User blog:EnTrey/Trey's Big, Awesome, 624 Edts Spectacular: On Ice!

Yep. I have reached 624 edits. The magic number.

First Of All
I'd like to thank all of my fans (Mom). I'd like to thank Sprink, who dealed with me on my first day on the wiki (back when I was young and immature). Thank you FHGTM, for having a cool username. Thank you Reddy, for thinking I was a sockpuppet during some of my first days on wikia, which taught me a lesson about links, and how to use them. Thank you, Jay, for actually caring about what I write. Thank you, TDIWriter, for introducing me to nuzlockes. Thank you, SG, for making Keetin win TDAntarctica, so I would win the Winners Guessing Contest. Thank you, Private Radi. *salutes* Thank you Lulu, for agreeing to do a collab with me, though we have never gotten around to doing that. Thank you, Gideon, for using big words alot. Thank you, everyone I haven't mentioned, for not crying about not being mentioned.

Sneak Peek
Here are the first few paragraphs of my new story, which will prove, that I, Trey, am a good storyteller.

Chris McLean is shown standing in front of a large building. He smiles at the camera. “Hello, viewing audience. Welcome to the newest season of Total Drama! I’m bringing back 20 contestants from our first four seasons to battle it out once again. They should be arriving any second now.” Chris looked at his watch. “Any second…”

               At that moment, a black, shady looking van came driving at a high speed towards Chris. Chris jumped out of the way just in time, and the van crashed into the building. “Here are the contestants now.” said Chris getting up. Chef got out of the driver’s seat of the van, and an unmoving intern is seen in the passenger’s seat before Chef closes the door again. Chef walked to the back of the truck, opened the doors, and pulled out Noah, who was bound and gagged.

               Noah struggled as Chef dropped him on the ground and untied him. “Where the Hell am I?” Noah yelled, as he took of his blindfold. He squinted at Chris and Chef. “Oh. It’s you two.”

               “Yep! It’s everyone’s favorite wimpy cynic! Noah!” said Chris.

               “Wow.” said Noah, standing up. As happy as I am to have that very honorable title, I have to question, WHY ME?”

               “The producers said the crowd “likes you”, or something. I don’t know why. You’re really whiny and annoying.”

               “Am not!” Noah whined.

               “Chris.” said Chef. “Another one’s waking up.”

               “Take them out, then.” Chris said.

               Chef took Gwen out of the back of the truck, and untied her, and took off her blindfold. She stared at the hosts in terror. “Really? Kidnapping!? I never thought you’d go that far!”

               “We like to mix it up, here.” Chris said, smiling sadistically.

               “So, let me guess. You’re going to torture me again?” Gwen asked sadly.

               Chris smiled. “We’re just hoping you can create some sort of love triangle again.”

               Gwen sighed. “What am I, a plot point?”

               Chris shrugged. “Basically.”

               Chef took another person out of the truck. He appeared to still be unconscious, but when Chef put him on the ground, he broke out of the rope, using his lip piercing to cut them.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt">               “Duncan!” said Gwen happily.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt">               “Gwen!” said Duncan in a serious tone. He ran to her and hugged her. “You were kidnapped by the Black Cats too?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt">               “The Black Cats? You mean that gang you don’t like?” asked Gwen.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt">               Duncan opened his mouth, but saw Chris, Noah, and Chef. “Nevermind.” he said quickly.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt">               The five people stood in silence for a moment. “So are you two gonna make out, or what?” asked Chris angrily.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt">               Both Gwen and Duncan shrugged, and they started to kiss. “Good.” Chris said. “Kissing is really good for the ratings.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt">               “If you’re looking to raise ratings for the “Creepy Pervert” demographic, may I suggest Bikini Mud Wrestling?” said Noah with a smirk.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt">               “We should use that!” said Chris, who wrote it down in a little notebook.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt">               Gwen pulled her lips from Duncan’s. “You are messed up, Chris McLean.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt">               Chris laughed. “It’s one of my best features.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt">               Gwen sighed, and went back to kissing Duncan. Chef pulled another person out of the truck. It was Eva. Chef took her blindfold off, and she saw everyone. “You guys? No way you’re keeping me here!” She broke out of the ropes, and kicked Chef in the crotch. The hulking cook let out a whimper, and fell down. She then ran at Chris, and gently touched is face.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt">               “Aargh!!!” yelled Chris, who fell to the floor. “My stubble! You touched my stubble!” Eva started to run away, but an intern came out and shot her with a blow dart.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“Oh… Sh-“ said Eva, as she fell asleep.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">Chris stood up and brushed himself. “Thank God for tranquilizers. As you can see, Eva is competing. I’m sure everyone’s very happy about that.”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“Define ‘happy’.” said Noah.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“Delight, pleased, or glad, as over a particular thing!” said a voice from inside the truck.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“I see Cameron has woken up.” said Chris. “Roll him out!”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">Chef brought Cameron out, and the contestants were shocked. He was in a giant plastic bubble.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“I thought you were out of the bubble?” said Noah, who was shocked.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“I was, but after seeing what happened to me last season, my mom put me back in.” said Cameron. “But luckily, this bubble is mobile!” Cameron took a remote control out of his pocket, and pressed a button. His bubble inched forward, painfully slowly. Cameron blushed. “It can use some… tweaking.”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“I know how to make it move faster!” said Duncan, who ran to the bubble-boy, and pushed the bubble, sending Cameron down a hill.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">Chris watched as Cameron rolled into traffic. “Can someone get him?” he asked. An intern started to run down the hill after Cameron, but was immediately hit by a car. “Someone else?” A second intern started running.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">A girl screaming is heard. “Finally, another girl.” said Gwen.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">Chef pulls Tyler out of the truck, who is still screaming like a girl. Chef unties him, and drops him.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“What happened to you?” asked Duncan, smirking.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“I woke up, and I was getting crushed by… Staci.” Tyler shuddered.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“Hey!” said Chris. “You just gave away a contestant! That’s it. Take a lap!”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“What do you mean-“

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“TAKE A LAP!”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">Tyler started to run, but tripped over a grain of sand, and went falling down the same hill Cameron did.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“Should I get him, too?” asked a female intern, to Chris.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“Nah. He’ll find his way back up.” said Chris, who was filing his nails. “But you can make me a sandwich.” said Chris, with a smirk. The intern sighed, and walked away. “Remember, mustard, not mayonnaise!” Chris turned to Chef. “Take Staci out, too. No point in waiting.”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">Chef took the plump Staci out of the truck, and threw her down the hill. She is heard screaming as she rolls down.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">“What’d you do that for?” Chris asked angrily.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt">Chef shrugged. “It’s funny.”