User:DestructiveMilkshake/ep1

“Yo! We’re coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario. I’m your host, Chris McLean! Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television, right here, right now!” Chris announced as he walked down the dock.



“Here’s the deal: twenty-seven campers have signed up to spend two and a half months of their summer right here at this crusty, crummy old summer camp. They’ll compete in challenges against each other, then will have to face the judgement of their fellow campers. Every three days, one team will either win a reward, win nothing, or watch one of their team members walk down the Dock of Shame, take a ride on the Boat of Losers,” Chris chuckled. “And leave Total Drama Island, for good.”



“Their fate will be decided here,” Chris chimed as he moved to a clearing with several tree stumps and a sign. “at the dramatic campfire ceremonies, where every three days, all but one camper will receive…”



Chris paused to grab a twig and take a bite of the marshmallow that it impaled. “A marshmallow. In the end, only two will be left standing to battle it out to win.” Chris tossed the twig behind him, and continued by appearing back at the dock. “Their reward for victory will be cheesy tabloid fame, and a small fortune of one hundred thousand dollars, which let’s face it, they’ll probably blow in a week. Maybe less.”



“To survive, they’ll have to battle black flies, grizzly bears, disgusting camp food, and… each other. Every moment will be caught by one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp, which will catch every last second of their wacky shenanigans and fights.”



The camera finally returned to the Dock of Shame where Chris stood, grinning a smile with his pearly white teeth. “Who will crumble under the pressure? Who will win? Who will be the first one picked off? Find out here, right now, on: TOTAL! DRAMA! ISLAND!”



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Dear Mom and Dad I'm doin' fine,

'' You guys are on my mind.''

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Welcome back to Total Drama Island! Alright, now it’s time to meet our first thirteen campers. We told them they’d all be staying at a five-star resort,” the host mentioned. “So if they seem a little PO’d, that’s probably why. Anyways, with that out in the open, it’s time to meet our first camper: Sierra!”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Sierra appeared at the end of the dock with her one rolling bag of luggage, and after seeing the host she squealed and rushed over to him.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“O-M-G, it’s really you! THE Chris McLean! I am SO excited to meet you, especially after watching your most recent movie, “Bad Boy Billy”, oh my gosh, your hair was SO fab!“ The rather unsettling fangirl then took a big sniff above the host’s head. “You smell better than I ever imagined…”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“That’s nice,” Chris stated in a bugged manner as he used his hands to clap shut Sierra’s mouth. “What would be nicer is if you stopped your, uh, yabbering. I’d appreciate if you stood over there,” Chris jutted his thumb behind him, “Where the campers are supposed to go..”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Sierra sighed and walked over to the other far end of the dock, giggling and ogling the host the entire journey there.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Any-whoo, let’s meet our next camper, Dakota!”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“You weren’t promised anything. You would’ve known this if you were to, y’know, read your contract. Welcome to Wawanakwa!” The host responded with a smug grin.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“I’ll be taking that.” Chris said as Dakota grew a horrified expression on her face. “No outside communication until the end of the season. You’ll get it back once your time on the island is over, but for now, this phone is mine.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Dakota grumbled as she walked over to the other end of the dock. Dakota just folded her arms and stood silently next to Sierra as the next camper’s boat arrived.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Hey, it’s really nice to meet you!” Zoey said as she shook Chris’s hand. “I am so excited to be here and meet you and the others!”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“That’s good for you, I guess. Stand over there by the others.” Chris pointed to the end of the dock where a leering Sierra and a still-pouting Dakota stood.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Okay…” the indie girl responded while she walked over to the other girls. “Hey, I’m Zoey! What are your names?” Neither girl responded as they were preoccupied with either ogling Chris or grumbling. “Oh… I guess I’ll just stand here then.” she said awkwardly.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Next up is Brick!” Chris said as Brick marched across the dock.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Brick MacArthur reporting for duty, sir!” he shouted in an ecstatic manner as her marched across the dock to the other campers.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“That enthusiasm might go away soon…” Chris murmured.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Brick heard the sound and stopped his march. “What?”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">The cadet just continued his march over to the others and quickly greeted them. “Pleasure to meet you, ma’ams!” he saluted.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“It’s nice to meet you too!” Zoey replied as she moved to shake his hand, only to be interrupted by Sierra.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“But right now, I have my sights set on someone else. A suave, sexy man with quite the dangerous side if you know what I mean, huhah.” Sierra returned her gaze at Chris and licked her lips, causing a disturbed Brick to move over to stand near Zoey. The next boat arrived seconds after, and Chris continued his established routine.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Don’t get so overconfident already, jockstrap,” Jo snorted as she also arrived off the boat. “I for one am ready to take you and all of these losers on.” The jockette looked around and raised an eyebrow at Chris. “You sure this dump is the place?”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Jo rolled her eyes and joined the other campers. “Meh.” She quickly noticed Brick preparing to speak to her, but just as quickly put an end to it. “Stay out of my way if you value your kiwis, got it?” Brick grimaced and shuffled away to more friendly company.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“B! Silent B! The B-Man! B-J! Wait, scratch the last one. Anyways, welcome B and Beardo!”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">B cooly stepped on the dock, and stepped over without a word to join the group forming on the end of the dock. Beardo followed him while making a trumpet fanfare noise from his mouth, and shyly saying “Hi.” to the other campers.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Next up are Sam and Sky!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Sky walked down the dock waving at the group. “Hey! I can’t wait to compete with you all!” She filled in the gap between Brick and Jo, and quickly pulled out a pack of gum and began to chew. “Want some gum?” she offered Jo.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Pfft, I’m gonna have to decline that offer, Mary Lou.” Jo shut her down. “I don’t take hand outs, especially hand outs from the competition. Why don’t you ask boom box over here or Jock-strap, I’m sure they’d love your gum.”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Does that gum have protein in it?” Lightning perked up.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“No, but it does have several performance enhancing vitam-“

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Gimme that!” Lightning grabbed the packet of gum and shoved it into his mouth with the gum still in the wrapper. Sky furrowed her brow at the display and continued to chew her gum.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Yo, Sam!” Chris said as Sam finally began to walk across the dock, entranced in the portable game system he was holding in his hands. His attention was not shifted from the console until Chris unceremoniously snatched it up in the same manner as he had taken Dakota’s cell phone.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Hey! I was just about to defeat the dungeon and save!” the gamer complained.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Sucks to be you then.” Chris replied. “No electronic devices till you’re off the island dude.”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Aww…” Sam complained before slinking off to the other campers.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“You have to be more secretive with your electronics,” Sierra told him after he had approached the group. “I have my main phone, back-up phone, and back-up-back-up phone, but I’m gonna wait until we get to camp to pull them out.”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “I suppose that I need to be playing them less in the open. Luckily I still have my 2TS, Vstation Lyfe, and one of those little games you get at the fast food places in my-.”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Ahem,” Chris interrupted. “Say hello to Dave!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Hey guys.” Dave greeted as he started strolling along the dock with his bag of luggage. He quickly stopped and observed the camp and dock, and shivered. “Chris, are you sure the dock has been properly inspected? The last thing I need is to fall into that filthy lake water, or get an infection from the dirty surface of the wood!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“This dock is as stable and as clean as we can manage.” Dave relaxed his expression before Chris mumbled, “without using any money.” Dave’s face gained an expression of horror, before he pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer and applied it to his hands, walking to the other campers. He glanced at each one, before stepping away after noticing Sam wipe his nose.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Dude, are you alright?” Sam asked him.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Y-yeah just… use this next time?” he pulled out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Sam, who promptly blew his nose on it while managing to get a small amount of snot on Dave, who began to tremble.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Nice to see our campers have already begun to get along. Anyways, welcome Amy and Samey!!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Both of the twins stepped off the boat, with Samey carrying large bags of luggage in both hands and Amy already walking over to the others.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Uh, my name is Sammy?“ Samey meekly responded.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Amy says everyone calls you Samey, what with you being the second twin and all.” the host countered.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Well, um, yes, but my real name is-“

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Oh my GAG Samey, quit being such an embarrassment and just shut up for once” Amy snarled at Samey. “You’re already enough of an embarrassment in real life, quit harassing everyone on the island!” Samey merely sighed and continued to walk over to the other campers with Amy.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Another boat pulled up dropping off two more campers.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Anne Maria and Staci everyone!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Both of the girls were standing at one end of the dock, with Staci being the one talking to the other. “Yah, and my great-great-great aunt invented the boat engine, before that they just had to move the boats by paddling with their hands, and paddling was invented by my great-great-great-great-great grandfather, and before him the boats just floated there and didn’t move at all, yeah. Oh that reminds me of my fifth cousin thrice-removed, who invented the floatation device, before him people just thrashed in the water and-“

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Staci’s ramblings were cut of by Anne Maria aiming a can of hair spray at her, and before the compulsive liar could continue, she was choking in a cloud of noxious fumes and quickly passed out.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“She’s been like that for hours. You’ll thank me, don’t worry.” The fake-tanned Italian girl then began to move over to the group of teens. “Now, three more coats oughta' do it.” She sprayed the hairspray at her hair, and arrived near the others with a screen of hairspray around her, causing several of the campers to burst out coughing.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Now, for camper number 15, let’s welcome Alejandro!” Chris announced yet again.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“I cannot express how much of a pleasure it is to be here,” Alejandro mused as he walked over to Chris and gave him a fist bump.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Great to have you dude.” the host replied.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">The Latin teen sauntered over the the big group of campers and high-fived Brick. “Greetings my friends, I hope from here we can all have a true bonding experience! I simply cannot wait to know each and every one of you.” All 8 of the conscious females, including Jo, were swooning from the moment they caught sight of him and his smile stepping onto the dock, and his greeting had caused a few of them to even begin to blush.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“H-hi! I’m Zoey!” Zoey stated as she reached out her hand. “I hope we can be friends!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“That hope is shared, mi flor.” Alejandro grabbed her hand and knelt down, plopping a kiss on it and causing Zoey’s cheeks to go into a deep blush.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Bada bing, baby.” Anne Maria swooned, before slapping Zoey’s hand away from Alejandro. “Hot stuff is mine, back off you tramp!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Hey!” Zoey quickly countered. “Find your own man!” Zoey quickly placed her hand on her mouth upon realizing the mistake that she had said.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Yeah!” Dakota shrieked at Anne, who had pulled out her can of hairspray ready to go into battle.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Ladies, this fighting is unnecessary would you not say?” Alejandro quickly intervened. “My heart has not yet been captured by one, but I am truly grateful for each and every one of you.”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">The women all swooned once again, with only Sierra and Jo not joining with them. “He is so overrated by these girls, IMO.” she whispered to Jo. “Like, he’s cute, but not HOT like Chris. Chris was a killer even in his middle-school days with his adorable hair split-“

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Yeah, we get it Stalker-erra. You like Chris.” Jo rolled her eyes. “Speaking of which… Chris, can we just move on to the next loser already?”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Okay, whatever. Meet Cameron and Scarlett!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">The two brainiacs appeared on the end of the dock, with Scarlett quietly organizing her bags and Cameron observing the lake and dock in awe. “A real lake!” Cameron shouted. “I think I see a bird!” His suspicion was confirmed when one of the birds flying overhead released a bomb that hit the target that was Cameron’s head square on. The bubble-boy screamed and fell into the lake, and Jo laughed at her misfortune.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“I assume that you are going to attempt to alleviate his malaise?” Scarlett asked Chris as she picked up her bag and carried it on her back across the dock.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Don’t look at me, last time I checked he hadn’t set foot on the island yet.”

“Guys, he could be seriously hurt!” Sky complained as she grabbed up Cameron’s hand and pulled him back up the dock.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Samey, you should’ve helped him back up.” Amy asserted.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“But Sky is strong-“ Samey stuttered, before Amy interrupted her yet again.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> “No buts. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Samey merely sighed as Sky and Cameron rejoined the group and Chris announced the next arrivals.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Sugar and Leonard everyone!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“I bet y'all won’t believe this!” Sugar enthusiastically shouted. “One of these here campers is a ''wizard!” ''

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“That’s right,” Leonard lisped. “I am a level 87 warlock with optimized mana storage! I can cast many spells!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Mana? Is that some kind of meat?” Lightning inquired, causing the campers around him to roll their eyes.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Anyways, I can’t wait to compete in this here pageant!” Sugar announced as she strutted along to the other campers, quickly glaring at Dakota and pouting to the latter’s confusion.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Next, Dawn!” Chris exclaimed, before the boat left leaving no camper in sight. “Uh, I guess we can go on to the next camper then…”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Greetings!” Dawn smiled. Chris jumped up from the surprise, and Dawn then thoroughly looked at the man and frowned. “I can tell that you have a LOT of unresolved childhood issues. I suggest seeing a therapist as soon as possible.”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">The campers all merely snickered as Chris began to stammer as Dawn continued to stare at him, before the moon child seemingly floated away to the other campers, standing near Brick and Amy.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Augh! Witch! Samey, switch spots with me! Now!” Samey merely sighed as she moved places with Amy.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Nice to meet you ma’am!” Brick saluted Dawn. Dawn gave him a piercing stare before replying.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“I see that you have a lot of issues surrounding your abusive childhood and the absence of a fatherly figure in your life.” Dawn told Brick. Brick quickly began to sweat, but Dawn quickly followed up. “But you have one of the purest souls here, and your lovely sky blue aura suits you!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Urgh, thanks?” Brick replied.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Hey, you can read auras? Can you read mine?” Zoey approached her as Alejandro and Scarlett took steps back.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Dawn smiled at Zoey. “Indeed-“

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Enough with the lovey-dovey-ness! Welcome Jasmine and Rodney!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">Another boat pulled up and dropped the two off, with Rodney babbling incoherently and staring at a clearly unsettled Jasmine.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“The dingo’s been like that all day, I’m not entirely sure what’s been up with him.” Jasmine stated, as Rodney continued his babbling and the two walked over to the other campers.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Let’s welcome Shawn the paranoiac and Mike the m-“

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“MANGLER!” Mike shouted. “I am, er, Mike the mangler, hehe. Don’t get into a fight with me. Or I’ll screw you up. Because I’m a mangler. Not anything else.”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“…okay?” Chris stated as Mike walked over to the other campers and stood next to Zoey and Dawn. Dawn raised her eyebrow at Mike, and Mike looked nervously back at her.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Please tell me that there aren’t any zombies on this island,” Shawn nervously asked the host.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Last time I checked, no there were not.” Chris replied.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“I guess I’ll trust you for now… but I am not letting my guard down. That’s how they get your brains dude, when you slip up and get comfortable.” Shawn quickly rolled away from a bewildered host and over to the 24 other teens.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Uh… ok then. Let’s welcome our last two campers, Scott and Topher!” Chris told the 25 teens.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“And after that, we stabbed ‘em and put ‘em on the grill!” Scott told a clearly uncomfortable Topher who quickly scurried away over to Chris. “Whatever,” he snorted. “It was just some stray cat we found hiding under the trailer. Not like I killed mu own pet.” The farm boy turned to the other campers and sneered at them. “I guess this is gonna be like taking candy from a baby.” he laughed.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Wait, babies eat candy?” a confused Cameron asked. “But the numerous amounts of toxins and chemicals in candy could seriously hinder its cognitive development!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“It’s an expression doofus.” Scott mocked Cameron as he went up to stand beside him.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Yah,” Staci chattered as she got back up from the dock. “My great-great-great Uncle Hershey invented candy. Before him there were no cavities or happiness, yah.”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Someone please tell me she is not at dis again!” Anne Maria wailed as she pulled out her hairspray once more and approached the brunette.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Chris!” Topher shouted after he ran up to meet him. “It is an honor to meet THE Chris McLean himself! I adore you, and I aspire to model my life after yours! I recently saw your figure skating show, nice work!” Topher noticed that Sierra was hatefully staring at him and Chris, but ignored her and smiled at the host once more.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Thanks man, I knew I rocked that!” Chris shook Topher’s hand and the pretty boy walked over to the other campers. “It’s nice to see the producers picked a young man with such good taste.”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“I saw that,” Zoey explained to the other campers. “One of the guys dropped his partner and won immunity that week!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Is that how they win immunity in shows like this in Canada?” Jasmine inquired.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Uh, no they don’t. At least I hope not.” Zoey responded to a worried Jasmine.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Even if they do, I can always cast a mending spell,” Leonard chimed into the two’s conversation.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Can you cast a mending spell for my tummy?” Sugar complained. “I’m STARVIN’, I could eat a raccoon! Are we finna’ eat, Chris?”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Speaking of ‘finna’, it’s about time we finish off the introductions and get the group photo for the promos!” the host shouted ecstatically.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">All 27 campers got in their various positions on the other side of the dock and prepared for the host to take their photo.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Yah, my great-great-great-great aunt Sheila invented posing for photos, before then everyone just stood around in the pictures like super awkwardly and boringly, yah.”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“I’m pretty sure posing for photos was invented with the photos.” Sky told her, causing her to frown.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Okay!” Chris called out. “One, two, three-oops!” The campers frowned at Chris. “Okay, forgot the lens cap, anyways, one, two- oh wait, card’s full.”

“Hurry up already!” Amy exclaimed. “My shins are tired!”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:13px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:11px;line-height:normal;font-family:Verdana;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(58,58,58);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">“Got it!” Chris shouted at the relieved cast. “Okay, everyone say, Wawanakwa!”

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