LIKE, 7:55 PM OR SOMETHING
SANDY SHORES OF CANNIBALDEATHKILLMURDER ISLAND
Harold steps into the crowd of people waiting for the hosts to investigate the mysterious flying circus tent landing in the middle of the death island. I guess. It uh... It sounded less dumb in my head. No it didn't, it sounded exactly as stupid. Dumber infact. Well anyways, after a small moment more of silence, Leshawna exclaims "WHY ARE WE WAITING FOR THE HOSTS? LET'S JUST GO I-" Suddenly, the extreme sheen of huge, reflective eyeballs and freshly dyed blue hair immediately vaporizes Jeff. Literally. He's dead. Geek interrupts Leshawna by bellowing "TOO LATE, LOSER!" Leshawna quickly responds, muttering, "ah, christ..."
Geek and Charles lead the gang through the woods, towards the soft, blue glow of the tent's mechanical looking pitching strings. Arriving at the door to the tent, the blue glow showering them in highlights. Geek and Charles stop walking for a second and... play rock paper scissors for who opens it. The rest of the campers can't see it but what they CAN hear is Geek telling "AGH, TWO OUTTA TH- JUST KIDDING" and swing open the drape based doors to find, well... Harold. But not HAROLD harold... no, this wasn't him. Something was.... off... probably the CRT tv smashed over his head, the smashed in glass revealing an eyeless face with a klown nose. Yeah maybe that.
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TOTALLY DRAMATIC NONSENSE: ISLAND OF THE LIVING (NOT DONE)
FanfictionA small group of TDI alumni are sent back to the island to partake in a new, dangerous Total Drama Island. Fortunately Chris immediately dies, being replaced with the self insert backup hosts who must lead the gang through a hijacked alien ship and...
