!" Ji raged. "Battlebots is on National Television!"

"Stop!" Neda shouted, standing to get between the two. "We JUST met! We shouldn't be fighting already! Let's….just go and get some fresh air or something!"

"Whatever," Ji said. "She's a fool." She muttered before standing and storming out, slamming the door.

"What a bitch." Brooke angrily said, before standing up too. "I'm going out too." Brooke threw the door open and stormed out, slamming the door as well.

Neda stood still, shocked that the entire confrontation had even happened.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Misha, a content smile on her face, seemingly unaware any argument took place. "I am happy to confirm that there are no hidden microphones in the bathroom."

Neda sat down on her bed, dejected, and sighed. "That's great, Misha."

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Confessional: Neda

Neda looked dejectedly at the camera. "It hasn't been 10 minutes and my team is already fighting." Neda then lit up happily. "And I love it! If Ji and Brooke are gonna argue with each other, then that means they won't be going after me. And the longer they don't go after me, the longer I get to implement my own strategy. I just gotta keep up the little, ditzy girl charade."

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Confessional: Misha

"I do feel bad for Neda." She stated solemnly. "She tried to bring together our team, but instead caused Brooke and Ji to argue." Misha then rubbed her chin. "However, Ji and Brooke are two rather dominant personalities. I personally believe that would have happened anyway, and Neda should not be at fault."

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Confessional: Brooke

"Ji is going down. She isn't going to insult my passion and get away with it." Brooke angrily said.

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Confessional: Ji

Ji had a pacified smile on her face. "Phase one is complete."

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Calm Crocodile Men's Cabin

"This is sick!" Weenus said as he jumped onto the front left bed. "Look at us!"

"Heck yeah, man!" David said back, grabbing the bed opposite Weenus. "I can't believe we're actually here!"

"Yeah, boys," Godfrey said as he grabbed the back right bed and threw his luggage down. "This is pretty cool."

Apollo shrugged and grabbed the last open bed.

David then stood excitedly. "I'm so glad I'm bunking with you guys! You all seem really cool!"

Apollo nodded. "Yeah, I like all of you guys. I think this team is pretty solid."

Godfrey stood and stretched. "So, what's all our stories? I'll start. I'm from Baltimore. My family comes from Rwanda, but they left in '94 when the Genocide started. My dad is a diplomat so he was able to get out in time."

"Wow, that's heavy man," Weenus said.

"Yeah. But luckily, my family made it. But the horror stories I've been told….." Godfrey trailed off before shivering. "But hey, I really don't wanna bum you out. What's up with you, Weenus?"

Weenus smiled. "Thanks for asking! Well, I do dumb stuff online for fun. The money's a nice bonus though!" The other guys chuckled at that. "I was dared to apply for Total Drama. I've never done, or even seen anything like this show. But heck, I thought it'd be a fun thing to do."

Apollo raised an eyebrow. "You do things like signing up for a reality show if you're dared?" He asked, surprised.

"Sure!" Weenus said. "I only have one life to live. I like making people laugh, I like entertaining, and I like doing new things! I'm not gonna let dumb crap like school or what society thinks is normal dictate what I do. I'm a high school dropout with a sick apartment, a nice bank account, and I do what I love. I think it worked out for me."

The other guys laughed. "Too true, man!" Apollo said. "I get to travel around the world and model for a living. I hang out on beaches with supermodels all day and I'm stinking rich, to tell you guys a secret." Apollo grinned. "I'm just doing this for fun, like you, Weenus. I thought it'd be fun to get away and do something new."

Weenus grinned and high-fived Apollo, who sported a grin of his own. "Too true man! Look at us. We couldn't be any more different but still here for the same reasons."

Godfrey smirked. "I feel you both. Although, I can't lie, that money is gonna be solid. I'm going to College in England, Oxford to be precise, in the Fall, and a Mil would be a nice windfall. But really, I just wanna say I won." He wickedly smiled. "I like winning."

"Dang, I'm feeling a little underwhelming here." David laughed. "Weenus is a dropout who makes bank on the internet, Apollo is a model who makes bank and hangs with models, and Godfrey is going to College in England soon. And I'm just gonna be going to Culinary School here in Canada!"

"Nah, man," Godfrey encouraged. "That's cool. Don't feel like what you want is lesser compared to us, or anyone. So, you wanna be a chef?"

"It's the only thing I've ever wanted to do," David told the group. "Ever since I was little, I've wanted to cook."

"That's not underwhelming!" Weenus spoke up. "Follow your dreams, David! Do what makes you happy!"

"Yeah, man." Apollo agreed. "Nothing about that is underwhelming."

"Thanks, guys!" David said, a huge grin on his face. "Money is pretty tight for me, so I gotta say that Mil will be a real help."

"When I win, maybe I'll give you a cut," Godfrey said jokingly.

The other guys laughed once again.

"I appreciate it, Godfrey," David said, still chuckling.

"Dude, you know you're gonna have to cook up something for us now, right?" Weenus asked.

"Well duh!" David laughed. "If I can ever get into the kitchen without Chef killing me, I'd be so down!"

"Who knows, bro," Apollo said, "Maybe Chef will be glad to hand the reins over to someone else. You could become the new Total Drama chef!" He said with a laugh.

Godfrey snorted. "I somehow doubt that, man."

Apollo shrugged. "Eh, worth a shot, I guess."

Another round of chuckling broke out before the four guys settled into a comfortable silence and began to unpack. However, a few minutes later, one of them spoke up.

"Hey, guys," Godfrey said.

"What's up? David asked him.

"Godfrey looked at the three guys around him. "This is a solid four, right?"

"Hell yeah," Weenus agreed. "I dig all you guys."

David agreed. "Yeah, Godfrey. I think we get along great."

Godfrey grew a huge smirk. "I think it's alliance time."

"Woah," Apollo breathed. "Already?"

"Of course," Godfrey replied. "The sooner, the better, man. If we form up now, we can get control of the votes sooner. And the sooner we control the votes, that means we can pick off the girls and keep each other around. And if we control the votes, that means we can last deeper into the game." Godfrey looked at the three surrounding him. "I really like all three of you guys. If I can't win, I wanna see one of you guys get it."

"So," he smirked once again, standing up and placing his hand, palm down, in front of him. "Who's in?"

David was the first to stand, and without hesitation, put his hand in. "Let's run it, Godfrey."

Weenus stood and placed his hand next. "I can't think of a better crew to do it with, boys."

Apollo stood last and placed his hand on top of the others. "Brothers to the end."

The four nodded, their new alliance born.

"What should we call ourselves?" David asked his new alliance mates. "An alliance needs a sick name."

After a few moments of pondering, Apollo spoke. "The Agency."

"Oh, that's good," David said, as Weenus nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, that's good. We can make it sound like we're talking about something else, too, when we mention the Agency." Godfrey thought aloud, before clapping his hands together satisfied. "Hell yeah. Let's do it." Godfrey then flashed a charming grin and then stuck his thumb upwards, and his index finger out, making a gun. He then brought his hand to his chin, placing his chin in the crook between his thumb and finger.

"The Agency is here."

"Dude!" Weenus exclaimed. "That's so sick!" He then copied Godfrey's movement, putting his hand up to his chin in the same manner. "We have a handsign too! Best alliance ever!"

The other two grinned and copied Weenus and Godfrey.

"The Agency is open for business!" David said.

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Confessional: Weenus

"Man," Weenus said excitedly. "Already in an alliance! Might as well pack up the show now, 'cause The Agency is here to stay!" He then smirked and made the Agency's hand signal.

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Confessional: Apollo

"That Godfrey sure is slick," Apollo said. "He's definitely not here to mess around. Already got an alliance! I think if I stick with him, it's gonna be smooth sailing to the end with my boys." Apollo, also, made the Agency's hand sign.

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Confessional: David

"An alliance already! Wow!" David said excitedly. "And with four guys I already trust. This game is gonna be as good as ours. Even if one person can win at the end of the day, I have a feeling if I stick with my bros in the Agency, I'll get right where I need to be." David finished his statement with the Agency's hand signal.

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Confessional: Godfrey

"Yeah, The Agency is my first alliance. I like all of those guys, to be fair," Godfrey started, "but at the end of the day, all three of them are just in the way of me winning this game." Godfrey slyly smiled. "I'll do anything to win this game, man. I'm ready to get blood on my hands." He lifted one of his hands up, showing it to the camera. "Backstabs, frontstabs, sidestabs, whatever kind of stabs you can ask for. Nothing off the table. This hand is gonna resemble Freddy Kruger's glove by the time we're done on this island." Godfrey lowered his hand and chuckled. "You either win or lose. No other options. I intend to win."

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Apathetic Albatrosses Girl's Cabin

Vivi strode in and immediately tossed her luggage on the back left bunk, and her guitar case on the top bunk, before sitting down on the bed. Following her were Liana, Wind and Alessia, who all grabbed their bunks. After a few moments to get their things organized, Liana spoke.

"So, what's up?" She asked aloud to no one in particular. "How are we feeling?"

Wind spoke first. "Quite well," She said airily. "I feel like I will not have many problems with this team."

Alessia agreed, nodding her head. "Yeah, not only do I like you three, but I think the guys' side is pretty good too." She grew a sly smile. "Maybe not as handsome as the other team, but they seem okay anyway."

"God, tell me about it," Liana said, as she removed a framed picture of a blonde woman from her suitcase and set it on her nightstand. "No offense to the guys on our team, but between David, Apollo, and Godfrey….." She trailed off, laughing.

Alessia also laughed. "What, is Pro Wrestler Mask Guy not enough for you, Liana?" She teasingly asked.

"Or the businessman?" Wind asked, an impish smile on her face, causing the other two girls to roll their eyes.

"Ugh, he's such a slimeball." Alessia groaned, rolling her eyes. "Kissing my hand when we first met! What a tryhard."

"Yeah, that dude seems like he thinks he's much better than the rest of us," Liana muttered.

"His energy was brown, one of the worst colors possible." Wind echoed.

"Yeah, he's a prick." Vivi suddenly said, surprising the other girls.

"Oh wow!" Alessia said, mock surprise in her voice. "She can talk!"

"Oh, shove it," Vivi said irritably. "Just because I don't like that clown doesn't mean I like the rest of you."

"You shove it!" Liana shot right back, annoyance clear on her face. Vivi's eyes widened in surprise at the sharp retort. "We get it, you're moody and think you're so cool because you wear black and have eye contacts and wear leather, but we're not impressed!"

Liana continued, crossing her arms, obviously agitated. "We're a team! You need to lose the I'm so cool, too cool for this attitude, or else you're gonna be out of here, and it won't be hard to get the guys on our side either! And we'd rather not be down to the guys 3 to 4 because you have a crappy attitude, Vivi! So either get over yourself, or we'll get you out of the game!"

The cabin was silent, shocked at Liana's sudden emotional outburst at Vivi. Alessia and Wind stared at the other two girls, waiting for an eruption from the rocker.

However, to all three's surprise, Vivi just smirked. "Well, you've got more of a spine than I thought." Vivi stood and patted Liana on the shoulder. "You're alright."

Liana smiled right back at the smaller girl. "Sometimes you just gotta show people that they can't push you around." Vivi barked a laugh as she sat back down on her bed.

Wind and Alessia traded glances, and both released a breath that neither knew they held.

"Well," Vivi spoke again, "I'll make no promises, I am who I am, but I'll try to make a little more of an effort to be a," making finger quotes, "team player."

"Well, that's good." Wind said happily.

"Yeah," Alessia agreed. "It's gonna be better if we can at least work together like an actual team."

The other girls nodded in agreement, and they settled into a comfortable silence. After a little while, the girls were contentedly doing their own things; Vivi hummed a tune on her bed, Alessia was in the restroom, and Liana continued putting her clothes away when Wind spoke again. "Liana?"

"Hmm?" She hummed in response, as she continued putting her things away, not turning to the hippy.

"Who's the girl in the frame of yours, if you don't mind me asking?" Wind asked.

Liana turned to face Wind and grew a large, fond smile. "That's Alison, but I call her Ali. She's my girlfriend." Liana grabbed the picture and handed it to Wind, who had Alessia looking over her shoulder as she emerged from the bathroom.

"Wow!" Alessia exclaimed as she looked at the photo. "She's stunning. You two must be such a pretty couple!"

"Thanks so much!" Liana happily responded. "I love her to death. We met in High School and haven't been apart since. She lives with me and I wanna spend my life with her."

"That's wonderful." Wind responded, handing the photo back to Liana.

"Yeah, that's beautiful Liana." Alessia agreed. Vivi nodded her head in agreement.

Liana began to wipe her eyes. "Thanks so much, everyone. I know I'm gonna miss her like crazy, but she said that she knew me too well and knew I'd regret it if I didn't do this."

After a few more minutes of comfortable packing and silence, Vivi spoke again. "So, we wanna rate the guys around here some more?"

The girls' laughter echoed throughout the cabin.

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Confessional: Vivi

"Yeah, I'm already starting to loosen up," Vivi said, casually sitting in the Outhouse. "As much as I hate to admit it, Liana was totally right. Those girls have no reason to keep me around if I'm being a moody bitch. And I'd hate to be out first when I'm here to win that cash and get my band some publicity." She then reached into her coat jacket, produced a cigarette, and lit it. After taking a long drag, she casually blew the smoke out of her mouth in a ring. "But just because I'm making friends doesn't mean I'm not looking out for numero uno," Vivi said, motioning to herself. "Only one person can win this, after all." She said, before taking another puff of her cigarette. "I intend for it to be Vivi Venom."

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Confessional: Alessia

"Well," She began, "It's good that the girls already seem to be getting along." She then frowned. "Unfortunately, they don't particularly matter much in the grand scheme of my plan." She smirked, using her arms to push her breasts together. "I need to start working the guys. As much as I hate that Daniel, I think I can get him and that weirdo artist, Jake or something, working for me." She then rolled her eyes annoyedly. "Ugh. If only Liana wasn't super committed to her girlfriend, I could probably get her too. Oh well, once we get to the merge, and I can get those idiots on the other team…." She chuckled. "They might as well give me that money already."

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Confessional: Wind

"I'm quite glad that my team seemed to work out our differences." Wind said. "Especially Vivi." She then frowned. "I feel quite bad for her, in all honesty. I have never seen an aura as black as hers before. I could even feel it on the boat we all traveled on, but we were all kept apart from each other. She must have some serious emotional baggage." Wind put both her hands together and locked her fingers. "I truly hope she can overcome whatever internal strife she is dealing with."

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Confessional: Liana

"Between getting upset at Vivi and almost crying over Ali, I've already shown that I'm a pretty emotional person." She then smiled. "But, instead of them using my emotions against me, I'm gonna use my emotions against them. It may sound crazy, but you'll see what I mean in the future, I'm sure. In fact," Liana continued, removing the right sleeve of her jacket and moving her shirt to the side, revealing a black tattoo on top of her shoulder that said Pour l'amour du jeu, "there's gonna be a whole lot they won't know in the future." She re-hid her tattoo and readjusted her clothes. "Let the games begin."

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Apathetic Albatrosses Men's Cabin

"Let's do this!" Marcellas squealed as he first ran into the room. "I call dibs on whatever the top bunk of John's bed is!"

John chuckled as he grabbed the bed closest to the door. True to his word, Marcellas brambled his way up the ladder and made his claim to the top bunk.

"That's not gonna bother you, is it?" Daniel asked the raven-haired teen.

"Nah," John replied. "I've slept in closer proximity to more people in worse conditions. Marcellas in the bunk on top isn't gonna bother me."

"What do you mean?" Sammy asked, placing his bag on his bed.

"I'm an artist," John replied. "I've traveled a lot growing up. I once slept in a mud hut with 5 other people in the Outback, and spent 15 hours in a tree in Africa without climbing down to sketch a troop of chimpanzees." He motioned his thumb to the top of his bed. "Having Marcellas a bunk on top of me isn't even in the top 50 most uncomfortable arrangements I've been in."

"Have you ever been to Mexico?" Sammy asked, now more interested. In response, John rolled up his right sleeve, revealing a plethora of tattoos on his forearm, which were flags of different countries. John pointed to the Mexican flag.

"Mexico was the first country I stopped in when my sisters and I did a three-month tour through Central and South America when I was 12. Mexico, Belize, Costa Rica, Peru, Chile, and ending in Brazil." As he named off the countries, he pointed to the flags of the countries, which were all one after the other.

"That's so cool!" Marcellas gushed, poking his head over the railing of the top bunk. "How many do you have in total?" He asked.

"Thirty-six," John replied.

"Wow," Daniel said, impressed.

"Pretty similar to me, then," Sammy replied. "I haven't been to that many, but I travel a lot as a wrestler too."

"You guys are so lucky," Marcellas said as he began climbing down the ladder. "I've only been outside the country once. And it's to be on this show!"

"Yeah, same boat," Daniel agreed. "I'm not one to travel around much. I rarely even leave New York, let alone the country, or the continent."

John shrugged. "My whole family travels. To me, it's not a big deal. I don't think my whole family has been in the same room for about 4 years."

"Doesn't that get lonely?" Marcellas asked.

"Nope. We're all happy doing what we do. I get to go around my world and follow my passion. It's not normal, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world."

"Well, that's pretty cool," Daniel said as he climbed into his bed and stretched out, putting his arms behind his head and crossing his legs, "But I'm happy just hanging in New York, myself."

"I find my happiness in the ring," Sammy said. "Like you, John, that's where I find my art. Where I can express myself, but with athleticism and storytelling, rather than paints and pencils."

John nodded. "Performance art is still art."

"Well, I don't know about you two," Marcellas said, gesturing to John and Sammy, "but finding and making the right outfit is also artistic, in its own way."

"How so?" John asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"It's like when you have to find the right colors that go together to make a picture work, John," Marcellas began. He then gestured to Sammy, "Or when you use a certain move in a match to make the audience react, Sammy. That's the same as finding the right outfit. Find what goes together, and what works and doesn't work to complete the look that you're trying to make."

John's brow scrunched together in thought, before nodding. "Yeah, Marcellas. That makes sense to me."

Sammy nodded in agreement too. "When you put it like that, I can see what you're saying."

Marcellas grinned, happy that his analogy worked, before rushing over and hugging John and Sammy. "Look at us! Artists in our own way."

Daniel chuckled from his spot on the bed. "The business world could be considered art in its own way, one could say."

"The Art of the Deal?" Sammy asked, causing the four guys to laugh.

Confessional: Marcellas

"Do I really like John?" Marcellas asked the camera. He then laughed. "Psh! No chance! He seems pretty cool as a person, but I do NOT like those alt, artsy guys at all. In fact, none of the guys on my team are my type. Tall, Dark, and Handsome they are not." Marcellas chuckled. "But, if they think that I'm the chatty, lovestruck guy, they might as well think I'm not much of a threat. That's when I can start getting info, and start spilling it all over the place, which is what I know that you Total Drama fans out there want." He winked at the camera. "So, stay tuned, because Marcellas is here to feed y'all."

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Confessional: John

"It's interesting that you can consider me, Marcellas, Sammy, and Daniel all artists in our own way," John told the camera. "But does that mean I trust them?" He shook his head. "Not one bit." John thought for a moment, then spoke again. "If I had to choose one, I'd have to go Sammy. He seems like he'd be stand up, but it's just too early to tell. And he's easily more trustworthy than Daniel and Marcellas." John then leaned back and folded his arms. "But, as long as I stick to my strategy of hanging back, watching what's going on around me, and letting everyone target everyone else, I think I can make it far enough to really start making some deals."

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Confessional: Daniel

Daniel was seen rolling his eyes. "Ugh. Having to hear those dorks talk about 'art' was nauseating." He then imitated John's flatter tone of voice. "Oh, I've been to Brazil and Australia. I've climbed trees and been to 36 countries. Who cares." He shook his head. "All three of them are irritating in their own way, honestly. If it wasn't for the fact that impressions are everything in this game, I'd let them have it." He then cracked his neck and stretched his arms. "But, I have to keep up appearances for this. I'm already scouting who my first target is, and then it'll just be a little lying and a bit of flattery, and I'll be running this game in no time."

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Confessional: Sammy

"I want to play this game with honor," Sammy said, a very serious tone to his voice. "Winning this game and doing it without lying or deceiving is my goal. Some may say it is naive to think that playing a game like this without lying is impossible, but I want to do this my way. I would rather lose, and keep true to myself than win the whole thing and break my own code of ethics. And if this is a naive way to think, then I guess I'm naive."

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About an hour after they had gone into their cabins, a voice suddenly came from the loudspeakers outside. "Hey everyone!" Chris' voice echoed through the campground, getting the gathered contestants' attention. "We've got grub ready for you at the mess hall! Everyone, come down and grab some!"

Inside the Albatross Cabin, the four men inside stood from their various states of comfort; John on his bed, sketching in a large sketchbook, Marcellas organizing his bottom row of clothes in his drawer, Sammy stretching on the floor in the middle of the room, and Daniel lazily relaxing in his bed. The guys looked at each other after the announcement, and they all got moving towards the door, Daniel reaching a hand out for Sammy, pulling the Luchadore up from the ground. Sammy said nothing but gave the businessman a nod of thanks, one that the business prodigy returned.

"After you guys," Marcellas said, holding the door open. As Daniel stepped through first, he looked over and saw the other campers leaving their cabins, as well.

A charming smile adorned his features as he made his way towards one of his teammates. "Oh, hey there Alessia." The girl in question smiled.

"Hey, Daniel. How was hanging with the guys?" She asked.

"Not so bad." He replied, the same charming smile still on his face. "We talked a little bit about our pasts and what we do. What about yourself?" He asked in reply.

"It's pretty good!" Alessia responded. "We did some girl talk. You know, cute guys and the like. We get along pretty alright." At the mention of talking about guys on the island, Vivi, who was walking past them, snickered.

'What a chump,' she thought to herself.

"Well, only good things, I hope? Especially about yours truly?" Daniel asked her, growing cocky.

"Oh, of course," Alessia responded with a smile. "We all appreciate your confidence and charm."

"Well, that's just wonderful to hear," Daniel told her in response. Lowering his voice, he continued, "I can't wait for us to get together and maybe work together in what's to come."

"Oh, I'd love that!" Alessia said excitedly. "We can talk about that later, but I'd love it if we could work out some kind of agreement!"

"Of course," Daniel said evenly. "I'll get you later and we can work some details out."

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Confessional: Daniel

"Things are going swimmingly," He told the camera confidently. "I've officially got an agreement with at least one person, and I have good relationships with the other guys." Still smiling, he continued, "My first target is Liana. Like I said, I have good relationships with the guys, and Alessia is already under my thumb. As for the other girls…" He trailed off. "Wind is so dumb that she can't pose a threat to me whatsoever, and as much as I'd love to go after that girl who embarrassed me on the dock earlier today, her bad attitude will just make her a target, which means I get to continue playing unimpeded, in her shadow. So, by process of elimination, Liana is the last one. It's nothing personal, just how the game is played," Daniel finished with a confident smile.

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Meanwhile, from the Crocodiles' Girl Cabin, Neda stepped out, Misha on her tail.

"Neda, please wait." She called to the smaller girl. "I wish to speak with you."

"Oh?" Neda asked, intrigued. "What's up, Misha?"

"I wanted to let you know that I do not think that you are at fault for causing the argument between Ji and Brooke." Misha flatly stated. "You just wanted to try to bond us together as a team. Their argument just happened to be a result of that. I did not want you to feel bad, or feel at fault."

Neda lit up, a happy smile on her face. "Wow, thanks, Misha!" She gushed. "That really means a lot. The last thing I wanted was to make our team immediately begin fighting. I just wanted us to all get along."

"I understand," Misha responded. "And I appreciate you making an effort to include me as well. Many others before have not."

"Of course, Misha!" Neda exclaimed. "Not only are we teammates, but we're friends, too! I'd never do that to you!"

Misha was wide-eyed. "You consider us to be friends? Already?"

"Totally!" The Iranian teen replied.

Misha held her hand above Neda's shoulder for a few moments, before giving it a slow, single pat. "Thank you very much." With that, Misha turned and made her way toward the Mess Hall.

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Confessional: Misha

"I have not had very many friends in my lifetime," Misha told the camera, a solemn tone in her voice. "Many consider me to be quite strange, or odd. But I do not think that questioning the narratives that you are given or wanting to know the truth about things should make you be that way. But still, that has been the order of my life." Misha stopped for a moment before she continued. "It is partially why I wish to purchase that Cold War Bunker in Nunavut with my winnings. Not only is it far enough North enough, and deep enough in the Earth that I will become practically untraceable from both the Government, but also any extraterrestrials who are tracking me, of which I believe there are multiple, but it is also far enough away that I will be able to find the truth in peace, and only interact with people online, or in person just to gather supplies." A small, fond smile then crossed her features. "But it is nice to know that Neda already considers me her friend. She is quite nice."

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As Weenus headed towards the door to head towards the mess hall, Godfrey stopped him. "Weenus, wait a sec, man." Halted, Weenus turned around and faced his new alliance mate.

"Godfrey? What's up?" The internet stuntman responded. Godfrey motioned for the others to gather around, and David and Apollo also stood by.

"Listen, guys. I'm gonna break this down for you before we see the other team and our allies." Godfrey started. "The key to getting all of us to the Final Four is secrecy."

"Secrecy?" David asked.

"Yep." Godfrey nodded. "We gotta pretend we aren't an alliance. When we're out there, we need to be individuals. Form bonds and alliances with the others around here, then we can report back to each other. That way, if anyone else tries to target you, they can also go after your other allies, and keep us four safe." Godfrey motioned his arm in a large circle. "That's what this is about. The four of us here."

The other guys nodded. "Damn, that makes sense to me," Apollo said aloud, sounding impressed.

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Confessional: David

"Wow," David said into the camera. "I'm sure glad that a guy like Godfrey is on my side. I sure wouldn't want this dude to come after me."

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Confessional: Godfrey

"Everything I said to the guys is technically true," Godfrey said. "That will be the best way to get all four of us to the end." He smirked. "It's too bad I don't plan on taking any of these guys to the end, though. I've got my own plan for this game; The Agency is just insurance."

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As the contestants made their way into the mess hall, a wonderful smell permeated the air.

"Pizza!" Weenus exclaimed, running to a long table that had multiple pizzas laid out in a row. "Hell yeah, man!"

"Surprise!" Chris said, standing at the head of the room, a grin on his face. "To celebrate our first day on the Island, we thought it'd be fun to give you all a big pizza lunch! We got plenty, so dig in and enjoy!" Chris then held up a 2 liter of soda, with the label hastily removed. "And some soda too! And a little later, I've got some announcements, but for now, eat and drink your fill and get to know each other!"

As the campers celebrated, Wind raised her hand. "Do these pizzas have any meats in them?"

"We made sure to take the alternative meal prep for all contestants seriously," Chris muttered. "Dang lawyers." Chris then looked at one contestant in particular. "Marcellas, we weren't sure if you wanted your own pizza or not, but we do have some salads for you."

Marcellas waved the host off. "That's okay. I'll take the salads, Chris."

Chris smiled. "Good! Better safe than sorry. Now, everyone dish up and I'll talk to you soon!"

Marcellas, having grabbed a salad, chewed on it when a voice came from his side. "Hey, can I join?"

Turning, he saw Wind, also holding a salad. "Everyone else is eating pizza. I'd like to join someone also eating salad."

Marcellas smiled and patted the space next to him. "Please do, Wind!"

"Thank you, Marcellas." Wind said, gratefully as she sat next to the bald teen.

"No problem, girl. Us herbivores need to stick together!" He laughed. Wind hummed in agreement, grabbing a forkful of salad. After a second, Marcellas spoke again. "I guess you're a vegetarian? All that peace and love hippy stuff?"

After finishing her mouthful, Wind hummed again. "Yes. Vegan, to be exact."

"Wow," Marcellas said. "You don't touch any of that stuff?"

"No," Wind replied. "You can't trust companies to make products in a way that doesn't harm animals. I prefer plant-based products for that reason."

Marcellas nodded. "I feel you. I'm basically a vegan myself, at least in terms of my diet."

Wind cocked an eyebrow. "How do you mean?"

"I have a condition," Marcellas explained. "Alpha-Gal Syndrome, or AGS. It makes me allergic to some molecule in a lot of animal products, I think. I'm not a doctor so I don't know for sure." Marcellas then began rattling off, raising a finger with every new item. "Beef, pork, poultry, gelatin, cheese, milk, you get the picture. If it's from an animal, I'm allergic to it. I'm not allergic to fish, though, but it's easier for me to just eat greens. Luckily I'm not allergic enough to die if I eat any by accident, but I do carry this around just in case."

He then removed a long, yellow cylinder from his pocket. "Epinephrine. I gotta say, yellow really clashes with my wardrobe, but going into anaphylactic shock and choking to death would clash way more." He then tucked the tube back into his pants. "I have a ton more in my luggage, but I always carry two with me anyway. Two, in case I need a second dose, my doctor says it's highly advised, and again, I'm a fashionista, not a doctor."

"You've never had to use that before, have you?" Wind asked carefully.

"No, thank god. I've had a few reactions throughout my life but none bad enough to get injected."

"Well, that's good, at least." Wind replied. "Thank you for sharing, Marcellas." She told him, a small smile on her face.

"Oh, you're so welcome, boo," Marcellas said. "Even though it sucks, it's a part of who I am, and I'm proud of who I am, for good and bad."

"That is a very admirable worldview." She said simply in reply.

"Ohh! Oh!" Marcellas suddenly said, excited. "We need to be food buddies!"

"Food buddies?" Wind asked.

"Yeah! When it's lunchtime, or breakfast, or dinner, or whatever, we always eat together! That way, we don't feel lonely. Even if one of us isn't hungry, the other can just hang with them."

Wind smiled. "Marcellas, I like that very much. I would be very happy to be your food buddy."

Marcellas then leaned in and whispered in her ear. "How's that for an alliance, too?"

Wind's eyes widened. "Alliance?" She whispered.

"Sure!" Marcellas replied, voice low. "We can sit here, talk about our salads and stuff, and exchange info. No one'd suspect the hippy and the fashionista to be working together."

Wind pondered this for a moment. "I was going to play this game by doing whatever came," she whispered. "So if this is what has come, I am happy to accept."

Marcellas grinned widely and grasped Wind's hand. "The Food Buddies are here!" He whispered.

"You're insane!" Brooke said, fire in her eyes. "You'd really take the '07 Spurs over the '85 Celtics?!"

Sammy, even-keeled, nodded. "Tim Duncan, Manu Ginobili, Tony Parker all at the peak of their powers, Brooke. Imagine if The Admiral was still around then too? Or if we had Kawhi? Forget it."

"Danny Ainge, Dennis Johnson, Robert McHale, Kevin Parish, and LARRY BIRD, Sammy! And that's ignoring Bill Walton as the Sixth Man!"

"I'm ignoring nothing. That was the season Tony Parker had his best defensive rating of his career."

"And you think that's enough to hold off Larry Bird and Bill Walton?!"

"It was enough to sweep LeBron James." Sammy retorted, a smirk visible.

"We beat Michael Jordan and Charles Oakley in the first round!" Brooke agitatedly replied.

"The team that didn't even have 30 wins because Jordan broke his foot and missed 64 games?"

"Oh yeah? I'd have loved to have seen the Spurs take on the Mavericks, with their 67-15 record. Oh, which, by the way, was the record the '85 Celtics had." Brooke smugly said.

"And I'd have loved to see Boston take on the Lakers, who only had 5 less wins."

Brooke's eyes narrowed. "Sammy, if you're gonna sit here and try to imply that taking out Hakeem Olajuwon and the team that beat those very same Lakers 4-1 and still beat Boston twice isn't impressive, I'm gonna go get Chris and have you institutionalized, because I'll know you've lost all sense of reality."

Sammy laughed and put his hands up in surrender. "Alright, maybe I was teasing you there at the end."

Brooke couldn't help but chuckle to herself. "Sammy, you're lucky that you're even able to back up those terrible takes of yours. If you're out here disrespecting the Celtics and can't even back it up, we'd have some real problems."

"You know, that leads me to a question, Brooke," Sammy began. Brooke inquisitively raised an eyebrow as she took a bite of her pizza. "You're from Indiana, but over here defending Boston with your life. What's up with that?"

Brooke finished her bite and spoke. "It's weird. I mean, yeah, I still love the Pacers, and the Fever is my favorite team in general, and my nightshirt is an old Colts Super Bowl shirt. But for Indiana, Bird is different. He's from a town, like, 5 times smaller than where I'm from. We all just kinda claimed Boston as our second team because of Bird. And he's undisputedly our biggest sports star, and he's one of the top 5 most famous NBA stars ever." She cockily grinned. "And it helps that I'm Indiana's second biggest Basketball phenom, too."

Before Sammy could retort, a third voice interrupted. "Brooke. I need to speak with you."

Looking over, Brooke immediately scowled in irritation. "What the hell do you want, Ji? I'm trying to talk Basketball with someone who gets the beauty of-"

Ji rolled her eyes. "I don't care, at all. Just come with me."

Brooke stood straight up, obviously angry, towering over the robot combateer by over a foot. "Why should I do anything or go anywhere with you?"

Sammy sighed. "Brooke, just go with her. The faster you do it, the faster it's over." Brooke stared at Sammy, then at Ji, back at Sammy, and again at Ji, before sighing heavily.

"Alright. Let's go."

Brooke stood and followed the much shorter girl to a more secluded area of the mess hall, away from prying eyes. After coming to a stop, Brooke leaned against a pillar and crossed her arms. "Alright Ji, what is it?"

"We need to form an alliance."

Brooke scoffed, hardly believing her ears. "Why in the world would I form an alliance with you!?"

"That is why. You do not like me, and I do not like you. We had a very public argument in front of our teammates. Who would ever think that we are working together?"

Brooke was still leaning against the pillar, her mind racing. "This isn't some kind of trick, is it?" She carefully asked.

Ji shook her head. "No. I am very serious." She crossed her arms. "Other than us not liking each other personally, what are the drawbacks of this plan?"

Again, Brooke wracked her brain. As much as she was loath to admit it, Ji had her and was right.

"We will compare the information we get from other sides of the game since we will naturally gravitate towards other people. Then, we can operate from there. I will be the brains and you will be the brawn. I want to win this game just as much as you, Brooke. Our best chances of it shall be together."

Brooke tapped her chin. "We don't have to pretend we like each other, right?" She asked.

"No." Ji casually said. "In fact, it will be better the more we argue. That will only make our trail harder to follow. And since we are cabinmates, finding times to exchange information will be easy."

"...Dammit. Fine, Ji. I guess you've got a deal." Brooke finally acquiesced. 'I really hope I don't regret this.'

Ji flashed a small, satisfied smile. "Wonderful." With that, she turned and walked away, without another word.

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Confessional: Ji

"Forming an alliance with someone that does not like you is extremely risky," Ji said. "But that is why I'm doing it. The reward of this manages to outweigh the risk. And besides," Ji said, a serene smile on her face. "If Brooke betrays me, I shall just have her eliminated. "Either way, I get what I want."

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"Yo." Liana looked up from her pizza to see Godfrey, a smile painted on his face.

"Oh, hey Godfrey. I'm guessing you want to sit?" She asked.

"Less sit, more talk." He responded, a smile still planted on his face as he sat down across from her.

"Well, what can I do you for?" Liana asked, guard and curiosity both raised.

"I just wanna learn more about you." Godfrey smoothly replied. "You're someone I have my eye on."

"Sorry man," Liana told him, "I have a girlfriend. A long-term girlfriend."

"Psh. Not like that," He replied, unfazed. "I mean in the game."

Liana was rather surprised about the bold declaration, but her interest was piqued. "Strategy talk already, Godfrey?" She asked, then teasingly said, "Not even gonna wine and dine me first? And aren't you on the other team?"

Godfrey pointed around the gym, to all the combos of campers talking with each other. "Liana, you seem smart. Maybe even as smart as I am. And I think you're smart enough to know that this isn't all greetings and salutations." He pointed to Wind and Marcellas laughing about something, and Ji and Brooke walking to another part of the mess hall. "The game has started, and it started the second we got on the island. Alliances are already forming, and battle lines are being drawn. I'm just not being a sneak about it."

Liana sat still for a moment, before nodding. "Alright. You wanna talk game, I'm down. What are you thinking?"

"About anything or anyone in general, or a broad sense?" Godfrey replied back.

"Broad topics first, minutiae later down the road if I agree."

"Fair," Godfrey admitted. "Right now I'm still trying to suss out the strong and weak players on my team. If I find anyone to be a particular threat, I'm gonna throw the first challenge and try to get them eliminated off the bat."

"You think you can pull that kind of stunt in week one?" Liana asked, eyebrow raised.

"Charisma, confidence, and eloquence can get you far in this world." He cockily replied.

"Shame you don't have any of those things."

"You wound me," Godfrey said, feigning injury, before putting both arms down on the table. "Now is this gonna be a unilateral agreement or are you gonna share anything with me?"

"Alright, I'm a girl of my word."

"Are you now?" Godfrey asked, teasing her back.

"I am when I need to be," Liana smirked back at him.

"Touché," Godfrey chuckled. "Now, let's hear it."

"The guy in the slacks, Daniel, all the girls hate him. He's our optimal first target but I'm not sure where he stands with the guys."

"Are you working with the girls?" Godfrey asked.

"Nothing vocalized or agreed upon," Liana told him. "Not even a handshake agreement. I think once Daniel goes it'll splinter. That doesn't bother me too much."

"You think you can get the other girls to target him?" Godfrey asked.

"For sure. Vivi hates him, Alessia called him a tryhard, and Wind thinks his aura is brown," Liana shrugged, "I assume that's a bad thing."

"What about a tiebreaker?" Godfrey continued.

"I think we can get Marcellas. He seems to be in good with both Alessia and Wind." Liana responded.

"What about keeping Daniel around and splitting up Marcellas and Wind?" Godfrey pressed.

"It crossed my mind. Daniel and Vivi would be good bait to keep around, but I worry about both the damage Daniel could cause if left unchecked and the backlash of going after one of the girls already."

Godfrey nodded. "That's fair. You don't think you can pull that off?"

"Not right now, no," Liana admitted. "It doesn't feel feasible or like the right time. Daniel could galvanize the rest of the team against me for it and I'd rather not be the first boot of my team." Liana smirked at him. "I have a lot of plans in this game too."

"What about the other guys? Any big thoughts?" Godfrey asked.

Liana shook her head. "Not really. Still too early." Liana stopped, then continued. "You seem mighty interested in my team when you have your own to worry about."

"Your teammates will become my enemies soon enough when we get to the merge. Anything I can get on them is good for me."

Liana's mouth became a thin line as she thought. "Already thinking about the merge?" She asked carefully.

Godfrey smirked again. "I already know I'm gonna make it. If you play your cards right, you may too."

'You have no idea,' Liana thought to herself with a smile. "Well, how about you send me a little info my way on your teammates?"

"Fair's fair," Godfrey replied. "The other guys aren't much. Apollo and David could be pretty good at the physical competitions, and if I'm being quite honest, Weenus is a complete blind spot for me."

"Do you plan on being honest in the future as well?" Liana chuckled.

"Of course," Godfrey flashed another charming smile towards the girl sitting across from him. "You can get caught in two different lies. When have you ever been caught in two different truths?"

"What a way with words you have, Godfrey." Liana dryly rolled her eyes.

"I've been told!" He laughed. "Anyways, as for the girls, I feel Brooke is the biggest threat for athleticism alone. If I'm being honest, she is probably the biggest athletic threat on the island. Moreso than David, Sammy, or even myself. I'd like to see her gone sooner rather than later. Besides her, the others don't particularly jump out at me. Neda seems nice, but I don't think she has a strategic bone in her body. And Misha and Ji are enigmas. Misha especially. Between them and Brooke, the first one to target is rather tempting."

"Fair assessment. Brooke does seem very threatening. I see her and Sammy interact a lot. That could pose a problem at the merge." Liana stated. "They're both quite athletic and could comp out for a long time depending on what challenges we see. I wouldn't be surprised if they already have an alliance, too."

"You've noticed that as well. Good. Perception is reality in games like these. If it looks like they have an alliance, more than likely there's something there." After a second, he smiled. "It seems I chose my ally wisely," Godfrey said.

"So we're allies now?" Liana asked, eyebrow raised again.

"I see no reason why not, but at the end of the day, it's up to you, Liana. I'd love to have more of these strategic talks, but either way, I've gotten some useful information about the other team, and that's all that really matters in this."

Godfrey then got an uncharacteristic serious look on his face. "Information is power in this game, Liana. One rogue fact, one little lie, or one forgotten detail can spiral out of control and cause your downfall, or it can be your saving grace and ultimate savior. It all depends on how you use it."

Liana nodded at his words. "I'm well aware, Godfrey."

"If you want to continue our partnership, you know where to find me. Later, Liana." With that parting of words, Godfrey stood, used his napkin to clean the grease from his hands, dusted off his jean jacket, tossed his paper plate in the garbage, and made his way back towards his teammates, leaving her to ponder everything that the teen had told her.

Confessional: Liana

"Did I tell Godfrey everything?" She asked the camera, before shaking her head. "Of course not. In fact, I haven't even scratched the surface. Like how I'm going to Stanford to get my Ph.D. in Game Theory, or when I'm not in classes I'm in Vegas, making bank as one of the World Series of Poker's fastest rising stars." She shrugged. "But, if he wants to work with me, I'll accept it. He's got a point on getting an edge over the other contestants by having info on the other team. Information IS power in this game, and I'll need as much of it as I can. Having information lets you make more solid and informed guesses; that's Game Theory 101." She crossed her arms. "I don't trust Godfrey as far as I can throw him, but for right now, working with him will be pretty solid." She then grinned. "I know a thing or two about gambling on something and taking risks. And this looks like a good gamble."

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Confessional: Godfrey

"All part of the strategy, man," Godfrey stated. "As I've said, I've got it all ironed out. I got The Agency, and now I've got Liana as a backup for right now. I know she doesn't trust me, but that's fine. In fact, I think she's better off not trusting me." He smirked. "Not trusting me is a guaranteed way to get farther into this game. But for the time being, having her on my side, and giving me info will be a beneficial alliance. And hey, once she outlives her usefulness, I'll just dispose of her. No big deal to me either way."

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What neither Godfrey nor Liana realized was while they were talking game, Daniel was watching them, a sour look on his face.

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Confessional: Daniel

"Why the hell is Liana consorting with Godfrey, on the other team?" Daniel asked the camera, irritation clear on his features. "There's something going on that I don't like. This inter-alliance chatter isn't good at all, and I'm gonna nip it in the bud. I knew that she was sneakier than she let on. Looks like I was right in trying to get her out first."

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As the campers milled around the mess hall, Chris suddenly reappeared. "Alright, everyone!" The host shouted, gathering everyone's attention. "We just have two more announcements, and then you're free to go." Chris held up one finger. "First, after we finish the first challenge and elimination, we will be hiding 4 immunity idols around the island!" Chris then removed a small, wooden statue of his head, neck, and shoulders, a toothy, wooden grin on his face.

"These idols are good for one use, and if you find yourself on the losing end of a bonfire ceremony, you can use these to, one, ensure you don't leave, or two, nullify votes against you after an elimination's taken place. Also, if you find one, you can give it to someone else, if you so please. Also, they won't be impossible to find, so not buried underground or anything like that, but they're not going to be easy, either."

Chris continued on. "And second, our first challenge begins now!"

Shouts of outrage and confusion echoed out around the mess hall.

"What the heck!" David yelled. "You said that our first challenge wasn't for a few days!"

"Well, I was lying!" Chris said sadistically. "We're doing it here and now! Everyone, come up and grab a red and a green paddle. After, everyone, sit with your teams."

The campers grumbled and made various noises of irritation as they all made their way to the front, grabbed their paddles, and then sat down on the two long tables with their respective teams.

"Alright!" Chris exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "The way this game will work is very simple. I'm gonna ask a question that will be about which of the two campers would be more likely to do something. The key to this is, you have to answer how you think the majority will answer, not what you think is correct, personally. If you're correct, you get to continue playing. If you lose, you're eliminated. The team with the last person standing wins and is safe for the day! And of course, the losers will be headed to the elimination ceremony. There are 7 questions in total, and if needed, we have a tiebreaker too."

Chris' eyes narrowed at the contestants. "Also, there will be ABSOLUTELY NO DISCUSSION WITH YOUR TEAMMATES! If I see it, it's an instant loss for your team! Can I make this any clearer?" The contestants all nodded, well aware of the stakes. "Does anyone have any questions on how this is gonna work?" Seeing no hands raised, Chris smiled and pulled out some note cards.

"Here we go! Question One: Who does the majority think is more likely to drop out of College after one day; Weenus, or Neda?"

The cast chuckled as Neda had a light smile on her face.

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Confessional: Neda

Neda was smiling fully. "If the others think I'm one of the dumbest people on the island, then that works perfectly for me. Who's going to be afraid of the dumb little girl?"

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"Alright, answer time. Raise your green paddle for Weenus, and your red paddle for Neda."

Everyone, except one person, raised the green paddle. "The majority of people think that Weenus would be more likely to drop out of college after one day. Sorry, Godfrey. You're out, buddy."

Godfrey shrugged and placed his paddle back down on the table, then got up and sat at another, empty table.

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Confessional: Weenus

"Hey, thanks for the vote of confidence, Godfrey!" Weenus said with a grin. "I don't think they'd particularly want a high school dropout, though."

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Confessional: Godfrey

"Of course, I knew everyone would say Weenus," Godfrey told the camera. "No disrespect to my buddy Weenus, but he's not exactly well known for his problem-solving skills." He chuckled. "But this is the start of my mission to throw any and all challenges that I'm involved in." He looked seriously at the camera. "It may sound crazy, but think of it this way; would you rather keep around the person who you know is honest about his evil deeds who can't win a competition to save their life? Or the person who can win competitions, and you don't know where they stand?"

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"The Crocodiles are down one person, but it's still anyone's game!" Chris said aloud. "And it's time for Question two: Who does the majority think is more likely to steal their best friend's boyfriend? Alessia? Or Marcellas?"

"What the heck Chris!" Alessia asked, mortified. Marcellas could only laugh as she glared at the grinning host.

"Raise your green paddle for Alessia, and your red paddle for Marcellas."

This time, the paddles were much more evenly split.

"Brooke, David, Apollo, Daniel, Alessia, John, Vivi, Liana, and Marcellas all said that Marcellas would be more likely, making them the majority!" Chris said as Marcellas laughed.

"You're all the WORST!" Marcellas said overdramatically, making the others laugh.

"That means Misha, Neda, Weenus, Ji, Wind, Sammy, sorry, but you're all eliminated too."

The eliminated contestants stood as Chris revealed his third notecard. "Who does the majority think is more likely to spend 24 hours in a room without talking to anyone? John, or Vivi? Green for John, red for Vivi."

The paddles again went up. "Everyone but Marcellas said that Vivi is more likely! You're eliminated, Marcellas."

"I'm so sorry John!" Marcellas said theatrically, falling to his knees. "Please forgive me!" He cried.

John smirked lightly at Marcellas' over-the-top display. "All good," he replied, amused at the teen's antics.

As Marcellas stood and began walking towards the other table with his eliminated teammates, Chris revealed his next card. "Question four: who does the majority think is more likely to survive spending a month in the woods, Wind or Misha? Green for Wind and red for Misha."

After counting the paddles and their colors, Chris spoke. "All of you said Wind, so all of you stay in the game." He pulled out the next card.

"Question five: Who does the majority think would be able to talk their way out of a speeding ticket, Godfrey or Daniel? The red paddle is for Godrey, and the green is for Daniel." For the fifth time, the paddles were raised and counted.

"The majority thinks that Godfrey would be able to! Sorry Daniel, John, and Alessia, you guys are eliminated from the competition! Brooke, Apollo, and David are left on the Crocodiles, and Liana and Vivi on the Albatrosses. And we're onto our second to last question! Who does the majority think would win an arm-wrestling contest? Apollo or David? Red for David, green for Apollo."

Paddles were again raised and again counted by the host. "It's only by one, but the majority thinks Apollo would win! Sorry Brooke and Vivi, you're eliminated! And we're now down to our last question!" Chris then looked at David and Apollo. "If you guys get this as the majority, your team will win! If not, then we will go to our tiebreaker. Are you guys ready?"

The three contestants nodded. "Alright! Question Seven!" Pulling out the final cue card, Chris spoke once more. "Who does the majority think would be able to run a mile the fastest? Brooke, or Sammy? Red for Sammy, green for Brooke!"

The mess hall held a very tense atmosphere as the three contestants carefully thought about which paddle to pick. Liana chewed her bottom lip with eyebrows scrunched, David was tapping his head repeatedly with his right hand, and Apollo was reaching out towards both paddles, unsure.

"Alright you three, it's time! Paddles up!"

Shocked gasps rang out throughout the mess hall.

"David, Liana, you both said that you think that Sammy would be able to run the mile the fastest! Sorry, Apollo, you're eliminated!" The Greek teen stood and made his way towards his table, a look of surprise on his, and his entire team's, faces. Chris clapped his hands. "And, it looks like we're going to the tiebreaker!" Chris then turned back to the kitchen. "CHEF! Get the tiebreaker equipment!"

At the call, the surly chef came from the back of the kitchen, holding a whiteboard and a black marker. He walked to Liana and dropped one before her, before moving to David and doing the same. "Thanks, Chef!" Chris happily said, which made the larger man only grunt as he made his way back into the depths of the kitchen.

"Alright, this is going to be pretty simple," Chris began to explain. "I'm going to ask you one final question. The answer will be a number. The winner of the tiebreaker will be the person that gets the closest to the answer number without going over. In the very, very, very unlikely event of a tie, we'll just ask a second tiebreaker question." Chris then looked both contestants over once more. "David, Liana, are you two ready?"

The contestants nodded their heads, ready to go. "Alright. How long, in seconds, has it been since the sixteenth and last contestant made their way onto the dock?"

Liana immediately began scribbling numbers onto her whiteboard. David, on the other hand, shakily grabbed his and began fastly tapping the marker on the board, leaving a multitude of small black dots.

After a few more seconds, Liana placed her pen and board down, a confident look on her face. Seeing this, David hastily began writing. "David, we need an answer," Chris told the haggard teen after a few seconds.

"Almost done!" He exclaimed worriedly, his Irish accent becoming more pronounced as he continued writing. With a final sigh, he placed his board and marker down.

"You have your final answers, no more changing or writing. Okay, boards up you two!"

At that, the final two both held their boards up. Liana's said 11,449, with no other writing, while David's said 7,350. Random math equations and a multitude of black dots stretched around the board.

Chris eyed both boards, accepting the answers. "The current time that we've been on Wawanakwa, in seconds, is….

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...8,528 seconds! David's answer is closest, and the Crocodiles win our first challenge!"

Cheers of elation erupted as the Crocodile team stood and cheered their win. David was immediately swamped as Godfrey, Weenus, Apollo, Neda, and Brooke all ran and engulfed the victorious chef, who had a huge, goofy smile on his face.

"I can't believe it! How did I get that?!" Was the only thing that the Newfie could say.

Liana, meanwhile, sulked disappointedly in her chair. "Damn," she muttered to herself. Wind, Alessia, and Marcellas all made their way toward the crestfallen girl, offering conciliatory words.

"You were so close! You did great!" Alessia said.

"You should be proud of making it to not just the finals, but the tiebreaker," was Wind's statement.

"You did better than any of us did, girl!" Marcellas told her.

"Thanks, guys," Liana said, a small grin on her face. "I appreciate it." Liana then stood and made her way through the throng of Crocodiles clustered around David. Making through, she saw the jubilant David and held her hand out in a friendly gesture. "Congrats, David. That was a close one."

The Newfie, however, wasn't satisfied with just a handshake. Rather, he wrapped Liana in a tight hug. "That was insane, Liana!" He said, relief clear in his voice. "You really had me scared! I was sure I messed that up!"

Liana laughed at David's honesty. "Well, you had it closer than me! So congrats again. I mean it, you did awesome," she told him, opting to pat his shoulder.

David released the hug and laughed himself. "Thanks! Don't take it personally, but I'm not gonna challenge you to any more math contests in the future like that!"

She laughed again. "I promise I won't," She chuckled before making her way back to her team.

"Congrats again to David and the Calm Crocodiles for winning the first challenge of the season!" He turned and then faced the Albatrosses. "Apathetic Albatrosses, it was a real close one, but you guys lost. So I'm gonna see you later tonight at the campfire ceremony. Alright, you're now dismissed!" With that, Chris turned and went into the kitchen himself, leaving the teams alone as they began to depart the mess hall.

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Confessional: Liana

Liana looks at the camera, and, not saying anything, lifts her two hands above her shoulder like she's holding a football. Then, using her right arm, mimes throwing it, before winking to the camera.

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"How the heck did you do that?!" Neda gushed as the Crocodiles made their way back to their cabin, a festive atmosphere around them, and the sun was beginning to set, casting an orange hue over the island. "That was wild!"

"I really just guessed!" David laughed. "Trust me, I'm certainly no math whiz, Neda."

"Well, math whiz or not, you still got us that dub, man," Godfrey stated. "That was all that really mattered. Great job." He cracked a cocky grin. "I think I'll keep you around for at least another week just for it."

"Man, I appreciate it, Godfrey," David said, sounding annoyed, but the look on his face made it clear he was kidding.

"Any time." He replied, the same cocky smile adorning his features.

"We NEED to celebrate!" Weenus said excitedly. The others all agreed wholeheartedly.

"What should we do?" Brooke asked excitedly, hopping up and down, orange curls bouncing along with her.

"We could hang out in the cabin and do something," Apollo suggested.

"Or we could head back to the mess hall and get some food," was Ji's idea.

"I say we head down to the beach and watch the sky for alien spacecraft," Misha suddenly said.

The others stopped, and stared at her, before smiling. "Hey, that's a great idea!" David said. "Go to the mess hall, grab some grub, chill out at the beach, watch the stars! Maybe make a bonfire or something! Great idea Misha!"

"Yeah, Misha! Great idea!" Neda enthusiastically said.

"How about the boys go get the beach ready, and the ladies go raid the mess hall?" Brooke asked, excitement permeating her tone.

"Works great for me!" Weenus chipped in. "Let's go, boys!" As Apollo, David, Weenus, and Godfrey made their way toward the beach, and Neda, Ji, and Brooke made their way toward the mess hall to get snacks, Misha hung back, eyeing the group of guys suspiciously.

As the Crocodiles were planning their celebration, the Albatrosses were already back in their cabins, absorbing their loss.

In the Girl's cabin, Liana lay down on her bed, holding a pencil and filling out a large book of crossword puzzles. She looked to be deep in thought if her scrunched eyebrows and look of deep concentration on her face were indications.

Meanwhile, Marcellas, Alessia, and Wind all sat in a small circle on Wind's bed, chatting.

"So, what is streaming on Twitch like?" Marcellas asked.

"It pays the bills and then some!" Alessia giggled. "I'm still in College, and I've already paid off all my current loans, and have enough for any future loans, and I even have some squared away for a down payment on a house!"

"And you get all that from playing video games on camera?" Wind asked, amazed.

"Yep!" She confirmed. "They have a thing called subscriptions where you pay a streamer monthly for access to stuff like emotes for your chat, and I also have a tip line open, so people can send me money as they please too." She then laughed again. "All I have to do is respond to the tip message." She then put a finger to her cheek, in thought. "I usually make a few thousand dollars a stream on just the tips. And I have a ton of subscribers, last time I checked it was hovering around 76,000."

"That's shocking," Wind gasped, moving a hand to cover her mouth.

"For real!" Marcellas said, genuinely surprised. "A few thousand dollars for playing games on a camera for four hours?!"

Alessia slyly grinned. "A charming personality and some strategic clothing can go a long way."

Marcellas and Alessia laughed, while Wind still looked rather surprised.

"Girl, you gotta see me in LA when we're done with this season. I adore you already." Marcellas gushed. "You and I are gonna show Rodeo Drive a fashion storm the likes of which they've never seen." He then turned to Wind. "And you're invited too, of course! There are so many great vegan places to eat! It IS LA, after all." He then grabbed a piece of Wind's faded, yellow tank top and rubbed the material between his thumb and index finger. "And we GOTTA get you some new clothes. I know this one store on Rodeo that would get you SUCH a good look! It'll even let you keep that old-school aesthetic you're rocking; successfully, I may say."

"Oh, Marcellas," Wind said, apologetically. "While I'd love to go to Los Angeles and hang out with you and visit a Vegan eatery with you sometime, I'm very happy with what I am currently wearing. Besides, I find that thrift stores have everything I could ever need."

"Ugh!" Marcellas said, grasping Wind's hands. "You're just too cute," he told the hippie girl as he hugged her fondly, making Alessia smile.

Outside, on the deck of the cabin, stood Vivi, leaning on the railing, watching the sun descend below the waves. She was without her leather jacket, only in her tank top, revealing the full extent of her cobra tattoo, as it snaked its way onto her wrist, then wrapping around her arm, with the tail stopping its wrapping just below her armpit, trailing its way onto the top of her shoulder, the very tip of its tail ending about halfway up her neck.

A lit cigarette hung limply from her right hand, which was dangling over the railing. She didn't react as the sound of a door opening, and then closing came from behind her.

"Ugh!" Came a disgusted reaction from behind. Vivi didn't bother to turn around as the voice made itself known. "You really brought cigarettes onto the island? Disgusting!"

Vivi turned and faced the owner of the voice, which revealed itself to be Daniel, a disgusted look on his face as he eyed the burning cigarette in her hand.

"You know, they have these things called vape pens now," Daniel said to the rocker sarcastically. "They ruin your body all the same, but you can at least make the byproduct smell like cotton candy or strawberries. You should maybe look into investing in one."

Wordlessly, Vivi brought the cigarette to her mouth, took a deep drag, held it for a few moments, leaned forward, and blew the smoke directly into Daniel's face.

Daniel coughed and batted the smoke away from his face, which had begun turning red in anger.

"Oops," Vivi sarcastically intoned. "My hand slipped."

"Argh! You stupid bitch!" Daniel raged as he continued to sputter. Vivi grew a proud smile as he angrily stomped down the steps, toward the bathroom.

"Ain't nothing I haven't heard before," She muttered as she stepped down the steps herself, took one last drag of the cigarette, and dropped the lit cigarette on the ground, before snuffing it out with her boot and walking away exhaling smoke.

As Daniel made his way back from the bathroom he was relieved to see that the rocker chick was nowhere in sight. 'Good. How I wish I could get her out first. But as infuriating as she is, keeping her around will be very beneficial to my plans.'

Stepping back onto the deck, he approached the door to the Girls' Dorm and knocked.

"Just a minute!" The voice of Marcellas replied before the door swung open, revealing the bald teen. "Oh hey, Daniel!" Marcellas greeted. "What's up?"

"Hey, Marcellas!" He greeted, a smile back on his face. "I was wondering if I could talk to you." He then peeked his head in, seeing Wind and Alessia sitting on the bed, as well as Liana on her own, seemingly still enraptured with her puzzles. "Actually, Wind, Alessia, I'd like to talk to you guys, too." He then motioned his hand to the left. "We can talk in the guys' dorm."

"Um, okay," Alessia replied, warily. Wind just nodded as they stood and made their way through the door, after Marcellas, before gathering in the male cabin, which also had John, sitting on his bed.

He raised an eyebrow at the gathering of people. "What exactly is it that you wanted to ask me, Daniel? And why does it require Alessia, Marcellas, and Wind?" He then looked at the trio. "No offense."

"None taken," Wind told the artist, getting nods of agreement from Alessia and Marcellas too.

"What is exactly going on here, Daniel?" Alessia asked, confusion in her voice.

"Alright. I'm glad I got you all here." The businessman began. "This, right here, is gonna be the final five."

Looks of surprise went up all around the room. "An alliance?" John asked.

"Yes. Think of it this way; with five, we control the majority already. We can just get rid of Liana, Vivi, and Sammy easily, and then it'll be smooth sailing into the merge. And with the merge, we should be able to take control of the game after just a few ceremonies. After that, we cruise all the way to the end." He then looked around the room and crossed his arms expectantly. "I chose you four because I think we have the best cohesion as a five in our whole team."

The gathered campers looked around at each other, warily. "Please, if anyone is feeling apprehensive, I ask you to seriously think of what the negatives of this alliance could be."

Again, silence from the gathered campers.

"Well, are you guys in or out? Do you want to play this game on easy, or hard?" Daniel asked the group expectantly.

"Shoot," John said, being the first to speak. "I can't refute logic like that." He shrugged. "I guess I'm in."

"Yeah, I'm in too." Wind said, before looking at Marcellas.

"You got me." He responded. "I'm down too!"

The four looked at Alessia. "Well, I don't want you four to come after me, so I'm in too."

Daniel smiled, satisfaction clear on his face. "Wonderful. I'm sure this alliance will get us right to where we need to be." His features hardened. "Now, the first target is going to be Liana."

"Why her?" Wind asked, surprised.

"It's simple," Daniel said condescendingly. "The others not in the alliance have their uses. Right now, Sammy is the most athletic person on our team and can help us win competitions, then we dump him at the merge. And as much as Vivi boils my blood, I feel that she'll be the biggest target on our team. So, we keep her around as bait, as far deep into the merge as she manages to last before she implodes. Thus, Liana is the only one left by the process of elimination, and is the one to go tonight."

Wind and Alessia looked somberly at Daniel. "Makes sense," Alessia muttered, "but it sucks. Liana is great."

"That's just the way it has to be," Daniel told the girls. "I'm the chief strategist here, so while you may not like it, this is what will get us to the end of the game." He cast a harsh glare on Alessia. "In the business world, we do what is best, regardless of how people feel. That's how I'm playing this game, too. And that's what will get us to the very end."

"Yeah," Marcellas said sadly. "You're right Daniel." He then stood and stretched. "Do you mind if I just go to the bathroom real quick?"

He nodded. "Sure. We'll fill you in on the rest of our plans when you get back."

"Thanks!" Marcellas cheerfully said, heading out the door, into the cool night air. However, rather than going to the bathroom, he immediately turned and made his way to the Girls' Dorm door, quickly opened it, and rushed to Liana's side.

"Liana!" Marcellas said worriedly. Surprised, she put her pencil and book down on her chest and faced him.

"What do you need?" She asked, confused, then grew concerned at the look on the bald teen's face. "Is everything okay?"

"I was just coming back from the bathroom and when I was getting back to the guys' cabin, I heard Daniel talking to people in there. Daniel is in the middle of forming an alliance. He said that you're the first target and he's trying to get people to agree to eliminate you tonight. I figured you should have a chance to defend yourself," he responded.

Liana immediately grew upset. "What? He's plotting against me already? It's day one and he's already plotting? How can he do that?" She asked, her tone getting more agitated by the moment.

"He's in the other cabin, right now, throwing your name so far under the bus that it's clogging the engine of the car behind the bus."

She stood off the bed suddenly, her face a hurricane of emotions. "I CANNOT believe this!" Liana all but shouted.

"Girl, get in there and defend yourself!" Marcellas cheered. "Don't roll over already!"

Without responding, Liana stormed towards the door and threw it open, leaving it hanging open as she made her way out, turning towards the door of the male side. Now alone in the Girls' Cabin, Marcellas grinned to himself. "Ah, I love you, Total Drama," he said to himself as he made his way out the door to watch the fireworks, a satisfied smile on his face.

In the Boys' Cabin, Daniel still stood around his new alliance, discussing their roles in the game to come. "So then, once we hit the merge, I think-"

The cabin door suddenly swung open, revealing an emotional, upset-looking Liana.

"Liana?!" Daniel sputtered, incredibly surprised at her sudden appearance.

"Oh my god! You're plotting against me!" Liana exclaimed, eyes starting to grow wet with tears. "I can't believe this!"

"Liana, it's not-" Daniel began.

"I never even did anything to you!" She exclaimed, stepping into the cabin. "I didn't say anything bad about you and you're really in here plotting against me behind my back!"

"No-" Daniel tried to say, but the girl was much too upset and wound up to even give him a moment's reprieve.

"Don't lie to me! Do you think I'm stupid or something!?" Liana exclaimed. As she was freaking out, Marcellas snuck back into the room behind her, reclaiming his seat between John and Wind. When John raised an eyebrow at him, he just shrugged his shoulders.

Daniel put his hands up in a conciliatory gesture, desperately trying to get her to calm down. "No, I promise Liana, I wasn't-"

"You're still denying it!" She yelled at him. "Oh my gosh!" She began to wipe her eyes. "I wanted to work with you and you're trying to get me out the very first day! How could you do this!?"

"Liana, this isn't an alliance!" Daniel exclaimed. "We were just talking about you and Godfrey and-"

That seemed to agitate her even further. "Me and Godfrey?!" She all but yelled. "We were just talking! You're targeting me because I was talking to someone?!"

"You and he were talking about an alliance-"

"What are you talking about?! What alliance?! We were just getting to know each other, Daniel! Oh my gosh! Why would I form an alliance with someone on another team? You're literally making up lies about me right now! Why would you do this?!" She asked, tears streaming down her face.

Daniel opened his mouth, but he couldn't even get the words out before Liana's tirade continued. "Are you going to target someone every time they talk to someone because they could be making an alliance? And you're in an alliance right here! You really want to target me for being in alliance with your alliance?! What the hell Daniel!"

"But you were talking! I saw-"

"What, you're targeting me because Godfrey approached me first and I didn't tell him to go away? Is that the reason?! You want to target me because I'm not rude?! That's so messed up! What, are you gonna target Sammy next because he's friends with Brooke?"

"No, Liana, you're misunderstanding what's going on here," Daniel said, finally getting a word in edgewise. "We're just talking about how the vote should go tonight, and we were saying that you talking to Godfrey was concerning."

"And did Sammy and Brooke come up yet?" She asked, hands on hips.

"Well, no, but-"

"So you're lying to me!" She yelled, the floodgates fully fractured. "You really think you can just stand here and lie to me and lie about me like this?! Oh my god, you must be like, silly!" Tears streamed down her face as she paced around the cabin. "I can't believe you'd really just stand here and lie to me and lie about me and try to get me out! You really must have a lot of nerve to do this to me on our very first night here, Daniel! I can't believe this at all!"

The ruckus caught the attention of both Vivi and Sammy, who both were making their way back to the cabins.

"Do you have any idea what's happening here?" Vivi asked the masked teen as they stood on the deck.

He shook his head. "No clue. I was running on the beach and just got back. I guess you don't, either?" He asked in reply.

"Nope. I was pilfering the mess hall." She leaned an open bag of potato chips over to Sammy. "Want any?"

As he thought, Liana's yelling and her animated reactions could be seen inside the cabin, through the open door.

"What the heck," the Luchadore replied, grabbing some chips, before Vivi brought the bag back closer to herself and took a few.

"Liana, it's not my fault if you can't understand what I'm talking about!" Daniel exclaimed, finally out of patience for the emotional girl's tirade against him.

"The only thing I can understand is that you're a liar and you're targeting me because of a non-existent alliance I have with a guy I talked to for the literal first time an hour ago!" She shot right back. "I'm not gonna just sit around and let you bad mouth me and lie about me, Daniel! It's just not going to happen!" She looked around at the others gathered in the room. "If you wanna get this liar out before he lies and backstabs and betrays you like he lied and betrayed me, then you know what you have to do tonight!" With that, she stormed out of the cabin and back to her own, leaving the gathered teens in awkward silence.

Daniel sighed heavily. "Well, that was something," he muttered. "At least she made our choice tonight obvious."

"Yeah, I guess she did," Wind said, unsure.

The bonfire had roared to life, as the Apathetic Albatrosses sat around the campfire pit on logs. Tension ran high in the air as everyone quietly eyed each other.

"Alright everyone," Chris said, holding a plate of marshmallows. "You went into the confessional, and cast your vote. If you're safe, you'll get a marshmallow. Obviously, there are 7 marshmallows and eight campers. The camper with the most votes will be the one eliminated tonight. Any questions?"

The only sound was the crackle of the flames.

"Alright, then this ceremony is underway." Chris picked up his first marshmallow of the evening. "The first person to receive a marshmallow is…. Chris tossed the marshmallow into the air.

"John."

The raven-haired artist caught it and tossed it into his mouth.

"Our second marshmallow goes to….Wind."

The hippy gratefully caught her marshmallow, before tossing it into the fire

"Next is…Alessia."

The streamer happily caught hers and ate it.

"Marcellas, you're safe."

"Oh my god, thank goodness!" He exclaimed, also tossing his into the fire.

"Sammy, you're also safe."

Sammy deftly caught his marshmallow and ate it.

"Three campers, two marshmallows."

Vivi and Liana cautiously eyed each other, while Daniel sat on his log, a confident smile on his face.

"Our penultimate marshmallow goes to….

…..

…..Vivi."

The rocker grabbed hers and tossed it into her mouth.

"One marshmallow left. The person who will be staying on Total Drama Island, by a vote of 6-2 is…

….

….Liana."

The gambler happily caught her marshmallow, eyes still wet and bleary, as Daniel suddenly went bug-eyed. "WHAT!?" He exclaimed, outraged.

"Sorry, Daniel, you're eliminated." He jerked his thumb towards the dock. "Time to head to the dock of shame and take the boat of losers outta here."

Daniel turned on his fellow campers, rage in his eyes. "You losers really sided with that whiny crybaby over me!? I was going to get you all to the very end! You morons just cost yourselves a million dollars!"

For a moment, no one responded. Then, someone did reply to him.

"Maybe once I win, I'll get that vape pen you told me about," Vivi said, a sarcastic grin on her face.

Daniel grunted angrily and stalked away from the campfire.

"Alright, you guys!" Chris exclaimed. "You survived your first campfire ceremony, by the skin of your teeth! You're free to head back to your cabin for the night now!"

With that, the seven remaining Albatrosses stood and made their way back to the cabin. Chris then turned and faced the camera.

"What a first episode!" He happily remarked. "Alliances, friendships, enemies, betrayals, and a blindside elimination! I have a suspicion this season will be one of our best yet! Who'll win? Who'll lose? And what will happen next? Well, find out next time on episode two of…..

TOTAL!

DRAMA!

ISLAND: REWRITTEN!"

As the Crocodiles sat on a pair of long logs on the beach, arranged in a semi-circle around a roaring bonfire, Neda noticed the boat leaving the dock of shame.

"Looks like the first elimination is over." She remarked.

"Looks like you're right," David agreed.

"Makes it feel a little more real, doesn't it?" Apollo asked, getting nods of agreement from the gathered campers.

"It really does. People are gonna have to leave." Brooke said solemnly. "Even us, eventually."

"It goes to show that at the end of the day, this isn't just a summer camp; this is a game, a game that only one person will be able to win," Godfrey told the group. "And one by one, all of us will be taking that boat until none are left."

'And that last person standing will be me, by any means necessary.'

Confessional Votes:

Wind: "I vote for Daniel. His aura is brown and he is generally unpleasant."

Vivi: She waved her hand in a goodbye motion. "Ta-ta, Daniel. It couldn't happen to a crappier person."

Daniel: "Voting for Liana. After that tirade, she needs to get out of here. Now the alliance needs to do its part."

John: "Even through the tears, Liana raised a good point about Sammy and Brooke. I'm voting for Daniel."

Alessia: "I gladly vote to eliminate Daniel."

Marcellas: "Wow! That fight turned out even better than I thought! Well if you could call it a fight. More like a one-sided verbal beatdown! Liana, girl, you brought some fireworks! Anyway, I vote Daniel out of here."

Sammy: "I vote to eliminate Liana."

Liana: "I happily vote to eliminate Daniel. You don't lie about me, and try to get me out of here, and not suffer the consequences."

23,100 words, not including the author's notes! What an absolute BEHEMOTH to write. Future chapters more than likely won't be this friggin' big, since I had to do a lot of intros and stuff for this one, but I certainly won't skimp out. I'd wager they'd hang around 10k a pop, but who knows? That'll probably fluctuate a solid amount too.

What a first episode! We meet all our campers, get our teams, get some friendships, some enemyships, a lot of early strategy talk, and alliances! Writing the intros SUCKED and took like, a week, but once I got everyone on the island, I was really having fun getting everyone to interact and got to knock out anywhere between 1k and 3k words a day.

And Daniel goes out! He was planned to go out first always, but he was very fun to write as a dickhead jerk who over-strategizes way too much. He was also fun to have interact with a lot of the cast.

I guess this about wraps it up! Feel free to follow, favorite, and leave a review. Who do you think is gonna win? Go far? Go soon? Theories? Who you wanna see interact? Characters you like? Anything else? All that stuff is welcome.

Thanks so much for reading. I truly appreciate anyone who spent any time reading my story. See you next time!