Imagine a scene of a Canadian forest, full of wildlife and blossoming nature.
"Yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Campers, do ya'll remember Camp Wawanakwa? The Action Set? Pahkitew Island? Heck do you remember the tours and races we did across the globe?" a voice was heard from the sky.
It was Chris McLean driving a helicopter, host of 8 seasons (lmao he didn't host Ridonculous Race what a goddamn loser). "No? If so then you probably forgot your meds. Anywho, for those who remember, you must know that our adventure started in 2007 and since then, over 68 campers and 32 races have competed in our show." Chris realized what he said. "Crap, I meant over 68 campers and 32 racists, wait no, over 68 campers and 32 racers have competed in our show!"
He jumped off the helicopter, landing in a new camp, it had multiple cabins as well as an extensive big cafeteria. "Some were victorious, while others met their fate."
"We've seen kings, queens, champions, losers, trousers, stalkers, psychos, fiascos, explosions, buffets, injuries, tragedies, travesties, derailment, glazement, heartbreaks, alliances, backstabbing, friendships, romance, bromance, kissing, throw-ups, tantrums, hunting, gaslighting, misunderstandings, dancing, twinning, cheating, manipulating, merging, winning, comebacks, improvements, icons, favorites, gays, lesbians, bisexuals, cis, cissers, dissers, rizzlers, tiktokers, tumblrs, facebookers, zoomers, boomers, true men, fake women, stealers, good charms, bad luck, copycats, boyfriend kissers, girlfriend kissers, braggers, daggers, standards, fall outs, fall guys, rippers, trippers, flippers, collapses, crashes, kidnappings, evolutions, and a bunch ton more that I'm forgetting off!"
"This 10th season, we're going all extra and big! (that's what she said)!" Chris chuckled at his terrible joke, because holy cow it was bad. He stared to head towards the cafeteria.
"They'll have to compete in some of Total Drama's most gruesome challenges, fight to survive in the wild, admit their biggest confessions in the outhouse and worst of all, they'll have to eat Chef's disgusting food!" Chris mentioned as he pointed to Chef's dishes in the table. "I don't get payed enough for this you narcissistic egoistical jerk" Chef said. "Wait, you're getting paid?" Chris asked.
"Anyways, instead of our small selected cast, we will be bringing all 100 previous contestants to compete between each other for the cash prize of not 1, not 2, not 3, not 4, not 5, not 6, not 7, not 8, not 9 but, 10 Million Dollars!" he said as he exited the cafeteria. "In about a week and two days, our campers will be arriving at the dock and will start their journey."
"Who will survive the pain? Who will be off the hook? Who will get a clue? Who will lie a fake-out? Who will find and creep? Who will seek and find? Who will be in whose team? Who will be… in my hot tub?"
Chris noticed that the hit co-host of the aftermath, Blaineley, was in his hot tub.
"How the actual heck did you got here?"
"Im a host, remember? Either way, I literally host celebrity manhunt so Im always on the look out. Anyways check this out. Discover what's going to happen, who will be the first boot and who's going to take the prize of 10 million dollars? Find out right here on Total Drama 100-"
"Okay that's enough, I'm the host."