Total Drama Extreme
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Narutox?
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Author's Note
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Story Start
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The group of twenty-three campers was led to the campfire pit as Chris continued to explain the rules and set-up of the game show.

"THIS…is Camp Wawanakwa, your home for the rest of your time staying here. The campers sitting around you will be your cabin mates, your competition, and maybe even your friends. Ya dig? The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island for the longest, without getting voted off, will win…$100,000!"

"'Scuse me!" Duncan called out. "What will the sleeping arrangements be? Because I'd like to request a bunk under HER." He pointed to Heather, whose mouth dropped wide open.

"They're not co-ed are they?" Heather asked the horror still clear on her face. It looked like she was trying to avoid the urge to shiver in disgust.

"Noooo…girls get one side of each cabin, and dudes get the other." Chris explained. As much as he wanted to make them Co-ed for all the potential drama their lawyers advised against this to minimize the likeliness of the company and show being sued.

"Uh…excuse me, Kyle? Can I have a cabin with a lake view since I'm the prettiest?" Lindsay asked batting her eye lashes and trying to make use of her beauty for better accommodations.

"Okay, you are. But that's not really how it works here AND, It's Chris." The host corrected.

Katie and Sadie respectively went into an explanation about how they would just die if they were split up.

"Not my problem," Chris replied unsympathetically at the end of their little tirades.

"THIS cannot be happening." Gwen darkly grumbled as she massaged her forehead to ease the migraine that was slowly developing.

"Aw, c'mon guys! It'll be fun! It's like a big sleepover!" Owen exclaimed, grabbing Gwen and Tyler and giving them a bear hug.

"Now as I explained last time there were changes in the contracts and since most of you found it fit not to go over the revisions I'll over go over a few things briefly and anything you find yourselves unaware of it's your own fault. Do the addition of a generous partner some of the stunts have been changed immensely. We've also been able to make new additions in the staff which you'll eventually get around to meeting. Now because of the uneven number of applicants any formation of teams would be imbalanced. So the only way to fix that is with a challenge which will help shave off that extra number by tomorrow. Anyway you have half an hour to get situated with your cabin and put away your things before we continue the tour. "

The campers were led to their cabins which seemed rather cramp and plain. The cabin had 12 bunk beds, so questions regarding the bunking arrangements had focused mainly on who would have upper bunks and who would have lower. Though, the decision to put two beds together for Owen came down to two distinct factors. That Owen was huge and couldn't fit in a single bed and no one wanted to bunker under him for fear of it collapsing.

Talk about the room arrangements soon devolved into talking about the opposite sex.

"—but she's so dumb, I'm surprised she doesn't forget how to breathe. She'd be great for a fling, but as for a girlfriend not so much."

Naruto shook his head at the fickleness of the conversation. True the Lindsay girl wasn't the brightest, but she seemed nice nonetheless. "There could be more to her we don't know. Some people tend to have hidden depths, and we shouldn't be so quick to judge them." Judging someone without getting to know them was something that grated at Naruto.

"Well then, who do you think would make a great companion?"

Naruto paused and thought about it. "We only have a first impression, but I guess Bridgette is nice. She seems to have a down to earth disposition." From what he saw she seemed a friendly and relaxed person. "I guess that Courtney girl also seems ok." He shrugged. "I don't know the only thing we can really go off of right now is there looks." The conversation didn't keep up for long seeing as there wasn't much to go on besides looks.

"Attention, campers," Chris announced over the loudspeakers, "Meet me in front of your cabins, and we'll continue the orientation."

About ten minutes later, Chris brought his young charges to the washroom.

"Some of you have already discovered the communal washroom," the host began. "It has a few Bronze Age flush toilets, sinks and no-frills shower stalls. It does have hot water, sort of, but I pity anyone who happens to be taking a shower when someone turns on a faucet."

Lindsay raised her hand and Chris, anticipating the brainless beauty's question, said, "The 'communal' part means that you'll all be using the same facilities, so anyone who has a problem with that will just have to deal with it. Likewise, you'll have to work out the scheduling, if any, for yourselves."

Of course things were going to be designed to rake in any drama they can. "You may have also discovered that the cabins don't have electrical outlets. The washroom does, for those of you who use powered beauty aids. Likewise, if any of you have basic MP3 players or other types of non-communication gadgets that the producers didn't see fit to confiscate, you can charge them here.

Chris led the campers to an outhouse that had a general appearance of advanced decay. "This outhouse is very important," the host said, "and not just because it's an auxiliary toilet for when you get the runs and can't get into the washroom. The real importance of this outhouse is that this is where you will record your confessionals, which no elimination game would be complete without. You can go in there to record your innermost thoughts, or just to get something off your chest. Confessionals are a great way to get screen time, so don't be shy. Press that red button to remotely turn the camera on and again to turn it off. That's the only control you can access, because the camera's settings have been pre-optimized and we don't want you fiddling with them."

The next stop was a large tent that housed two cots and a variety of medical supplies and equipment. "This," Chris said, "is the infirmary. This is where you can come to get fixed up if one of the daily hazards of camp life gets you. In addition to treating things like burns, sprains and dislocations, which more than one of you will probably have before the game is over, we can remove porcupine quills, lance boils, set broken bones and resuscitate drowning victims; and we can also treat life-threatening allergic reactions, food poisoning, arrow wounds, bear mauling," …the list went on to the point of some of the injuries listed seemed to be rooted in the world of fantasy. "Totally routine stuff, really. It's so commonsensical it hardly seems worth mentioning, but Legal said we had to tell you. Though, while we have a couple of half-liters of blood on hand we do not have enough for a transfusion. So if you're mauled by a wild animal chances are we won't be able to help you." As Chris recited the litany of mishaps that were beyond the infirmary's capacity to set right, his usual bland smile gave way to a dazzling full smile of the sort that television news anchors use for major disaster coverage.

Chris then led the campers to a nondescript building that was larger than the washroom but smaller than the cabins.

"This," he informed them, "is the on island shop. Basically, it's an on-site convenience store. You can get all sorts of stuff here to make your lives a little easier. Now if you're wondering how you're going to have enough cash to pay for these items, , during the course of the game we'll have a board up with a list of optional challenges. These items sell in the shop can range from living convenience to minor aids during the challenges." With how often Chris changed the rules it wasn't like those items were going to be of much help anyway.

Chris led the campers away from the campsite proper, a little ways up the shore to a small building with a secondary dock.

"This," he said, "is the boathouse. This is where we store canoes, life jackets and suchlike when they're not in use, and it also serves as a general maintenance shed. You probably won't be spending a lot of time here, but a couple of challenges might bring you here."

Naruto took a peek inside and took notice of several objects. Chains, huge hooks, harpoons, and other tools used for hunting, fishing, or various other sports. The one thing he noticed of course was the scent of blood.

Finally, Chris led his young celebrities-in-the-making to what proved to be their final stop. The largest building in the camp, this could only be the main lodge. It was the most inviting-looking building the campers had seen since arriving on the island, and it appeared to be better maintained than the camp's other structures.

That was when they were introduced to the Chef. The cutout shutters slid aside, and several pairs of eyes widened at the sight of the camp chef. He was a tall, hulking, black individual, even more muscular than D.J. He appeared to have a shaved head, although his traditional chef's hat made it difficult to be certain. He also sported a deeply cleft chin and an All-Pro spitting gap in his teeth. He looked over the campers with a scowl, for his was a sour disposition not unlike Eva's. Many of the campers were taken aback at the chef's appearance.

Now addressing the entire troupe, Chris said, "This is Chef Hatchet, so called because… well, I don't want to spoil the surprise. In addition to preparing your meals, he's also my aide, so you'll see him doing support work at most of the challenges."

"Here's how it works," Hatchet said gruffly and loudly. "I make it three times a day, and you'll eat it three times a day. And I don't want to hear about 'special dietary needs'. This ain't no five star restaurant, so you eat what I give you, or you don't eat. Tonight's main course is sloppy Joes. So grab a tray, get your grub, sit your butts down, and don't give me no lip! Y'hear?"

"The teams will sit together at meals," Chris added. "Which we'll be decided tomorrow after the challenge."

The campers dutifully queued up, grabbed their buns and other peripherals, and filed passed Hatchet as he doled out the sloppy Joe filling and the sides, olive drab beans and something that probably used to be potato salad. A few campers that were regarded as skinny such as Cody or Heather. All and all the so called meal was mystery meat instead of ground beef.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Bridgette remarked with a grimace.

"Man, this looks like dog food." Tyler remarked as he poked at the slop.

"No sense in complaining. We signed up for this and unless you want to blow up all the money you brought with you on the market you might as well stomach through it." Naruto remarked as he fought past the foul smell.

"I'm a vegetarian though. I can't eat anything that once had a face." Bridgette admitted with a purse of her lips.

"Cool! Mine just moved!" Izzy cried out as she began poking at the thing with exaggerate combat strikes. "This battle is mine!"

As the campers sat, warily regarded their dinners, Geoff elected to tempt the gods. Turning toward Chris, who had returned to the lodge after a brief departure, the urban cowboy called, "Yo, my man! Can we order some pizza?"

Hatchet gave no sign that he had overheard Geoff; but as the hulking chef turned away from the common area, he abruptly swept his arm in the campers' general direction. There was a metallic glint in the air, and Geoff suddenly felt a breeze where he was not used to feeling one.

The campers, looking disconcerted, looked toward the doorway. Next to the door, a butcher knife yet quivered slightly, its point embedded in the wall. Impaled upon that knife was Geoff's hat. Only now did Hatchet look in Geoff's direction, fixing the urban cowboy with a "don't mess with me" glare.

Hatchet had extensively practiced that no-look knife throw, for he was a veteran of a currently undisclosed organization and knew well and how to get someone's attention.

The campers ate without further incident, the legendary teenager's appetite eventually overcoming any concerns about the food's uncertain origins. Conversation flowed freely as the campers got to know their teammates better and speculated on what lay ahead.

"I wonder what kind of challenge they're going to make us do tomorrow?" Bridgette asked Geoff, who was sitting opposite to her.

"I dunno," the urban cowboy replied easily. "But it's the first challenge so it can't be that hard right?"

"Way to tempt fate." Naruto remarked. "I met this Chris guy and one of the producers before during one of my film shoots and trust me for a show they're spear heading it won't be anything but painful. I'm not a fan of reality shows, but from what I hear they fix a lot of things for ratings. I'm pretty sure they'll do everything in their power to make sure we're at each other's throats."

By the time the teens began to return to their cabins, night had fallen.