EPISODE 1: Not-So-Happy Campers, Pt. 1

An island filled with trees, rocks and all kinds of wildlife set the stage. Birds flocked towards the sky and squirrels scampered around the grassy fields. Over by the shore, a large, creaky dock jutted outwards into the cool, crisp waters of a lake.

"Yo," popped up a middle-aged man with black wavy hair and a blue pocketed shirt. He had on a nice pair of khakis and neatly kept sneakers. His smile was clean and surrounded by a five o'clock shadow. "We're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario. I'm your host, Chris McLean."

Chris lifted a finger in the air. "Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on TV," he continued, now pointing down at the dock that he had been standing on. "All uncensored, all unhinged!"

The camera then flashed to a different angle of Chris walking along the dock. "Here's the deal," he explained. "Twenty two campers have signed up to spend eight weeks here at this crummy old summer camp. Each one an adult with their own lives to usually worry about but now they'll be stuck here under the mighty hands of me." Chris snickered and rubbed his hand deviously.

Chris then raised his pointer again. "I'll have them compete in challenges against each other," he stated, widening his arms out. "Then they'll have to face the judgment of their fellow campers. Every three days one team will either win a reward or watch one of their team members walk down the dock of shame!"

Chris pointed at a picture of some boat that was attached to a wooden board. "Then take a ride on the loser boat," he continued with a small chuckle. "And leave Total Drama Island for good." He faked a golf swing with his hands to add some visual clarity.

"To survive, they'll have to battle black flies…" Chris explained, counting things down with his fingers. "Grizzly bears… Disgusting camp food and… Each other! Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp." Chris then pointed directly at the camera recording him to show as an example.

"All of this for a chance to earn some cheesy tabloid fame," Chris said, holding up some magazines before switching it with a silver briefcase. "And a cash prize reward of one million dollars!" He then opened the case to reveal all of the cash inside before closing it back up quickly.

"So who will crumble under the pressure?" Chris asked rhetorically. "Find out here, right now, on Total Drama Island!"

(cue the opening intro)

"Welcome back to Total Drama Island," Chris greeted as the camera flashed back to him. "It's time to meet our campers one by one. Our first to arrive, Madison!" A boat came sailing towards the dock and dropped off the very first camper.

Madison was a young, blonde woman with suntanned skin and had her hair tied up into a ponytail. She wore a yellow floral t-shirt with denim shorts and blue flip flops to match. She also wore a rainbow beaded bracelet wrapped around her right wrist. Her appearance was topped off with a silver necklace with a heart emblem as the main piece.

"Hiiii!" she greeted with a joyful smile as she skipped up to Chris, waving excitedly at him. "Super neat to meet you. Wow, your hair looks so beautiful."

"I know, it's really great," Chris replied, looking a little smug as he patted his head. "This hairdo is only what a true star can pull off. Anyways, welcome to the show." He pointed towards the other end of the dock. "You may go stand over there."

Madison didn't listen as she just stood there ogling at the host with fantasizing eyes. Chris' smug look quickly morphed into a concerned one. "Uhhh, Madison," he said, snapping a few fingers in front of her face. "You okay there?"

Madison shook her head and clasped her hands together, holding them up against the side of her face. "Oh sorry there," she apologized sweetly. "I just got lost in the sound of your voice. You speak so eloquently, dear."

"Ooookay then…" Chris responded, scratching the top of his head before realizing something behind her. His face reverted back to a smile. "Looks like our next camper has arrived."

The camera panned over to the end of the dock to reveal a young man wearing a black zip-up hoodie, black ankle-length cargo pants and red sneakers. His hair was black with some blonde highlights and he rested a pair of black headphones around his neck.

"Welcome to the camp, Rival," Chris greeted him with a smile. "Are you up for the toughest summer of your life?"

"Yeah, I guess I am," Rival answered with a relaxed shrug.

Chris shook his head disappointedly. "What's up with the nonchalance?" he asked before lowering his voice and jutting his thumb towards the camera crew. "You're on TV, you know."

Rival glanced over to them and quietly waved. "Yo," was all he said before continuing down the dock, leaving Chris to roll his eyes at him.

Madison was pretty quick to run up to him. "Hi!" she greeted in the same cheerful manner as before. "You're really cute, I will say."

"Heh heh, thanks," Rival said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Um, who are you again?"

"I'm Madison, sweetie," she said with a loving tone. "If you ever wanna spend some quality time with a cute girl like me, just let me know."

Rival was admittedly surprised by this but he eventually nodded and smiled. "Alright, I'll consider that," he assured. Madison excitedly walked back to where she was originally while Rival chuckled a little.

"Wow, our first hookup already," Chris said with an amused smile. "That's gotta be a record or something."

"I wouldn't go that far just yet," Rival countered, feeling a bit awkward.

"Ey, what's this yapping for," said a voice from behind. They had a clearly distinct Brooklyn accent. "Aren't I supposed to do my intro or something?"

Chris and the others looked at who was talking. It was the next camper who had just arrived. He wore a black t-shirt with blue gym shorts and white basketball shoes. He also had a toothpick in his mouth. His hair was gelled and combed to one side and his clean-shaven face seemed rather impatient.

"Sure," Chris agreed. "Introduce yourself."

The man looked at the camera and began, still having the toothpick in his mouth. "Yo, name's Tony," he said, gesturing with his hands. "I'm from Brooklyn and I don't mess around, capisce."

Madison's heart fluttered as she ran up to Tony. "Ooh, I just love your accent so much," she swooned, gleefully clasping her hands together. "My oh my, I already have two cute boys to potentially fall in love with. Yay me!"

Tony looked bewildered. He glanced over towards Chris and furrowed his eyebrows. "What's this wackjob's deal?" he questioned, pulling out his toothpick and pointing at Madison.

Chris shrugged. "Beats me," he said. "Now move on, we got someone else coming."

Tony walked away from Madison, who seemed to just stay there fantasizing about things and greeted Rival with a nod. "Whatsa matter with you?" he asked.

Rival shook his head. "Nothing, I'm not upset or something," he sputtered.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Nah, you dork," he said. "I'm just saying hello."

"Ohhh, of course," Rival remarked, quickly holding his hand out to him. "Well hello then, I'm Rival."

Tony shook his hand. "Cool," he said, then under his breath. "Bozo…"

The next boat arrived, dropping off the fourth camper. She was a small, boney and pale woman with long dyed black hair that covered her face and empty brown eyes. She wore black tight jeans, had black fingernails, black lips and black steel-toed boots. Her black shirt had some type of black metal band logo on it. If you could see her soul, it would be black.

"I'm Lynn," she said in the most unemotional voice imaginable. "I like dark stuff and gore. It really makes me happy."

Chris, along with the others, felt a bit awkward by her appearance but then the host cleared his throat. "Good for you, I guess," he said.

"Ey, Chris, I don't want to deal with any more psychos on this island, ya hear?" Tony said, crossing his arms. "If one more wackjob shows up, I'm out."

Madison shook her head and ran up to Lynn. "Oh don't be rude, Tony," she said with her typical sweet voice. "I'm sure Lynn is just a lovely person who just so happens to like different things."

Lynn remained motionless. "You could say that," she said. "You smell good, by the way."

Madison was taken aback by this but smiled. "Oh thank you," she appreciated. "I guess I do try to put on the best perfume I can wear so I can attract all of the b-"

"I hate it," Lynn said bluntly, causing Madison to go through some mental whiplash. "I wish all things smelled like death."

Lynn then walked away, leaving Madison creeped out as the next boat arrived, dropping off the next camper. This one was a pretty black girl, who had her hair tied up into a ponytail. She wore a red vest with a white sports coat over it and some gray spandex and white running shoes.

"Back to sanity, we have Jackie," Chris announced as the woman made her entrance with confidence.

"What's up, guys," she greeted with her fists on her hips. "I hope you all are prepared because I'm going to be one of the toughest competitors you'll meet."

"Gee, I'm shakin' in my boots," Tony remarked with a scathing amount of sarcasm before rolling his eyes. "We'll see about that, tutz."

Jackie rolled her eyes back. "Keep doubting me then," she replied, strolling past the others and stopping by Rival. "Are you gonna doubt me too?"

Rival shook his head. "I have no reason to," he said. "It's a pleasure to meet you, by the way."

Jackie slowly smiled and nodded. "Likewise," she responded, noticing the empty stare from Lynn. "And what's up with you?" Lynn gave no response, which unnerved Jackie a little.

"Oh my, who's this cutie?" Madison gasped as she saw the next man arrive at the dock. He was a tall man with his hair spiked up into a fauxhawk. He came out of his boat wearing a leather jacket over a gray tank top with black jeans and brown boots.

The man lifted his hands up and gave a pair of devil horns. "Alriiiight! Phillip the Party God is here!" he shouted. "I'm the total package and ladies feel free to undress yourself already because the Party God is also the Sex God! Oh yeah!!"

Madison's eyes widened with absolute adoration. "Oh my god," she swooned. "You're perfect!" She began to take off her shirt and Chris had to quickly stop her.

"Madison," the host called, shaking his head. "Not right now." Madison frowned and pulled back down her shirt.

"Oh look, it's a party pooper," Phillip insulted, stepping up to him and folding his arms. "And why should this sexy hot babe not be allowed to show her titties, man! I thought this show was supposed to be uncensored."

Chris rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You can do all of that after we get through these introductions, if you so must," he groaned, before looking up and furrowing his eyebrows. "Plus, I'm the host. I'm in charge of this show. I can disqualify you if I really wanted to, so don't insult me."

"Alright, fair enough my dude," Phillip said, stepping away with his arms out and an awkward smile. He met up with the others where he eyed up Jackie. "Feel free to join in with Madison later with the undressing too, sweetheart."

Immediately, he was smacked hard in the face by her, which shocked the others a little. Phillip fell to the ground with a grunt while Jackie wiped her hand on her thigh. "Don't ever say that shit to me ever again," she warned as Tony helped Phillip up to his feet.

"Sheesh," the Brooklyn Boss remarked. "That was a bit much, don't ya think?"

Jackie shrugged and crossed her arms. "Sorry but I can't stand perverts," she stated sternly. "They make me super comfortable."

Phillip rubbed his cheek and seemed indifferent. "It's cool," he assured, casually walking it off with a grin. "Not like it's the first time I've been slapped for going too far."

That's when Lynn poked him in the arm. "Are you bleeding?" she asked.

Phillip shook his head. "Nah, don't worry," he assured. "I'm highly tolerant towards pain and my skin is tough as nails so I barely bleed."

Lynn turned away. "That's unfortunate," she said. Everyone on the dock slowly took one step away from her afterwards.

The next camper to arrive was a young man, slightly above average in height. He looked pretty fit with a subtle amount of muscle. He wore a red basketball jersey with the number 1 on the front and back. Below, he wore some ripped jeans that were pretty tight to his body and red sneakers. He also had on wristbands, one on each arm.

"Welcome to the camp, Jacque," Chris greeted. "A few of your fellow competitors have already arrived before you."

Jacque nodded and checked out everyone that was here. "Sup, y'all," he greeted with a charming smile. "I look forward to sharing this experience with you."

"And I look forward to snuggling up into your arms, cutie," Madison flirted, blowing him a kiss.

Jacque just stared at the girl like she was some lunatic. "Holy hell, you are down tremendous," he mumbled, moving along and trying his best to ignore her.

"Hey, the only man you need to snuggle up with is me, babe," Phillip said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

Madison shook her head and nudged Phillip aside. "Let a girl see her choices first, sweetie," she demanded before playfully booping him on the nose and puckering her lips. "And then we can talk."

Meanwhile, Jacque found a spot next to Lynn. However, after one small glance at her, he immediately changed his mind and stood next to Jackie instead. "You're not gonna try flirting with me also, are ya?" he asked.

"Hell na, I'm not here for that," Jackie replied, giving him a mild look of disgust.

Jacque raised his arms up a little. "Well me neither so relax," he said. "After all, this is about that million dollars. I'm just here to play the game and win."

"Mmhmm," Jackie hummed, crossing her arms with a skeptical look on her face.

The next arrival was a woman similar in stature to Jackie but she was latina instead. She had long, wavy black hair that she tied up into a ponytail. She wore a green t-shirt, black skinny jeans and black sneakers. She walked out carrying a large bag of sorts.

"Greetings, Rosalina," Chris said as she walked past him along the rickety dock.

Rosalina sighed, taking a spot next to Rival and dropping her bag, accidentally crushing the guy's foot. "Oh, sorry about that," she apologized as Rival yowled a bit in pain.

"What's in those things? Dumbbells?" Rival asked, massaging his sore foot.

"Correct," Rosalina affirmed. "I go to the gym a lot."

"Sweet, another Dommy Mommy has arrived," Phillip interjected, with a flirtatious eyebrow wiggle.

Rosalina pushed him back with a disgusted look on her face. "I'm sorry, what did you call me?" she asked irritably.

"You know? A Dommy Mommy," Phillip repeated with a cheeky grin. "Like a big strong woman who is capable of whooping my ass. That's pretty hot."

"Boy, I'm boutta come over there and slap you again," Jackie threatened with a stern look.

"No need, I can handle it," Rosalina assured, clinching onto Phillip by the ear. "So, you like getting beat up, I see."

Phillip winced in pain but tried to smile. "I'm just messin' with ya… ow…." he grunted. "Can I have my ear back?"

Rosalina showed mercy and let him go. "Don't ever call me that again," she warned him. Phillip nodded and walked away, holding onto his ear.

The next camper was then dropped off. He was a really tall but twiggy man with pale skin and chestnut brown short hair. He wore a white polo shirt with a red clip-on bow tie and black dress pants that were tucked into his tall brown boots. On his shirt was a name tag that read, "Hello, my name is JOE MAMA".

"Welcome to the camp, Joe," Chris greeted.

"Hey Chris, wanna hear a Joe-ke?" he asked with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Sure, amuse me," Chris agreed.

Joe giggled to himself a little. "What do you call something that's brown and sticky?" he asked.

Chris rubbed his chin a little. "Hmmm… I don't know, what is it?" he answered.

"A STICK!" Joe shouted before falling to the floor laughing like a maniac. Chris wasn't as bemused as he just stood there watching the weirdo. Joe got up and rolled his eyes. "Fine, be a jerk and don't laugh."

Before Chris could say anything back, Madison strolled up and was giggling. "Haha, I get it," she laughed. "A stick is brown and 'sticky', hehe. Wow, you're such a funny cutie, aren't ya?"

"Thanks, I am," Joe replied with a big smile. "Anyways, I did your Mom last night."

Afterwards, the comedian walked right past a completely bewildered Madison and met with the others. Chris chuckled to himself a little. "Okay, maybe the kid is funny sometimes," he remarked. Madison just pouted quietly to herself.

Joe greeted Rosalina next, pulling out a boxing glove. "Hey there, doesn't life sometimes feel like a punch in the gut?" he said before swinging his glove into her stomach. Unfortunately, his weak wimbs and her rock hard abs made it so that Joe ended up hurting himself. "Owww…"

Rosalina stared at Joe's pained expression and his glove. "I would be more upset that you just committed assault on me but this is just pathetic," she said before stepping away as Joe rubbed his sore arm. She stepped over towards Tony, who was rubbing his temples. "What's up with you?"

"I'm this close to losing my mind," Tony explained through mild exhaustion. "All of these wackjobs I'm gonna have to deal with…"

Up ahead was the next camper. She was a pretty skinny woman with really long blonde hair and pale skin. Her outfit consisted of a lab coat layered over a red tank top, both covered in burns and tears. She also wore a pair of white pants and running shoes. She held a satchel bag to her side and had a pair of cracked safety goggles on top of her head. She was tinkering on something with a screwdriver while Chris watched with concern.

"Um, Erin is it?" he asked.

The scientist perked her head up and smiled. "Yup, that's me," she affirmed.

Chris stepped back a little. "Um, you do know that what you're tinkering with tends to be highly explosive, right?" he asked.

Erin slid down her safety goggles. "Don't worry, I'm protected," she assured, pulling out a screw from her bag. "Just one more to pull off and- whoops!"

A small tiny explosion with a mushroom cloud blasted off at her spot on the dock. Everyone else winced (except Lynn, who was ecstatic). Once the cloud dissipated, everyone could see a charred up Erin standing there with a shocked expression on her face. "I accidentally dropped it, heh heh…" she explained. "Is everyone else alright?"

Chris brushed off a bit of rubble from his shirt. "Pretty much," he confirmed.

Erin chuckled awkwardly as she put away her screwdriver in her bag. "Things happen, I guess," she said, stepping over towards the others. "Hey, everyone."

"I don't even know what you were thinking, messing with dynamite like that," Jacque commented.

"I was trying to create some fireworks for a more extravagant entrance," Erin explained.

"Why not just buy fireworks then?" Jacque replied.

"Oh… I guess you're right," Erin realized.

Jacque just facepalmed himself. "Dumbass…" he grumbled. If Erin's face wasn't charred up much, you could see that she was blushing in embarrassment.

Over by Rosalina, she leaned over towards Tony again. "So, what's your thoughts on this one?" she asked.

Tony rolled his eyes. "At least she will probably take herself out more than anything," he grumbled.

Then the next camper arrived. She was a young old-fashioned lady who wore a big bright yellow southern belle dress with a matching bonnet and held a flowery parasol. She twirled it as she daintily stepped off the boat. Then she gave a cute little curtsy.

"Why hello there, my dear fellow competitors," she greeted with a thick southern belle accent. "My name is Isabel and I hope to bring this show a little southern hospitality. Oh yes, it would be such a pure delight to get to know you all."

"Well good to meet you, Isabel," Chris greeted back. "But umm, I don't think such a big dress is appropriate attire for a show like this."

"Oh but I do declare that I can make it work," Isabel responded, waltzing towards the host.

"Suit yourself," Chris shrugged. "Literally."

Isabel smiled warmly and walked towards the other campers where she stopped by Erin. "Oh my, are you okay dear?" she asked concerningly. "You look like you were in an explosion."

Erin sighed and nodded her head. "That's because I was," she affirmed.

Isabel placed a hand over her chest and gasped. "Goodness, how are you alive?" she asked with a lot of concern.

Erin nodded again. "Don't fret, I'm perfectly fine," she assured. "It's just what happens sometimes when I work on my experiments. Part of the learning process, I guess."

Isabel sucked in her cheek. "Just try to be more careful, dear," she suggested, patting the scientist gently on the head. "Don't want you hurting yourself too much. Safety is important, after all."

Erin tapped on her goggles. "Of course," she agreed.

"Enough with the safety concerns," Chris gagged, rolling his eyes. "Anyways, our next camper has arrived."

Over by the dock was a young man who had some stubble. He wore a red and white baseball t-shirt, white baseball pants and black sneakers. He had a red baseball cap that covered his messy brown hair. He walked out chewing on some bubblegum.

"Hey, my name's Mathias," he greeted. "I'm from a small town Missouri and I'm also-"

"A total cutie!" Madison interrupted, causing Mathias to furrow his eyebrows and frown.

"Stop it, Madison," Chris said, rubbing his temples. "How about you allow the rest of the guys who arrive some space from now on?"

Madison sighed and stepped away. "Fine…" she reluctantly agreed.

"Anyways Mathias, welcome to the camp," Chris greeted.

Mathias nodded. "I look forward to showing what I can do," he said. "When the competition gets going, you'll certainly see first hand just how invincible I can be."

"Ooh, interesting," Jackie said with a smirk. "Maybe you'll be someone who can stay on my level."

Mathias furrowed his eyebrows at her as he approached. "I think you meant that the other way around," he stated. "You'll need to be on my level."

"Oh, it's on," Jackie replied, enjoying this friendly competitiveness. "You better give it your all then with this first challenge."

Mathias nodded. "Won't have to ask me twice," he said, turning towards Rival next. "How's it going?"

"Hanging in there," he replied before grinning as he pointed at his outfit. "Or should I say, swinging in there."

Mathias rolled his eyes at the pun. "First of all, I'm a pitcher," he explained. "Secondly, that was a swing and a miss. You really need to work on your pun game."

Rival chuckled and nodded. "I'm aware, man," he said. "I strike-out more than I hit."

"Yeeee-haw!" came a sudden voice from the dock. Everyone turned their heads to see a big bearded man wearing a straw hat and a red flannel shirt with overalls wrapping over it. He had just arrived and stepped onto the dock with his muddy work boots. He seemed quite jolly as he smiled from ear to ear, revealing that some of his teeth were missing.

"Wyatt, welcome," Chris greeted with a smirk.

"I'll tell you what," Wyatt said with the thickest redneck accent that you could imagine. "I haven't been this excited for a summer since I finally bought that pig mud farm in Oklahoma. And surely there's no piggies here to be squealing but they'll definitely be some high levels of feeeeeeeeling, yeehee!"

"Jesus Christ," Jacque said, covering his ears. "Could you talk any louder?"

"I'm sorry there, sonny," Wyatt apologized, as he jiggled his beer belly a little. "That's jus' how I get whenever I am super excited, yeeee-haw! I'm like a rabid dog chasing a delicious barbecue, you see. Ohohohoho!"

Mathias shared looks with Rival. "I mean I do love some barbecue but perhaps not like that," he told him, getting Rival to chuckle a bit.

Wyatt waddled over to the two, greeting them with some hefty handshakes. "Howdy!" he said with his toothy smile.

"Well howdy to you too, partner," Rival said with a faux southern accent before dropping it with an awkward smile. "Excuse me if that wasn't super accurate or came across offensive."

"Offensive? I don't know what fences have to do with this," Wyatt responded. "But I'm sure there's a good story for it. Jus' like all the good stories I have back from my days at rotisserie chicken day camp. Mmm mmm, yummy!"

"Of… course," Rival said, looking straight forward in just pure dumbfoundment.

The next boat arrived and dropped off the next camper. She was a pretty Hispanic girl with long brown hair that was held up by a light green headband. She wore a big brown sleeveless dress that hung all the way down to her calves. Her feet were bare but she had a band of dark blue beads wrapping each of her ankles. She also wore a big necklace full of shiny gems and other materials, giving her an exotic, free-spirited look.

"Afternoon, everyone," the girl spoke in a very calming voice. "My name is Claudia. It is with my utmost pleasure to be meeting all of you beautiful souls."

"So, you're the typical tree-hugging, hippie type, I see," Rosalina remarked. "Not that I have an issue with that."

Claudia smiled warmly and nodded her head. "You could simplify it as such," she said. "I just admire the outdoors and I love to paint what I observe in the outdoors. It's what brings me my best sense of peace."

"Alright but where's your shoes?" Mathias asked, staring at her bare feet in bewilderment. "Seems kinda dangerous to not have them, don't you think? Especially when you're on a random island with god knows what on the ground."

"Not to worry," Claudia reassured. "I've lived my life without shoes for so long. They are used to all kinds of surfaces."

"Why?" Mathias questioned, squinting his eyes in confusion.

Claudia brushed her hair back and walked towards him. "Because whenever I stroll the Earth, I want my true self to feel the ground below me," she explained. "Shoes or any kind of footwear for that matter, are a barrier. A block that keeps nature from connecting with my soul and my sole." She gave him a wink as Mathias rolled his eyes at the lousy pun.

"Geez, another one to put on the wackjob list," Tony sighed.

"Call me whatever," Claudia said, overhearing him. "I know that I am weird but I love who I am because of it."

"The magical zen lady is right," shouted a nearby Wyatt. "We shouldn't be judged for what we simply love to do. Like I love pig wrasslin' and mud fights and ain't no liberals gonna take that away from me in this free country of America, GODBLESS!"

Everyone just stared at him with bewilderment with Chris speaking up first. "You do know we're in Canada, right?" he asked.

"Canada?" Wyatt gasped, getting all excited. "Well, sheeewwwwt, what a twist! Now I gotta go beaver huntin' because those damn beavers stole my birth certificate and now I ain't even know how old I am anymore!"

Tony's toothpick was practically falling out of his mouth. He nudged Claudia with his elbow. "My apologies, now that I think about it, you don't seem so bad," he stated.

Claudia just stood there with a horrified look on her face. "I… I have no words…" she muttered.

"I have a few words for your Mom," interjected a fully recovered Joe. He was promptly ignored by Claudia and frowned to himself but his eyes lit back up when he saw who had arrived next.

"Yo yo yo! You guys ready for the Weenus sweep!" shouted a big pudgy man with tattoos all over. His black messy hair matched a soul patch that he had. He wore some camouflage cargo shorts with a pair of boots and a t-shirt with a black and white photo of his face covered in fire ants.

"Welcome to the camp, Colby," Chris greeted as the big man hopped onto the deck with the biggest smile on his face.

"It's the man, the myth, the legend," Joe exclaimed, shaking a nearby Claudia with excitement. "My idol, Weenus!"

The Jackass wannabe spotted the jokester and laughed. "What's up, dude!" he greeted, pointing at him. "Nice to see a fan up in here."

Claudia gently pushed Joe away and recuperated herself. "You two know each other?" she asked.

"Well, I've just seen a few of his stunts online," Joe explained as the wannabe showed up to give him a high-five.

"Rock and roll, dude," Weenus stated, sharing smiles with everyone.

Phillip also recognized him too. "I see that you're wearing your highest achievement," he stated, pointing at his shirt. "That video still makes me cringe to this day. You're a mad man."

"And I'm only looking to set the bar higher," Weenus laughed, high-fiving the partier. "Man, this is so awesome. I'm gonna have so much fun here."

"Can I see you bleed?" asked Lynn, who seemed to come out of nowhere. She said nothing else and just stared at Weenus for an awkwardly long time.

"O…kay…" Chris continued, focusing on the next arriving camper. "Welp, here comes Ally."

Ally was small and skinny with brown hair. She wore a red cloak over a brown tunic with brown pants and boots to match. She wore a fake jewel necklace and wielded a wooden staff. "Greetings, people of Camp Wawanakwa," she began, wiggling her fingers up in the air. "It is I, the Great Mage Ally, coming from the far off lands of San Francisco! I hope to impress you all with my excellent magic skills."

Chris smirked and looked over towards Tony. "Got another wackjob for you," he said, causing the New Yorker to roll his eyes.

"Do not be wary, for I use my magic for good," Ally assured, even if it didn't matter to most. She walked along the dock to gather up with the others, noticing the charred Erin. "Or for my own safety sometimes. Are you supposed to be a mad scientist?"

"More like a bad scientist," Jacque stated, rolling his eyes.

Erin just laughed. "I may or may not be," she explained. "Anyways, do you really believe in magic? Science is so much more reasonable."

"Magic is a science," Ally explained. "At least I think."

"Hmm… Maybe I should test your magic with a few experiments," Erin pondered but she felt Isabel place a hand on her shoulder. "Huh?"

"Honey, I would advise not to put other people in danger that way," the southern belle insisted.

Ally shook her head. "My magic is already proven to be scientifically accurate anyways," she stated proudly. "Experiments won't be necessary."

"Okay dweebs, let's move things along," Chris demanded. "Our next camper has arrived."

The camera panned over towards a menacingly, attractive man with a scruffy stubble and a piece of hay in his mouth. He wore a big white cowboy hat, a denim jacket with a black plain shirt underneath, brown gloves, jeans with grass and dirt stains and golden cowboy boots with spurs.

"Howdy," Frederick greeted, taking off his cowboy hat to reveal his shiny, blonde hair as he bowed. "Pleasure to make y'all's acquaintances."

Madison was about to say something but Chris stopped her with a quick snap. "Aw come on," she whined, flopping her arms. "He's a freaking sexy cowboy. Just lemme have one flirt pleeease."

"I'm sorry, miss, but I'm not interested in any romance," Frederick said, putting his hat back on before quickly noticing Isabel. His eyes lit up a little. "But maybe…"

Isabel giggled and waved hello. "My, oh my, aren't you a handsome fella," she swooned.

Frederick tipped his hat. "Thank you, ma'am," he replied, strutting up to her. "And that dress of yours looks quite splendid. Make it yourself."

"Oh no, dear," Isabel denied, blushing a little. "I just have a keen sense of proper dress wear."

Frederick reached out for Isabel's hand and gave it a kiss. "Well I'll be," he said. "A sweet southern belle like you wasn't what I had expected when coming to this show. But am I sure glad to meet the unexpected, right now."

Isabel blushed even harder and fanned herself with her hand. "Oh my, what a fine gentleman you are," she said with a romantic sigh.

"Y'all are a bunch of horn dogs," Chris grumbled, rubbing his temples.

"Um, you know, Chris," said a random voice, causing Chris to get startled. It was from a scrawny white girl with brown hair tied into a ponytail with a blue scrunchie. She wore a blue polka-dotted blouse with a navy blue skirt. She also had on white leggings and brown shoes. Finally, she topped off her appearance with squarish glasses that protected her narrow brown eyes. She stared blankly at the host as she continued to babble on about stuff. "Sexual inclinations are just, like, one of the many cases to prove that we are, um, like, programmed by some Matrix. They want us to procreate because, like, otherwise the basic system could collapse in on itself if our population, like, begins to fall and stuff. Not enough, um, data to compute since, like, our brains are the engine to this mass conglomerate of false real-."

"Shelby, is it?" Chris said, covering her mouth with his hand. "Quit speaking. Nobody knows what the hell you are talking about."

Shelby pulled his hand off and frowned. "Um, they're just theories," she explained bluntly. "Ones that are too advanced for you it seems."

"Wow, she's pretty brutal," Lynn remarked.

"More like she's pretty wack," Jacque groaned. "Ain't nobody got time for her dumbass conspiracy theories anyways."

Shelby furrowed her eyebrows at him. "Um, for your information, insulting me won't, like, gain you any advantage," she said, causing Jacque to look at her with confusion. "I don't get phased by, like, petty insults from beings who are not real."

"Alright, that's it," Tony scoffed, storming down the dock. "Chris, get me a boat. I don't wanna be on this island with all these wackjobs anymore."

"No, dude," Chris denied. "You sighed a contract and everything."

Tony growled and backed up in frustration until he bumped into someone. "Ey, watch it, you bozo," he snapped but quickly caught himself when he realized who he had bumped into.

The man was no joke. He was tall, muscular and extremely intimidating. He wore a gray open hoodie over a burgundy shirt, white and red boxing shorts and similarly colored boxing shoes. His eyes were sharp, his expression was calculated and he stared down Tony sternly. "What did you say to me?" he asked.

Tony began to sweat nervously. "Ah haha, I'm just messin' with ya," he defended. "I didn't mean anything with what I said about you being a bozo. Haha, we cool, right?"

Kenji scanned him analytically before sighing. "For now," he said, stoically walking away.

Tony turned to Chris, who was smiling heavily. "What?" he asked.

"You're smart to not mess with him," the host stated. "He's a highly trained MMA fighter."

Madison overheard this and quickly scooted up to Kenji. "Hubba hubba, well you can beat me up all you want then, baby," she flirted. "If you know what I mean, teehee."

Kenji just glared down at her with no emotion. "You need help," was all he said before leaving her to stand there awkwardly.

"Madison, how many times do I have to tell you?" Chris asked, getting completely fed up at this point.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Madison apologized. Chris nearly gagged after being called that. "It's a force of habit at this point."

Meanwhile, Kenji met up with the others, some eyed him with caution, others didn't want to look at him. Only one seemed eager to say hello. "Have you broken anybody's bones before?" Lynn asked. Kenji stood nearly a feet and a half above the girl but she didn't seem too phased.

"Yes," Kenji confirmed, causing Lynn to grow a little smile. He then took a spot right next to Weenus, paying him no mind.

"Yo, is it true that you're an MMA fighter?" Weenus asked him. Kenji quietly nodded. "Haha, cool. One time I set up a fight between me and this one UFC heavyweight champion. Got my ass handed to me big time but it shattered records in my view count so it was totally worth it."

"Oh my…" Isabel said, fanning herself nervously. "What's with everyone here hurting themselves? Y'all have me so worried."

"It's a shame, isn't it?" Frederick added. "People do what they do for whatever reason. But don't worry, ma'am. I'll make sure no one tries to hurt you."

Isabel swooned and smiled. "Such a chivalrous gentleman, you are," she stated. "But I do declare that I can handle some things on my own."

"If you insist," Frederick nodded.

Meanwhile, the third to last camper had arrived. Her hair was long and pink with bangs covering one of her eyes. She wore a black sailor shirt with a yellow ribbon attached to it, a knee-length black skirt with countless amounts of pockets, white stockings that stretched up to cover the rest of her lower half and black shoes.

"Welcome to the island, Hanako," Chris greeted.

Hanako scanned around the others and grew a big cutesy smile. "Oh wow, so many people are here already," she remarked, showing a peace sign. "It's so nice to meet all of you! I hope many of us can be friends."

"Or enemies," Chris suggested with a smirk. "That would be much more entertaining."

Hanako gave him a look before quickly meeting up with the others. "This should be really fun," she stated cheerfully, spotting Ally swinging her staff around aimlessly. "Whoa, that's a pretty cool wand thingy. Are you, like, a witch or something?."

Ally stopped what she was doing and frowned. "Why would you assume such a thing?" she responded. "As an experienced mage, I have become a master at all kinds of unique spells. There is no witchery to be involved."

"Oh, I get'cha," Hanako replied rather innocently.

Jacque leaned over and lowered his voice. "She's just a dumbass, that's all," he explained.

Hanako held back a little giggle. "Well, that's a bit uncalled for, wouldn't you say?" she asked.

Jacque rolled his eyes. "Just telling it like it is," he stated bluntly.

"True, heh heh," Hanako responded, smiling a bit to herself.

"Ahem! Your winner has just arrived!" announced a boisterous man, who had just arrived at the island. He was pretty tall and muscular, although not as muscular as Kenji. He wore a navy blue polo shirt with a pair of khaki pants and sneakers. He also held onto a football that he passed to himself.

"Good to see ya, Tanner," Chris greeted.

"Hell yeah, nice to be in the presence of such a legend," Tanner complimented, getting Chris to smile. "Of course, that legend is me."

"Nice one," Chris replied, his smile dropping immediately as Tanner went on to see his fellow campers, looking mostly at the girls.

"Hey, I have a question for you," Shelby said as Tanner walked past her. "Why do we, um, play sports and such when in reality there's, like, no actual value to it intrinsically?"

Instead of getting any direct answer, she just got a judgmental stare from Tanner. "Don't talk to me, nerd," he scolded before carrying on.

Shelby rubbed her forearm and scrunched up her nose. "It was just a simple question…" she said to herself.

Tanner made his way towards Rosalina instead. "What's up, girl?" he greeted with a flirtatious grin. "Did anyone tell you that you are fine as hell?"

"Back off, please," Rosalina demanded, rolling her eyes. "You have absolutely zero chance with me."

Tanner just frowned at her. "Fine, be a complete bitch then," he said, shrugging off. "Anyways, am I the last one heeeere…?" His voice trailed off in instant awe after turning to see the actual last camper to arrive.

She was an asian woman that was tall and extremely beautiful. She had medium-length dark hair and perfectly made make-up. She wore a scarlet sleeveless corset and some tight black leather pants with black high heels. She posed at the camera, slowly rubbing her deep red painted lips with her finger.

"Good afternoon, everyone," the woman said. She had a slightly deep but sensual voice. "You can call me, Ada. I hope my gorgeous looks won't be too much of a distraction for you."

Phillip pumped his fists in the air. "Oh ho ho, yeah baby!" he cheered, running up to her with excitement. "Now that's what I'm talking about. Goddamn, you're sexy!"

Ada smiled and gave a cute chuckle. "Ah, guess I spoke too soon," she said, caressing the side of Phillip's face with her finger before walking along.

Phillip stood there watching her behind with his mouth wide open. "Oh ho ho hoooo man! The Party God is gonna have so much fun on this island!" he squealed to himself.

As Ada walked towards all the other contestants, it was obvious that most of the guys were enamored with her. She walked in a way that her hips swayed so elegantly. Everything about her seemed so perfect. Almost too perfect.

Tony tugged on his collar. "Whew, okay," he panted. "Dealing with all the wackjobs first was all worth it."

"I'll say," Weenus said with his mouth wide open and his eyes dazzling with infatuation.

Tanner quickly stepped in front of Ada and stopped her in her tracks. "Damn girl," he flirted. "Do you have a CDL license for that dump truck of an ass?"

Ada smiled and held up a laugh. "My, you're certainly charming," she said with a wink.

"Charming as they can be," Tanner replied, flexing his biceps. "Some call me the Tan Man. You wanna squeeze them?"

Ada shook her head. "Maybe another time," she replied with a seductive smile.

Suddenly, Chris blew a whistle to gather everyone's attention. "Alright, everybody's all here," he said, pacing his way off the dock. "Get used to seeing these faces because they will be your only social connections until the very end. Now, follow me everyone. It's time I tour you around the island."

The first stop was a pair of cabins. They looked quite old and busted with their paint peeling off and their roof tiles cracked up in places. Many of the campers looked at them with disgust but Wyatt, however, seemed ecstatic. "Whew boy!" he whistled. "Are these gonna be where we're staying? Cuz, sheewwt, these look much more snazzier than my own home. Talk about five-star quality, yeeeeee-haw!"

"Are you for real?" Jacque asked, furrowing his eyebrows with judgment. "These cabins are straight up trash."

"One's man trash is a tasty meal for me, woo!" Wyatt responded obliviously.

"Pipe down, sheesh," Chris ordered with a scowl. "Yes, these are where you're gonna be sleeping."

"So are these, like, co-ed or something?" Erin asked.

Chris nodded. "Yes, a camper will share a cabin with all of their teammates," he affirmed. "You're all adults, anyways. I expect you all to be responsible enough to not get yourself into any trouble, understand?"

"Alriiight, chicks and dudes are sleeping together!" Phillip cheered, pumping his fist in the air.

Suddenly, Jackie snatched Phillip by the jacket. "Don't even think about it," she warned. "If I catch you messing with any of the girls in there inappropriately then your ass is mine."

"Hey, hey, hey, watch the jacket," Phillip pleaded, breaking away from her grasp. "I'm just having some fun, man. I ain't no creep."

Jackie kept a close eye on him until Rosalina tapped her on the shoulder. "What?" she asked.

"We need to keep him in check too," Rosalina suggested, pointing at Tanner, who was flexing his biceps in front of Hanako, getting her to blush.

Jackie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Boys…" she groaned.

"Pardon me, Chris," Claudia piped, holding up her hand. "What exactly will our teams be anyway?"

Chris nodded. "Follow me," he ordered.

The next stop on the tour was the campfire area. Chris stood at a podium while the campers either sat on log stumps or stood by them. "Welcome to the campfire pit area," the host greeted. "This is where all elimination ceremonies will be held. If your team loses, you have a chance to be voted off and never return to this island. Ever!"

Many of the campers shared looks of anxiety. Chris smirked and picked up a clipboard. "I need Ally, Claudia, Frederick, Isabel, Jacque, Kenji, Lynn, Phillip, Rosalina, Shelby and Wyatt to come over here," he ordered. As the eleven of them went to their spot, he tossed them a rolled up green banner. "You guys will be… the Screaming Gophers."

Frederick caught the banner and let it unroll, revealing their logo. "Well I'll be," he grumbled with a smirk. All of a sudden, Wyatt slopped an arm around his shoulders.

"I'll tell you what, Mr. Cowboy sir," he rambled. "You and I can be Gopher buddies. What do you say, pardner?"

Frederick snarled a little before hiding it with a fake smile. "Well, it would be my pleasure," he agreed.

"Yeeeeee-haw!" Wyatt squealed, causing Frederick to retract back to his snarling.

"Wyatt, this is the last time I'm gonna tell you to tone it down," Chris scorned, holding up another banner. This one, red in color. "The rest of you, Ada, Erin, Hanako, Jackie, Joe, Madison, Mathias, Rival, Tanner, Tony and Weenus come stand by there." He pointed towards a spot opposite towards the Gophers.

"Let's go, dude," Weenus cheered, giving high-fives to a few of his teammates. "This team is gonna be unstoppable."

"Any team with me in it will be that way," Tanner bragged, reaching out and pulling in both Ada and Hanako. "Not to mention, I get to be with you two cuties too."

Ada caressed his chin a little while Hanako blushed profusely. Madison interjected herself by snuggling right up into his chest. "Don't forget about me, darling," she said, only to be pushed away by an annoyed Hanako.

"Yup, I love this team," Tanner remarked before Chris threw the banner at him, knocking him over. The banner unrolled itself, revealing the team's logo. "You guys will be the Killer Bass," Chris explained.

"Aww, why couldn't I be on the team that had Killer in its name?" Lynn complained unemotionally.

"Welp, that's who'll you be teaming with for a good portion of your time here," Chris said, ignoring her complaint. "We still have a few more things to show. Like, the confessional booth." The camera revealed a shoddy outhouse with flies zipping around it. "Inside there, you may unveil any secrets, thoughts or just whatever you want to vent to the world watching."

Begin Confessional

"Listen up," said the first person to enter the confessional, Rosalina. "I didn't intend to be a part of this. I was signed up against my will… Because I lost a stupid bet… But I figure that since I'm here, I might as well at least try to win."

(xXxXx)

"I'm a smooth talker," Tony explained. "I wanna try to keep things cool amongst my peers. I believe words can be more useful than actions so I'll strike up a deal with anybody. Yeah, even that bozo with a punching glove."

(xXxXx)

"Haha, I am only here to do your Mom!" Joe shouted, laughing maniacally.

(xXxXx)

Ada was in the confessional next and she sat on the seat with her fists resting on the side of her wide hips. "Ugh…" she groaned. "Everything on this island is absolutely disgusting, including the other people here."

She then grimaced a little as a mischievous thought came to her head. "But it is nice to have all of these potential playthings for me to use," she confessed, raising up one of her fists and smirking with confidence. "I've already lured in a few of the boys with my looks. Now it's just figuring out what I wanna do with them."

End Confessionals

The camera then flashed back to the cabins, where Chris told the campers to pack their stuff in their appropriate cabin. The Screaming Gophers' cabin was on the right, nearest the lake shore. Inside, the team saw that bunks were everywhere.

Phillip plopped his suitcase on a bottom bunk and then turned to all of the women on his team. "So which one of you gorgeous ladies wants to share a bunk with me?" he asked with a perverted sense of confidence. None of the women were eager to take the offer.

"Well sheewwt, thanks for the offer, party boy," Wyatt said, wrapping his arm around Phillip and beaming ear to ear. "I'd gladly be your bunk buddy." Phillip groaned in disappointment while all of the other women smirked with satisfaction.

"So… Lynn, is it?" Rosalina piped, shuffling towards the creepy girl. "Wanna share bunks?"

Lynn shrugged. "Whatever," she nonchalantly agreed before the two women went their way to get all unpacked.

"Your accent is peculiar. Where are you from?" Rosalina asked, taking out a few of her clothing items.

"Norway," came Lynn's empty answer.

Rosalina seemed unsure of how to respond to such an unemotional person. "Not much of a talker, I see," she added. Lynn didn't say anything, confirming her observation.

Claudia held her hand out to Ally. "Bunk buddy?" she offered.

Ally smiled and shook her hand. "Why certainly," she agreed before the two made their way to a bunk together. "Are you a mage yourself, by chance?"

Claudia laughed and shook her head. "Unfortunately, I am not," she said. "But perhaps I could play along if you need me to. What do you suggest?"

"Alas, you can be the Spirit of Mother Nature," Ally offered. "Since you obviously enjoy her presence."

"I love it, already," Claudia replied, sharing smiles with the roleplayer.

Isabel placed down her parasol on a bottom bunk and sighed quietly to herself. "Pardon me, miss," said a sudden voice, surprising her a little. It was Frederick and he leaned up against her bunk with a charming smile. "I believe you may be in need of a bunk buddy."

Isabel smiled and blushed. "Oh my… Sure, sugar," she agreed.

Frederick smiled romantically before noticing her parasol. He attempted to pick it up. "This is a lovely parasol you have here," he remarked.

Isabel slapped the parasol out of his hand. "Don't touch that!" she snapped. Frederick stared at her in disbelief, causing her to blush in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to slap you. Just, uhh, don't touch my parasol without permission next time. Okay, honey?"

Frederick tipped his hat towards her. "Understood, ma'am," he replied. Isabel went back to her unpacking while Frederick stood there pondering on something.

Begin Confessional

Frederick sat there, rubbing his chin with a devious smirk on his face. "Well, well, well, this is mighty interesting," he said. "Now, I don't wanna go on and make any sudden assumptions yet but it does seem like I'll mostly be dealing with a bunch of gullible types."

"As for the young lady with the parasol," he continued. "Well, my plan is to keep her charmed up so that I can maybe settle her in for an alliance. She is quite the gorgeous woman to have around, so I don't mind."

End Confessional

Jacque made his way to the cabin's only solo bed but before he could claim it, someone else was already there. "Back off, this bed is mine," Kenji confronted.

"Man, ain't nobody called dibs," Jacque complained. "I want the solo bed."

"Well then you're gonna have to take it from me," Kenji responded, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders.

"Chill, chill," Jacque calmed, holding his arms up. "It's no big deal. You can have it, alright?"

"Wise decision," Kenji replied, pointing behind Jacque. "You can still share a bunk with her over there."

Jacque turned around to see Shelby at the last bunk by herself. She was folding up some shirts and gently placed them on her mattress. She noticed him approaching. "Can I, like, help you with something?" she asked.

Jacque rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm taking the top bunk," he said, slinging his suitcase up above.

"Is it because, um, you feel like being higher up helps you feel more superior?" Shelby asked.

"No, it's because you're a dumbass," Jacque grumbled, leaping up onto his bed and resting back.

Shelby awkwardly stood there in silence for a bit. "I mean, I, like, skipped two grades of school and stuff…" she whispered to herself.

Meanwhile, the Killer Bass were also in their cabins deciding their bunks as well. Jackie had a roll of tape and she took a strand and began taping the entire floor vertically. Weenus watched her and furrowed his eyebrows in intrigue. "Um, what are you doing?" he asked.

Jackie ignored him and finished up with her taping. Afterwards, she wiped her hands together and glanced over towards Weenus. "Making boundaries, obviously," she explained.

"Ey, wait. What's happening?" Tony asked, putting a fresh toothpick in his mouth.

Jackie glared at him. "I said I'm making boundaries," she repeated. "Since Chris thinks it's cool to have both the men and the women share a cabin, I'm drawing a literal line." Many of the other campers shared looks of confusion.

Jackie then stepped over toward the right side of the cabin. The one that had only five total beds. "This is the girl's side of the cabin," she stated before pointing at the side with six beds. "That's the guys' side of the cabin. Everything clear?"

"Bro, what is this shit," Tanner scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Who the fuck made you the boss?"

"Yeah, I'm the boss," Tony added, smirking a little. "The Brooklyn Boss, that is. Capisce?"

Jackie placed her hands on her hips. "I'm looking out for my girls, y'all," she defended. "I don't trust you guys to be respectful around them, alright?"

"Man, screw this," Tanner groaned. "Ada, wanna share a bunk with me, babe?"

Ada sat on one of the girl's bunks. "Mmm… Not really," she said. "I kinda agree with Jackie. The boys and girls should be on one side each. Sorry, Tanner."

"Thank you," Jackie responded.

"Man, this is some bullshit," Tanner complained before conceding and pointing at Tony. "Alright, guess we're bunking together."

Tony shrugged. "Whattaya gonna do about it," he commented.

Weenus decided to pair up with Joe. "Lemme have the top," he requested. "I wanna try face-planting on the floor from there sometime."

Joe snickered a little. "Sure thing," he agreed, holding out his hand. "Hey, do you like my glove?"

"It's sick," Weenus replied as some ideas came springing into his head. "Ooh, maybe I can record you giving me a nutshot later. That'll be iconic." Him and Joe then shared high-fives.

Mathias and Rival were left to bunk together. Mathias had the bottom bunk, Rival had the top. While they were casually chatting, Madison sneakily approached them. "Hey, you two," she greeted playfully.

Mathias gave her a nod. "What's up?" he replied, bending over to pull out some clothes from his bag.

"I was just thinking…" Madison said, walking her fingers up the bunk frame. "Since we are on the same team… Do you wanna be my boyfriend?"

Immediately, Mathais banged his head on the bottom frame of the top bunk. "Ow…" he grunted, rubbing his head and glaring at Madison. "Run that by me again?"

"Do you wanna be my boyfriend?" Madison repeated with a cutesy smile.

Mathias shared amused looks with Rival for a bit before laughing heartily. "You're that desperate, huh?" he remarked.

"She asked me out too, earlier," Rival added, sharing smirks with his baseball friend. "It does seem like she's a bit too eager to jump into that kind of stuff."

Madison placed her hands on her hips and frowned. "I'm not desperate, okay?" she denied. "I just really want a cute boyfriend to cuddle with."

"So, you're desperate," Mathias insisted.

"I just said that I wasn't!" Madison denied again.

"Madison, get yo butt over here," Jackie called out before grabbing Madison by the arm, who groaned in frustration and reluctantly obliged. "Give the boys some space for the rest of the day," Jackie told her, pointing at the bunk ahead. "Here. You can share a bunk with me."

Begin Confessional

Madison sighed in her seat. "Okay, maybe I am a teensy bit desperate sometimes," she admitted. "But you would be too if you had all of these hot guys around you. God, they're just so dreamy and delightful, teehee!"

End Confessional

Erin stood by the solo bunk with her supplies. "This is great," she cheered. "I can turn this into my own mini laboratory."

Jackie stared at her with concern. "Don't go blowing up the whole cabin now," she stated.

"I promise that won't happen," Erin assured, pulling out a few of her experiments that were still a work-in-progress. "I'm outta dynamite anyway."

Jackie still looked rather weary, sharing concerned looks with Ada. "If you hear anything out of the ordinary, just book it," she told her.

Ada nodded. "Understood," she said before noticing the last remaining camper. "Oh, hey there, Hanako."

"Hiii," Hanako greeted in a cheerful voice. "Guess we're bunking together. Isn't that great?"

Ada nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess so," she replied. "Mind if I keep the bottom?"

"Of course!" Hanako agreed, noticing that Tanner was on the bunk, directly opposite of them. "He's really cute, by the way."

Ada watched Tanner lift up his shirt to reveal his abs before winking at her. She returned the gesture with a blown kiss. "He's a hunk, that's for sure," she said.

Hanako observed this and laughed nervously. "You don't think he likes you more than me, right?" she asked.

Ada gave her a look. "I wouldn't really know," she said. "Perhaps you could ask him sometime."

"Perhaps…" Hanako replied, one of her eyes twitching just a little.

"Attention campers!" blared Chris' voice, alarming everyone. "Come meet me at the mess hall, pronto!"

The camera then flashed to the mess hall where a big burly black man was barking up orders. "Listen up!" he shouted. "I am Chef Hatchet! I serve food three times a day and you will eat it three times a day. Now grab a tray, get your food and sit your asses down!"

"What's his problem?" Rival mumbled to Mathias.

"What was that!?" Chef barked. "Come here punk, let me hear you say that again."

"Apologies, sir," Rival pleaded, carefully approaching with his tray out. "I didn't mean to offend."

Chef growled and smashed a scoop full of reddish brown slop on his tray. "I got my eye on you," he warned as Rival gulped in fear.

"Uhh, could you even consider this food?" Mathias asked, poking at his pile of slop with his fork.

"Yes, now EAT IT!" Chef screamed, his veins popping through his neck. Mathias also gulped and fear and the two of them headed to their table.

"Are there any animal products in here?" Claudia asked carefully. "I'm a vegetarian."

Chef grumbled some obscenities as he checked his cookbook. "You're fine, hippie," he assured before tossing the cookbook behind. It could be heard crashing into a bunch of pans, causing Chef to cringe. "Goddammit…"

As Chef went to clean his mess up, Claudia sat down with Rosalina as well as Lynn. "Well, I guess this is it," she said.

"This food tastes like death," Lynn remarked as she scooped up some slop with her fork.

"That bad, huh," Rosalina said, staring down reluctantly at her plate.

"It's perfect," Lynn nonchalantly replied as she took a bite, swallowing it with no issue. Rosalina and Claudia just shared bewildered looks with each other.

Chef cleaned up his mess and returned to the serving station. Erin and Kenji were currently waiting for him there. Chef served them their slop with no expression on his face.

"Um, excuse me," Erin squeaked, looking a bit disgusted at her meal. "But are you sure we're getting all of the major food groups with this?"

"Agreed," Kenji said, examining his tray closely. "Do you think these muscles come from nothing?"

Chef ignored Erin and instead beckoned over Kenji. "Big kid, come over here," he ordered. Kenji approached quietly, leading Chef to take his tray and plop an extra scoop. "All you really need is more calories. Now move along!"

Kenji stared blankly at his tray and shrugged before he and Erin left the serving station. Up next was Hanako, who had Jackie with her. "Hi there," she greeted. "Ooh, I like your hat!"

"It's called a toque, tutz," Chef corrected, plopping some slop on her and Jackie's tray. "Now get out of my face."

Hanako looked unnerved as she left to go sit at the table. Jackie followed and placed an arm on her shoulder. "He's so grouchy, amirite?" she remarked.

That was a bad mistake as suddenly a large butcher's knife came flying at her head. She ducked and the knife wedged itself in the wall. "Are you crazy!?" Jackie screeched, looking at Chef with disbelieving eyes. Chef just responded with an "I see you" gesture with his fingers.

Chris then entered the mess hall with a big smile on his face. "Alright campers," he announced. "You have thirty minutes to finish your meal and then we'll start our first challenge."

"Our first challenge already, huh," Weenus said, picking his teeth with his finger. "This show isn't messing around. I like it."

"Glad to hear that, my friend," Chris quipped before leaving the mess hall.

"Oh my, I wonder what they'll have us do," Isabel pondered to himself. "Hopefully it won't be anything too ridiculous, right?"

"Ey, it's just the first challenge," Tony interjected with a confident smirk. "How tough could it be, you know?"

The camera then flashed to all of the campers in their bathing suits, standing by the edge of a huge, deadly cliff.

"Aight, what the fuck?" Tony cursed.

MY OCS:

Ada Hall - the Seductive Snake

Claudia Morello - the Free-Spirited Painter

Frederick Danielson - the Cunning Outlaw

Isabel Palmer - the Southern Belle with Bite

Jackie Townsend - the Competitive Athlete

Kenji Yoshiko - the Stoic Fighter

Lynn Botker - the Horror-Obsessed Weirdo

Madison McRae - the Hopeless Romantic

Mathias Drecker - the Psychotic Pitcher

Phillip Williams - the Perverted Partier

Shelby Evans - the Existential Philosopher

Tony Moretti - the Brooklyn Boss

Wyatt Deegan - the Jolly Hillbilly

OTHER OCS:

Ally Starr - the Mage Roleplayer (KadachiNova)

Colby 'Weenus' Martinez - the Jackass Wannabe (AZW330)

Erin Summers - the Mad Scientist (ninjedi)

Hanako Kaneko - the Obsessive Romantic (SinWriter7)

Jacque Metoyer - the Shiesty Dude (Mr. Ruff)

Joe Matriarch - the Delusional Comedian (The Feline Overlord)

Rival Seizon - the Selfless Vocalist (SinWriter7)

Rosalina Peña - the FBI Hopeful (Mr. Ruff)

Tanner Smith - the Quarterback (MorbidGinger)