User blog:TDIfanaric/Total Drama: Game of Life (Episode One)

Warning, readers will be subjected to scenes of gore and violence

Total Drama: Game of Life is a new fanfiction/series I have thought of. I have been wanting to create a FanFiction for a while, and what better place to post my creations than here, a community of Total Drama lovers. This FanFiction however, works solely on the basis of reader's comments. In this story, the original 22 campers will be returning, but this isn't no normal competition. The campers will be competing for their life. Each week, the losing team (or competitors) will be up for possible execution. This is where you guys come in. Every week, you will vote for one character you would like to sentence to their death. Choose wisely, as in this game, there is no returning!

Prologue: Welcome to Despair Island
“I see,” A distorted figure grumbled, “May I be gifted with the pleasure of seeing my new…” the figure paused, “Test subjects?”. Nobody dared speak up, but the sound of chairs squeaking and items being shuffled could be heard. From amongst a pile of files, a slim, metallic object was uncovered. A figure pressed lightly on a button, and the tablet lit up with a spark. In this instant, the previously dark room was bright once more. The room, a rather large, spacious room, was sectioned off with bulging, metal walls as long as the visible eye could see, however, half of the room was still enclosed in darkness. The room was bland, lacking any flair, the only items of interest was the large desk in the centre, and three chairs. One chair sat behind the desk, the other two in front, like a principal’s office. Two people dressed in red polo shirts and khaki shorts sat across the desk, fumbling nervously. Upon further inspection, they were covered in bruises and sharp, painful scratches. The other man, still under the cover of darkness, snatched the tablet forcefully and started to scroll down a list of people, his face, slightly illuminated, but unrecognisable. The man discarded of the tablet, chucking it against the wall calmly, with a chuckle. With a click of his fingers, the other half of the room became visible. Rows upon rows of lights switched on in unison, revealling a man in the center of the room, beaten and bloodied, barely alive. The man began to choke out, gasping for air. The ominous figure walked towards him avidly, pulling out a pocket knife. He began to twirl the tip of his finger around the knife, grinning maniacally. The injured man groaned in pain, as the figure grabbed him by the neck and pinned him against the wall. In one rough, brutal action, he plunged the knife into the throat of the weakened man, and with a twist and a crack, pulled it out and dropped the man to the floor. Sprawled on the cold, hard floor, the man hunched forward and began to vomit blood. As he wretched, and blood dripped down his cheek, he collapsed to the floor with a thud. And just like that, there lay the massacred, broken body of Chris Mclean. TDI=

Authors Note
Of course, this is just the prologue. Updates to come ;)