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 Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 4:36 pm
At the center of all camp activity is the standard firepit. Not much happens during the day aside from the occasional tiki-catastrophe, but at night it really lights up. Campers get to sit on luxurious tree stumps while the greatest host ever gets the best podium. EVER. And just in case we have any -slow- people out there, the description means ME. Chris McLean. Capeesh? Each week the losing team will gather for the dramatic Campfire Ceremony, in which one of the campers will be deemed unfit for camp (and for increasing our ratings) and be sent down the Dock of Shame to the Boat of Losers. Survivors of this get a marshmallow to commemerate their success at backstabbing a fellow camper. Ahh, memories! ******* [ The Main Campgrounds ] [ The Dock of Shame ]
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 8:43 pm
Chris stood at his AWESOME log-podium, smiling and waiting patiently for the campers to take their seats. ...Well some of them. There were only so many log-stumps to go around as 'seats' but the rest could sit on the floor. It was good enough. The area was surrounded by tiki-torches, all currently ablaze so the ceremonial area was well lit.
Once the last camper had filed in and settled down the host spread out his paws and began.
"Welcome campers! Now that we're all here we can really get this show started! You see, you aren't here for summer camp, or a poetry retreat, or any of that other fancy stuff you got brochures for. Nahhh, dudes, we lied."
He snickered. There...really was something off about this one.
"No you see, your sponsors signed you up for TOTAL. DRAMA. AUDIO."
A pause...a -dramatic- one at that.
"It's a reality TV show that takes place right here in Camp Wawanakwa! Over the coming weeks you'll be pit against some of the most wicked challenges we could come up with, all for fame, fortune, and...something else.."
He paused...and for a brief moment he actually looked uneasy. But it came and went so fast most would wonder if it had ever truly been there.
"After each challenge, the losing team will come back to this very pit to vote off one of their team members. Loser takes a ride on the loser boat and doesn't come back. -EVER-. During your off time from challenges you guys are free to explore...but just ta letcha know, we aren't responsible for any -injuries- or -weird objects- found on your explorations. Capeesh?"
He stretched. Today had been a loooong day. Just needed to get the welcomes over with and then he could get some beddy-bye.
"In case you were wondering, this entire island is -covered- with secret cameras. Don't bother hunting them down..you'll never find them all. They're set to catch every moment of dramatic interaction between you campers. Oh hey, and if someone's ticking you off head on over to the Confessional Cam and let it all out! Just ah...don't use it as a bathroom okay dudes? It's already been cleaned up once and I'd -really- like if we don't have to send the interns back in there again. Sheesh."
Chris shook his head. They lost such good interns that way.
"Alright dudes, let's just get through some of the more -boring- stuff, then onto your team signups and a special word from Chef, and then we're done for the night!"
What the..?
~Why won't you tell us what we win? : Because it's part of camp plot dude. FAME. FORTUNE. AND SOMETHING ELSE. You'll see, I promise D:
~Explore? What do you mean? : I mean RPing is a good thing and you should do as much of it as you can. The areas are set up for you to move around and RP. Explore enough and you may find certain opportunities opening up for you.
~Can we make threads? : Why yes you can! Feel free to make threads, just please state in the first post -what- location you guys are in and -who- is RPing. It makes it easier for us to ah..reward you.
~Can we request RP with the staff? : WHY YES. If you wish for the -awesome- Chris to grace your RP with his presence just toss a PM to his account. Never know what might happen~ Oh yeah...you can PM Chef Hatchet too.
~Challenges? D8 : Yes, challenges. You'll see when they happen dude, but trust me..it'll be obvious when one is going on.
~I want to be on a different team! : TOO BAD. Team rosters are not changing. Deal :3
Oh and just as a note...no you may not RP your other Audio or sponsor characters here. STAFF + APPROVED CAMPERS ONLY. We see you sneaking in others, we'll boot you ourselves. Consider yourself -warned-.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 8:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 8:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 8:46 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 8:47 pm
Once Chris had finished his speech, semi-hidden interns dressed in black used reflective white boards to illuminate another part of the firepit. After a brief pause, someone cursed and switched on a floodlight, revealing a boxy shape hidden beneath a thick canvas. Chris strode over to this and whisked it off, revealing... god, what the hell?
It was, honestly, a somewhat shoddy box painted in gaudy red. A hole was missing from part of it and within it was painted a small scene... Oh s**t, is this a puppet show?!
Before any camper could move to run away, two figures popped up from beneath the stage area. Well, figures as in two socks, one white and another a patched green. The campers in the front row leaned a little away from the box -- apparently someone hadn't done laundry in some time. The white sock had a cute little bow that one of the campers could recognize as belonging to them, but the menacing googly-eyes on both socks made them think otherwise about reclaiming it.
The two "puppets" faced each other, then the audience, and gave a small bow before beginning. "OH EDWAAARD!" the white belladonna of a bow-wearing sock sock said with a drawl, "AH JUS' CAN' STOP THINKIN ABOUT YEWW~"
"BELLA! AH CAN'T STOP THINKIN' ABOUT YEW EITHER!"
What happened next could only be summarized, as campers were entranced in a horrified way as the sock puppets went through the movements of courting, dating, and something rather explicit that would have made Total Drama Audio into Total Drama Never*. At the very end of it, the two socks faced the audience and bowed, before Chef Hatchet lunged up and towards the campers from where he had acted the entire thing, roaring:
"NAOW YEW KNOW WUT NOT TO DO, MAGGOTS! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT MIXIN' MUSIC UNLESS YEW USE RUBBERS YA GOT IT?!
And with that, Chef returned to his hidey-hole, picked up the puppet stage, and disappeared into the night with Chris smirking and following after. God, was that a spring in his step?!
...Campers will remember this night forever.
* Unless it was pirated and made avalible on really obscure Swedish sites on the internet.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 10:20 pm
Lorna had moved in and settled down by the campfire, bags close to her and her M&M's stored in one of the side pockets so they wouldnt fall everywhere, she sghed, listening to Chris and Hachet and was in no mood to even bat an eye lash at what was going on, she just decided to keep warm by the fire till she was told she could go, thankfully, since she was sure Chris wanted his beauty sleep , this shouldnt last to long, she just had to put up with this for a few moments more before she could go to sleep herself.
((EDIT: SO love the certs guys! ^^))
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 10:26 pm
Promethius, upon entering the area, immediately got the feeling that this was not a place he wanted to be. That throught was confirmed, as their esteemed host explained things to them. He took in all the information with a calm nod. Well,...camp or no, it was a chance to get to know one another - something he had been longing to do. And yet, despite that, he still found himsefl facing an overbearing shyness. Sigh.
All was well though, untill FOMG!? WTF!? What the hell, etc. That,..puppet show,...left the sullen audeo twitching one of his eyes, ears folded flat. Disturbing. DIS-TURB-ING.
After the initial wtf, Promethius figured it was just a precurser to what disturbing things lay ahead.
(( psssst, my cert image doesn't work. >,> ))
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 10:27 pm
 Jesus christ, were they SERIOUS? Scowling more than she'd thought possible, Annabel stared in disbelief at the spot where Chef and Chris had been. They were on a reality show. This entire thing was a scam, and they were on a GODDAMNED ISLAND IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, ON A REALITY SHOW.
Oh good god, she was going to kill someone. Frustration turning to an outright smile, the punkish Audio took a moment to swear violently, burying her face in her paws. Jesus christ, she'd been tricked, and now she was stuck here. With all these crazy goddamned motherf-
No. No. She wasn't going to overreact more than she already had. Doing her best to repress what anger she was feeling, Annabel scanned the group for someone she knew- Ariel, it would seem, was the first to be in her sights. Still bristling with anger, she hurried over, light and quick on her paws.
"I know we're on different teams," she spoke lowly and quietly, voice still borderline growling, "but I'm in this to survive more than win. And, seeing as you're not a dumbass, I'm hoping the same for you." Clearing her throat a bit, Annabel glanced around to make sure nobody else was listening in- if a camera heard, so what? Just so long as the other 'campers' didn't, she'd be fine.
"So here's an idea. We still stick together, and try to survive this hellhole as long as possible? Just to get the chance at fame, and make this as miserable for Chris as possible. We can compete in competition and whatever, even snark in free-time if that's your thing," She gestured a paw idly at this.
"But I think we need to stick together. If you're up for it, you wanna scout the island with me? Find anything we might be able to use, and see what we're in for?"
Sobering slightly to seem less intimidating, Annabel sighed.
"I.. please. I really think you could help me out, and we might not kill each other. Because, I think you're one of the few Audio I don't totally hate to start off."
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 10:35 pm
 Kelly seriously prayed to high heaven and the God of Gucci that she would not be stuck with anyone that she wouldn't be seen dead with in school, but she highly doubted it. She sat down gingerly on one of the stump chairs, swishing her tail out of the way.
She gaped slightly as Chris went off. Her ears had perked at the mention of fame, fortune and something else but knowing she had to do it with a team that comprised of well....let's not go there. She rubbed a paw across her forehead, careful to not mess her hair even in aggravation. Maybe not all of them would be impossible to deal with?
When the puppet show commenced, she wrinkled her nose as if someone had barfed in front of her. Like she'd even think of mixing it up with anyone here! Not to mention she'd never risk losing her fabulous figure over a few minutes of sweat. "Just...just ewww."
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 10:38 pm
 Alex had just arrived and when she woke up on the dock, she saw a bunch of lights coming from this area. "Well...I guess Im at camp..." She said, rubbing her butt. "Crappy way of getting us here though." She grumbled as she snagged her bag and made her way over to the firepit. Sitting down and looking at all the other campers, she felt kind of outnumbered and somewhat shy seeing as she was one of the very last to arrive. Suddenly, this guy popped out of nowhere and startled her. Once he explained what was going on it all made sense...all but the dart in the butt, that would never make sense. 'I think I want to kill my SPONSER' she thought to herself while looking at the team rosters. "Huh, so Im a shark...cool! Wonder who these other people are...Guess I'll find out soon."
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 10:38 pm
 Jay stood grinning. "The Gnashing Beavers? Cool! Seems way better than the other two! And hey, I got onto the GREEN TEAM!"
"Wait...." Jay looked over the team lists. The two friends she did make were on different teams. Each on their own, apparently. "WHAT?!" No, this was so wrong! Of course, new friends were always welcome but... She wasn't one for backstabbing. Spite, sure. But backstabbing was a big no-no.
Sighing, she looked at her team, forcing a smile. "We're so winning this, guys!" And as she looked around, she could see this was true. The mechanic, two geeks, that cute green boy, and many other talented Audios. "Woaaaw."
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 10:42 pm
It wasn't just a camp? Rosalina thought, her eyes narrowing slightly. Many, many more people were seeing this, and they were going to have to go through challenges?
Well well well, this summer was going to be more fun than she thought.
The teen merely settled for a look of confusion upon her face as she listened carefully to Chris's words. It was better to understand everything he was saying now then have to ask someone else about it later. She didn't have to wait long for her name, however, as her group was announced. The Killer Sharks. How....very apt.
What caught her attention however, was that there was another camper called Rosa in the same team as her. How interesting, Rosalina thought, scanning all the others while wondering who this other girl was.
She was soon distracted by Chef's little performance, and Rosalina watched it in amusement, fighting back giggles in case he would come over and make her deaf.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 10:42 pm
Swallowing hard, Ariel glanced away from the 'puppet show' with her ears laid flat. These people were INSANE. Sure, WoW got its share of crazy, but...this...this beat the day she spent a good two hours arguing with some griefer in general chat when he wouldn't leave some poor hunter alone. Just because that rare was worth an achievement, it didn't matter that the hunter had been spending weeks to track it.
Thoughts interrupted by Annabel's approach, she listened carefully before nodding. "A group will survive more easily than trying to solo, if we pick our party carefully. And knowing something for strategy is better than going in blind."
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 10:45 pm
 Retching and doing his best to keep breakfast down, Bobby sauntered out of the Mess Hall following the noise to the Central Campfire. The Cool Audio remained standing to one side, afraid that he might have to make a dash for the bushes if the food tried to bungee jump.
Outwardly, he looked totally interested in what Chris had to say. Secretly he was praying that he'd be put on the team with Kelly, so he could spend more time getting to know her... but then they posted the teams and his heart stopped. The cheerleader was on the team with the Pyro, so to get near to her, he'd have to be around his arch-enemy. Bobby just shrugged and decided to make the most of it. Maybe he'd make some cool new friends, and at least this summer camp would be something cool to talk about, not just the usual boring ones.
As the puppet show started, Bobby almost lost his food again, from embarassment. Getting tail had always seemed so beautiful, like a long, slow sunrise... but now it took every bit of self-control he had to keep his food down. As soon as the fireside broke up, he decided to head over to the cabin and find out who his teammates were.
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