The following is a series of videos the contestants were sent by their families or friends back home.

We decided it'd make good promo material, and thus, here they are!

We totally got permission to use these, absolutely for sure… Hehehe!

Love ya! -McLean.

Ezekiel

Sitting on a torn up, tattered leather couch in front of a camera with tears in their eyes and tissues in their hands is two older looking people, one a brown haired woman with long, wave, retro 50s hair and a blouse/skirt combo on, and the other an older, mustachioed man with brown, graying hair wearing overalls. The camera quality is pretty bad, almost like a VHS tape.

"Hey there, Ezekiel." The southern drawn lady addresses, sniffling. "If you can even hear me now.. Oh god.."

"Son.. we know you're disappointed in yourself, a-and the world for getting yourself in last place.. But we are not disappointed in you whatsoever. We dunno where you are, y-you won't call us from any of those.. Fancy calling machines.. And we're worried, son. We want you to come home. If any producers know where he is, we'd be- we'd like you to tell us where so we can pick him up and make sure nothing like this ever happens again. Thank you."

"We love you, Zeke, baby! Please come back home." She whimpers, full sobbing into her tissue before grabbing her husband's and blowing into it.

Eva

Another grainy looking video fades from black to reveal a scruffy, bearish looking man sitting on a barrel in the snow, wearing a tank top to show off his manly, hairy chest, and his incredibly built body (aside from his beer belly). He has a receding hairline with brown hair and a big brown beard.

"Oi, Eva! It is I, Uncle Iroh of Mother Russia! It has been ions since seen you last in home village. We miss you and your tiger taming days. When will you come back and visit? In meantime, we see you on television, excellent stuff, marvelous work on Total Drama show. Ehh, you may lose now, but you lose with honor and dignity of your home country. Never let parents or others tell you rage is unjustified. You are always justified, princess. I love you! Keep being yourself, and kick lots of Canadian ass, eh? Much love from Mother Russia!"

He waves with a sincere smile as a snow storm blocks the camera, ending the footage.

Justin

In a golden plated mansion with accolades and a fireplace decorating what appears to be the most expensive golden living room in the world is a hot tub jacuzzi. Several swimsuit models crowd around a busty chinned doctor with small glasses, graying but foxy black hair and perfect skin, teeth and shoulders. There's some black hair on his chest, though he has no facial hair, lest he scare off the ladies with a scratchy beard. He cuddles them close as he notices the camera.

"Excuse me, sir? The video message you wanted to send Mr. Reid?" The cameraman beckons.

The dermatologist looks over at him. "Hm? Oh yes, of course. Hey there, Justin! Loved your camera time, even if it did show some… unfortunate truths of the industry. I'd like to give you a bit of advice, my dear boy. Sinking your reputation, does irreversible damage to those around you. Keep a filter on. We all know how much we hate ugly people and their disgusting, complex habits, but they do a whole lot of good for us, too. Just look at my camera man, or my ex-wife! Without them, I wouldn't be here grooming myself whilst beautiful, sexy models crowd around me. Ain't that right ladies?"

"Of course, baby~" The girls giggle, all showering him with compliments as he chuckles.

"Calling that kid ugly.. It stained ya a bit. Not much.. But I have a sinking feeling the next time you open your mouth so vehemently will be the last time either of us have a platform. So, chin up, mouth shut and brain off! You're Justin. You're beautiful. You're perfection personified. And all of these mature ladies are waiting for you when you come back, so come back in high, high spirits, my boy. We're still rich, 100K or no. See you in my office, star child."

He smirks, his teeth glistening as the girls wave bye to Justin.

"Sir, what did you call me?" The dorky camera man asks.

"Nothing, Dick, turn the camera off."

Krrrr…

Katie and Sadie

A Blickblock video begins with two girls, both cosplaying Katie and Sadie, parading themselves around, dancing in similar ways to how they do in their audition tape, and lastly giggling like chipmunks at the camera.

Then they suddenly stop, with the Katie cosplayer turning to Sadie and lip synching along with the audio, "I.. you.. How..?"

The Sadie cosplayer stomps her foot cartoonishly. "Someone worried about our friendship put them in my bed while I was sleeping! Why Katie? Why would you do this to me, you skanky whore?!" Sadie pushes Katie, or not Sadie pushes not Katie? It's a bit confusing…

The two girls break character, giggling whilst playfully pushing each other, and the footage cuts to static.

Izzy

Blubbering like a baby in a dark room, sitting in a bloody chair with a piece of duct tape on his mouth is a shirtless blonde guy with abs and a chiseled jaw, one of his eyes black while the other is stained with tears. His hands are tied behind the back of the chair. Izzy steps into frame, keeping her face out of the camera at all times as she rips the tape off of his mouth.

"AH!... hah… hah…" He gasps for air. Izzy's hand finds his chin and rubs it amorously.

"Oh, Graham-Graham.. I told you I'd find you. Why'd you bother asking that cranky old Chef for a position change, huh?"

He has no response, simply crying harder. She giggles.

"It's a good thing I got on this show. I would have gotten what I wanted either way, but this way I don't need to do any hard work."

"W-what are you talking about?" Graham questions, looking up at her with desperate confusion in his eyes.

She pets his messy hair. "Oh, nothing your dumb little mind has to worry about! Just remember this as your vision fades: there is no life after death~"

"What?! H-help-!" His screaming is cut short by a paper bag being thrown over his head. The screen immediately cuts to static.

Tyler

A basketball team holding back laughter stands in the background of the school gymnasium as a chicken mascot waddles on screen, knuckles on his hips.

"Bok-Bok-Bok! Hiiiya, sports fans! It's me, the Caledon Chicken, your favorite Canadian mascot!" The chicken speaks in a goofy southern accent.

"Go Caledon's!" The team in the background shouts.

"I heard somebody on this new, er, Total Drama Island show was feeling a little sickly about me and our prior history, so I wanted to reassure Tyler Xavier Hopkins that EVERYONE in TV land knows just how much of a big, clumsy loser he is!"

The entire room laughs in hysterics, pointing at the camera as they double over, including the chicken mascot.

"Tyler lost his basketball game because of me! A chicken! Then he goes on TV and loses again.. Because of me! A chicken! Boooooook-bock!" The room, once again, laughs at the poor, failed jock, The screen slowly fading to black.

Beth

A curvy, pale skinned soccer mom wearing tight jeans and a red tank top smiles and waves at the camera. She appears to be standing behind a pig pen, judging by the backs of the pigs barely on screen and their incessant honking.

"Hiii Bethany! It's your momma speaking! I was told I could apply a little video for you to watch to comfort you after.. Well, you were voted off. Hey, that's okay! Mom and dad have failed many times in our lives, but we keep our chins up just fine. Speaking of which, you know how your dad is, poor guy. So shy and quiet, he just couldn't stand in front of a camera for more than a minute. Ain't that right, Dan?"

"H-hi, Beth!" A gentle voice calls with all his courage from outside of the camera's view. The mother giggles behind her hand.

"We all miss you dearly, sweetie, and we're so sorry about that nasty Heather bitch you had to deal with. When you come back, the whole family's coming over for a big cookout, and you can invite anyone you want! Even that adorable boy you like..~" She laughs sweetly.

"Oh, wanna see hi to Bertha before I go?" She picks up the muddy pig around its waist and hides herself behind her, doing her voice. "Hiii, Beth, my BHFF! That's best human friend forever, snort!" She drops Bertha, waving at the camera. "Call as soon as you can, sugarcube! Love you!"

Cody

We see a peculiar sight, a fiery red headed girl with freckles and white skin sitting behind a drumset in her bedroom. She's hot. Unexpected from a guy like Cody.

"Hey, Cody. It's me, Kim Pegsler from seventh grade. Saw you on that show. Pretty cool stuff. You nearly died. That made me realize a few things. Then I saw those pictures you posted of the eyepatch you had to get.." She displays said pictures on her phone, blushing lightly as she looks away.

"I know it's been a long time, and back then we all kinda made fun of you.. Well, except for me. I was like.. I dunno.. Defending you, you know? From the other girls. You were, uh.. Cute, sometimes." She twiddles her thumbs nervously. "If those douchey producers actually like, give this to you.. Uh.. gimme a call. Cool? Cool."

She picks up her drumsticks and does a little solo with all the confidence of a ghost. The screen fades.

Noah

A 3D model standing in a mythical, fantasy world filled with tall grass, beautiful architecture and fantastical weapons of a tall, brown skinned mage girl stares emotionless at the camera before her mouth starts mechanically moving. Out comes the voice of a dorky sounding Asian girl.

"Hey, Noah. It's me, Cinderhella243. Saw you on that show. Woof. You know, if I were there, we might have actually been able to conquer the competition. As it is, you made a good friend with that Owen guy, but got stomped by a sixteen year old girl. Literally, a sixteen year old girl? I mean, I'm sixteen, but we're both mentally way more mature than that."

Her character hits the air for dramatic affect. "Anywho.. Hop on Underground Alliance. It's been too long, man. I missed playing with you. Oh and, uh.. Well played in general. Your placement wasn't atrocious or anything. Ciao!~"

Courtney

Pinching the bridge of his nose is a pot bellied, brown skinned, broad shouldered, bald man at a scary height, every step rocking the fine china surrounding the pricey looking living room. On the couch across from the camera sits another tan skinned woman with short brown hair similar to Courtney's, only with bustier features than her daughters. She looks calm, hands resting on her lap with a spaced out look in her eyes.

"Courtney. Claire. Barlow. What on God's Green Earth has turned you out this way?" Her father speaks in a thick, Dominican accent. He stops, turns to the camera, a wrathful look in his eyes. "We taught you, as your parents, to be prim, proper and to stick your eyes on the prize."

"We didn't say a word when you asked to volunteer for the show, because it could have been good for you." Her mother softly adds.

"But now? Your reputation is ruined. I walk into the office and get laughed at twice a week for the absurd challenges my professional daughter is supposed to dominate. Green jelly.. The color green in general has been ruined for me! If it weren't for dollar bills, I'd be enraged at that color for the rest of my life!" He pounds his fist against the wall, a plate nearly falling on the floor. Her mother catches it.

"That boy. Once you receive this video, you will break up with him before he can break you any further. You are a disciplined, opportunistic young woman and by god you'll die one."

"If we see that boy at all after the competition is over, our lawyers will dig up any bit of information they can find and bury him in 'juvie'. Do you understand, young lady? I will not let your future be ruined by this ridiculous show." Her father growls, holding the camera up with a stern look in his eyes to emphasize his point. His wife joins him, hands on her hips.

"We love you, Courtney. But to keep that love, you have to let go of the things that hurt your family and yourself. We hope to see you home soon."

Harold

A freckle faced, brown haired, glasses wearing geek wearing a magicians garb and wielding a stick in the forefront of a basement room where other nerds and dorks are gathered around a table playing with Magic cards smiles at the camera.

"Sir Harold V of the land of Sore-on! We were delighted to see you have so much fun displaying your mad skills on the magically casted spectacle 'Total Drama Island'. The boys are a little occupied, but I wish to do something nice for my companion and fellow knight. How art thou? Are you and LeShawna official? Did you see anyone else's boobies on the show? Can we see?"

The guys at the roundtable all turn towards the camera, smiling, laughing or agreeing. "Uh.. either way, I hope you come back soon! The world of Ooo is depending on you to help us slay the dragon of Mordor!"

"HUZZAH!" The nerds cheer, as the screen fades to black…