User blog:KarpToEndAllKarps/Total Drama: Misfit Mayhem Episode 3

“Last time on Total Drama: Misfit Mayhem.

It was arts and crafts day at the camp as our campers tried to sculpt something out of this dump. The Eagles came up victorious thanks to a surprising decision by a completely unbiased judge. The Arrows ended up tossing John, who has been sending me some… colorful hate mail. Cool dartboard, by the way. Who’ll get butthurt at me today? Find out by watching Total! Drama! Misfit Mayhem!”

It was midnight at the camp when Chris sounded the air horn. His voice came over the intercom. “Get your butts to the mess hall. If you don’t make it in 15 minutes, you go home right now.” Everyone rapidly got up and dashed to the cafeteria. In the darkness, Kyle tripped and fell, skinning his knee. Brutus approached him. “Hey, your knee looks pretty bad! You need a hand?” Kyle looked at him, dubious. “No, I’ll be alright.”

Conf: Brutus was chewing on his thumb. “Kyle doesn’t trust me: that’s clear as daylight. He has to be dealt with.” He turned to the camera dramatically. “Immediately.”

Meanwhile, Bianca shoved Alexis into a ditch, which she crawled out of quickly and threw Bianca into. Luna stopped Dennis from falling, while Joanne and Alice conversed. In the end, everyone made it in time.

Chris had his trademark massive smile on. “Hope you guys had a good night's sleep, it’ll be all you get for 24 hours.”

Conf: Mary looked awful. “How are those weird farm-girls still alive? Without my beauty-sleep, I can barely function enough to tell people to follow me on Instagram!”

“Today’s challenge involves two of the most evil things in the world: sleep deprivation and extreme sports.” Chris laughed. “This is gonna be <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">wicked! <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">” In the darkness, Brutus slipped over to Lil. “Kyle already doesn’t trust me. What should we do?” Lil smiled. “Don’t worry, I have this under control.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Conf: Lil chuckled. “Something goes wrong and he runs to me like a lapdog. Ha! This’ll be a cakewalk.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Conf: Brutus smiled. “If I appear as a non-threat to Lil, she’ll wait much longer to betray me.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“Today,” Chris explained “you’ll be running a 5k over rough terrain in the dark. First team to get all seven members across the finish line wins, but if <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">anyone <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">falls asleep, their team <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">will <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">be disqualified. The challenge starts… NOW!” The contestants dashed through the forest. Lil ran over by Bianca. “Hey, did you see that Alexis brat flirting with Kyle?” Bianca grunted. Lil pretended to get an idea. “Dude, getting rid of Kyle would be hilarious!” Bianca agreed, then ran ahead.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Conf: Lil laughed. “Seriously, nobody on this island can stop me! The only one even close to my level of intelligence is Brutus, and I practically own him.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">As teams grew closer to the finish line, Joanne and Dennis were falling behind. Dennis, desperate to stay in the game, increased his speed, and ended up falling.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Bianca shoved down Kyle, who quickly got up and continued running.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Luna was approaching the halfway point.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Chris sighed. “I really expected this challenge to be more exciting. I was expecting some dr-” Mary let out a blood-curdling scream. Chris smiled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The camera cut to Mary, who had fallen and got a grass stain on her skirt. She got up, moving very slowly and very carefully towards the finish line.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Conf: Mary was panicking. “One slip-up and we could have a <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">real <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">emergency.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">As Mary fell to the back of the pack, Luna could finally see the finish line, and made it across without an issue. As time went on, more and more people made it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The camera cut to Dennis, Joanne, Mary, Kyle, and Bianca. It was clear that one of these folks would lose the challenge for their team, but which one?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Dennis picked up speed and crossed the finish line, earning a high-five from Luna. Joanne tried to match his pace, but ended up falling over. Mary was waddling closer and closer to the finish line, but Joanne crossed it first.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The three remaining were within grasp of the finish line when Bianca subtly tripped Kyle and sprinted to the finish line, crossing it. Mary walked across, leaving Kyle behind to lose the challenge for the Streaking Arrows. He tried to argue that it was Bianca’s fault, not his, but apparently none of the campers saw it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">At the campfire ceremony, Chris was holding the marshmallows. “The safest of the safe are Luna, Matthew, Dennis, and Brutus, all with no votes. Alexis is also safe with one vote.” Upon catching her marshmallow, she turned towards Bianca with an offended look. Bianca shrugged dismissively and said “Wasn’t me.” Brutus stood up. “Really? Doing that to someone is one thing, but lying about it is even worse.” Chris loudly cleared his throat. “And the final marshmallow goes to… Bianca, with one vote! Which leaves Kyle marshmallow-less and going home.”  The camera cut to Kyle in the Cannon of Shame. “Don’t trust Bia-” Chris interrupted him by firing, which at this point didn’t surprise anyone.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Conf: Brutus laughed. “Bianca and Alexis are both pretty threatening opponents. By putting them at each other's throats, I’ve effectively guaranteed one of them goes home.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Chris addressed the camera. “Which idiot is the idiot-ist? Only time will tell. And you should spend that time watching Total! Drama! Misfit Mayhem!”