Total Drama Island: Duncan's Peace

Chapter 1: Not So Happy Campers (part 1)

Narrator's POV
"Yo! We're comin' at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario!" the host of Total Drama Island, Chris McLean, greeted. "I'm your host, Chris McLean. Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television right now! Here's the deal. 23 campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old summer camp. They'll compete in challenges against each other, then 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 member was down the Dock of Shame, take a ride on the loser boat, and leave Total Drama Island for good."

Then the camera changes to a view of a campfire.

"Their fate will be decided here at the dramatic campfire ceremony, where each week, all but one camper will receive a marshmallow." Chris explains. "In the end, only one will be left standing and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune, which let's face it, they'll probably blow in a week. To survive, they'll have to battle..."

Then the camera changes to a view of a forest swarming with flies.

"Black flies, grizzly bears," Chris states as a grizzly bear growls. Then the camera changes to the view of strange looking food. "Disgusting camp food."

"Hey now," the food greets the camera.

Then the camera changes back to a view of Chris.

"And each other," Chris continues. "Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of camera situated all over the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out here, right now, on Total. Drama. Island!"

Time skip brought to you by the Total Drama Island/Action theme song

"Welcome back to Total Drama Island," Chris greeted. "All right. It's time to meet our first 12 campers. We told them they'd all be staying at this five-star resort, so if they seem a little T.O.'d, that's probably why."

Then a yacht pulled up to the dock, allowing a short, brunette girl to get off.

"Beth, what's up?" Chris greeted the girl.

"It's so credulous to meet you!" Beth cheered. "Wow. You're much shorter in real life."

"Uh... Thanks," Chris replied. Then the same yacht pulled up to the dock, this time allowing a well built, African-American boy with a white beanie to get off. "DJ!"

"Yo! Chris McLean!" DJ stated. "How's it goin'? Hey, you sure you got the right place here? Where's the hot tub at?"

"Yo, dawg. This is it, Camp Wawanakwa!" Chris responded, gesturing towards the campgrounds.

"Hmm," DJ hummed. "Looked a lot different on the application form..."

The next camper was a goth looking girl.

"Hey, Gwen," Chris greeted the goth.

"You mean we're staying here?" Gwen asked.

"No, you're staying here," Chris countered, gesturing behind him with his thumb. "My crib is in airstream with A.C. that-a-way."

"I did not sign up for this," Gwen grumbled.

"Actually, you did," Chris rebutted, holding up the proper paperwork that Gwen had signed.

Before Chris knew what hit him, Gwen had grabbed the paperwork, ripped it in half, and dropped it into the lake.

"The great thing about lawyers is, they make lots of copies," Chris stated, holding up another copy of the proper paperwork.