User blog:Rhonda the stalker fan!/Hooray, I Made 5000 Edits!

So apparently I made 5,000 edits the other day! I think that deserves a little self-congratulatory celebrating.



I’d make a joke that I could’ve probably done it sooner if I didn’t have as many hiatuses, but honestly? That’s too much a bummer. Is everything perfect? Of course not, nothing is. But I feel good right now. I’m happy with how Genesis is going. I’m enjoying the stories I read here. I’m glad I got 5,000 edits.

I’ve been meaning to make a blog for a bit since I’m trying to be more active on the wiki. Going to go over some schedule stuff, but first wanted to give a quick shout-out.

Thanks to everyone who has supported me since I’ve joined the wiki. Thanks to any readers of fanfics, including those of you I don’t know (I see Genesis getting some views, I know you’re there).

I want to especially thank four people for reading Genesis; Gideon, Zac, Toad, and Dekneese. Your comments in the fan favorite votes were extremely sweet <3 I appreciate all the support you’ve given Genesis recently. Thank you!!!

Update/Schedule
So where have I been? Honestly the reason I was quiet this summer is my car was dying and I needed money. I took a lot of shifts at work. A LOT.

School is starting soon so I’m hoping I’ll still be active, but this is my senior year at college so it’ll either be really hard or really easy (leaning towards the former so far). Still, I got some things done I’ve been meaning to.

Total Drama Genesis is almost done with FOUR chapters left. I’ll post a blog more in-depth about what’s next for it once it ends. My plan was to post two chapters in August and two chapters in September, but since August is almost over…probably not happening.

I want to post at least two chapters in September, even if I manage to get out the next chapter before August ends. I’d say by Halloween, Genesis should be over. Of course this is subject to change; school work comes first. Stay in school kids.

After Genesis, I am going to start a new story. You may have noticed I'm gearing up for it. I feel like I've grown as writer since Genesis and still have plenty ideas. Plus, I just like writing Total Drama fanfics.

More on the story when Genesis does end, but I feel like a milestone blog like this needs something extra. So, I'm going tease Genesis 2. I've been writing bits here and there to get a feel for the characters. So I chose six contestants randomly to preview with their audition tapes. Hope you like it!

Audition Tapes
We see a big red curtain. The camera peeks through, revealing a huge performance hall. The packed audience is giving a standing ovation. Standing forward under a spotlight is a tall actress. She bows a final time as roses are tossed at her feet. She dunks behind the red curtain, stopping halfway to stare at the audience.

“Miss Cecilia?”

The actress turns to the cameraman and sighed heavily. “Raul? Please, no cameras back here. You know how they upset me…”

“This is for that audition tape you wanted-“

The actress' face immediately lights up. “Oh Raul! My closest companion, my confidant! How good you are to me. You’re like a twin sister to me…but unrelated and male.”

“I…I’ve been your assistant for two weeks,” the cameraman replies.

“And what an impression you’ve made,” Cecilia says. “That’s what the theatre is all about! That and…dramatic…pauses…”

“I’m just worried Miss Cecilia,” Raul states. “This show wanted its audition tape a couple months ago. I don’t know if you can get on it.”

“Hmm,” Cecilia says. “What to do, what to do…”

“You could try for some other reality show,” Raul replies. “Or you know, not quite acting and I could not lose my job or-“

“Oh Raul,” Cecilia laughs. “You sweet child. How your naïve nature charms, yet also frightens me. I haven’t auditioned for a role in two years! Just prepare the tape for me. I’ll drop it off myself.”

“Yourself?”

Cecilia smirks. “I have to stop by wardrobe to pick up something. There’s one sure fire way to always get a part. A` tout a` l'heure Raul!”

Cecilia ran off, barely registering the stage light that fell exactly where she was standing. Raul swore as the feed cut off.

Terrible electronic dance music is heard. At some kind of rave on a boardwalk, a group of young, spray-tanned and semi-attractive teens are partying.

Sprawled out on a lawn chair is an attractive, tan, young man. He only wears shades and a speedo. His left nipple is pierced. He turns to the camera, smirking and raising an eyebrow. “Like what you see?”

“I’m so not smoshing with you again Giovanni.”

Giovanni rolls his eyes. “Not you Annalisa! I’m talking to the reality TV people!”

“How, they ain’t even here!”

Giovanni face-palms. “Do you have anything going for you?”

“Someone said I was a good kisser!”

“Who said that?” Giovanni chuckles.

He winces as the camerawoman’s hand slaps his face. “Oh…I said that?”

“And you think I’m an airhead,” she replies.

“Well,” Giovanni says with a smiles, “why don’t you remind how good you are…”

The tape cuts ahead to show Giovanni passionately making out with a short, spray-tanned girl, presumably Annalisa. The two part for a moment to catch their breath.

“Ha!” Giovanni laughs. “And you said you wouldn’t smosh with me!”

Giovanni falls back in a laughing fit as Annalisa growls. She stands up, stomping off, kicking the folding chair one time before she leaves. The chair closes in on Giovanni, who falls to the floor.

This contestant refused to send in an audition tape. To satisfy fans, we borrowed a video from him ...that we find in the van he was living in. Enjoy.

We open up on a dark everglade forest. The night is silent, aside from the occasional crying of a bird.

“Florida Skunk Ape Hunt #7,” the cameraman narrates in a whisper. “I’ve been staking out the perimeter for the past 10 days. If you believe time flows linearly I mean. There’s been no sign of the subject...yet.”

The cameraman crawls through a patch of bushes to a clearing. “I’m worried I’ve run out of time to catch her. Him? Both? Neither? Regardless, I’ve set a trap for that skunk ape. A siren song that they can’t resist. Heh, heh, heh...”

The camera fades to static, only to return to the clearing. A phonograph plays a record. Specifically, ‘Gary, Indiana’ from The Music Man.

“Showtunes!” he quietly laughs. “Everyone knows that sasquatches and their cousins can’t resist a good show tune!”

The camera moves up to reveal an elaborate Rube Goldberg Machine in the treetops, ending with a giant cage made of tinfoil suspended over the player. The cameraman holds up his hand, revealing a jawbreaker. “I’ll toss this and set off the trap as soon as the skunk ape runs out and...snap! Gotcha, you filthy polecat simian! Then they’ll take me to their mast-”

A noise.

A rustling in the bushes. In a quick jerk, the camera turns. It a glimpse of something. An outline of a person. It ducks back into the bushes.

“Who’s there?”

A sound of a girl snickering echoes deeper in the forest. It’s...strangely familiar…

“Show yourself!”

Snap.

The camera turns back to the trap. The catch has fallen down. The phonograph’s overturned, the record is missing. A large footprint is next to it.

“Not again! That was my last show tune…”

“Hurry up!”

A teen filming via his phone runs after another teenage boy. They push their way through a crowd of other teenagers and even a few lunch ladies. They’re all standing outside on the sidewalk, with the teacher’s parking lot right there.

Two large football players move an old, beat-down car in an empty space. Two others push ramps on each side of the car.

“Here she comes, here she comes!”

The revving of an engine was heard. Everyone turns to look towards top of the hill. A girl on a motorcycle comes speeding down the hill.

She's wearing jean shorts and a dark yellow hoodie, while a black helmet obscures her face. Everyone cheers. The biker revs her engine and flashes a peace sign.

She drives across the ramp, performing a flip over the automobile, before landing on the other ramp and skidding to a stop. She tosses off her helmet, revealing her short reddish blonde hair, complete with a cowlick. She yawns as the other students clapped.

“Sup,” she greets. “I’m Savannah and I’m awesome. What more do you need?”

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?”

The camera turns as a red-faced man in a suit stomps outside. Some of the crowd disperses as the man approaches.

“You are all supposed to be in class!” he snaps. “And…is that my car? Did you do a flip over my car! SAVANNAH!”

“Sorry Principal Frond,” Savannah replies. “I can’t hear you; my hearing aid is off.”

“Then how do you know I’m speaking to you?”

Savannah’s eyes grow wide as she freezes. Suddenly, she jumps on her motorcycle and sped off.

"SAVANNAH!”

A young man wearing a fedora looks down at the camera. His face is in an extreme close up.

“I can’t believe I almost forgot to film this! Better late than never. Although, wasn’t I supposed to do something?”

The man shrugs, then smiles at the camera. "The name’s Montana. Montana Dukes. Pleasure to meet you.”

He winks at the camera. He and the camera start to shake. “So about me. I’m a pretty simple guy. I like to have fun. Love traveling. Always up for trying new things. I-”

A piercing train whistle covers up Montana's voice. He zooms out the camera, revealing himself tied to train tracks.

“Oh yeah! That’s what I was doing.”

He turns the camera to reveal the train barreling towards him. The feed cuts to static...

...Only to return with Montana scaling up the side of the train. He pulls himself up to the top. Men in suits jump climb onto the roof.

Montana smirks.

“Sorry about that," he says. "See, I’m kind of an adventurer. I like to think of myself as a renaissance man.”

A goon charges towards him, but Montana easily ducks and uppercuts the creep.

From his pack, Montana brandishes a fencing rapier and parries a sword swung by a thug. They start fencing back and forth, Montana closing in more and more. “I heard this show was dangerous and exciting.”

Montana tosses his sword up, slides underneath the thug, catches the sword in his other hand, and kicks the other guy off. “I’d love to be a part of it. So-”

A minion swings his fist. Montana dodges, but the villain punches the camera lens instead. It cracks as the video goes to black.

The video opens...focusing on piles of garbage. The camera moves up, revealing it to be hiding inside a trashcan. A time on the camera reads 2 AM. The camera turns, revealing a huge, well-lit hotel.

A limousine pulls up. The camerawoman snickers.

Jumping out of out the limo was Dustine Believer... making out with some famous blonde. They pulled away from each other.

“Are you sure about this Nicolette?” Dustine asks. “If my wife found out…”

The blonde rolls her eyes. “Like who cares? Paris isn’t even an A-lister anymore. Besides, this is just one of the many things she doesn’t know. Like how she doesn’t know what you need…”

Dustine smirks. Hoisting Nicolette in his arms, he carried her off to the hotel.

The camerawoman snickers, until it turns into a full on cackle. Dustine and his date each raise an eyebrow at the trashcan. They started walking towards it. “Rhatz…”

“Is someone there?” Dustine asks.

“I’VE BEEN COMPROMISED!”

The trashcan tips over as an Asian girl in glasses crawls out. She throws a smoke bomb down on the ground, dashing off while cackling to herself.

The video cuts to static...

It returns in the scene of a dimly lit bedroom. The walls are an eerie pink color, decorated with photos of celebrities and various other people, many holding their hands up to the lens. A large computer at a desk produces most of the light.

The girl from the earlier footage rolled into view on a swivel chair. She rolled a little too far, but pushed herself back in center.

“Ain’t that the monkey’s eyebrows?” the girl asks. “Dustine Believer cheating on Paris Milton by sucking face with her BFFFL? And if you think that’s spicy, wait till you see what happens when Paris gets an ‘anonymous’ tip to go to their motel room…

"For more on that and other juicy scoops head to my new celebrity gossip blog; www.forrealgirl?.com!"

The girl winks at the camera. “The name’s Cassidy; professional journalist, reporter, mud wrecker, and occasional home wrecker. I’m a sucker for all that reality TV sleaze; cat fights, breakups, love triangles, lies, betrayals, hot bods. That’s why I’m such a huge fan of….uh…”

Cassidy grabs an index card off her desk. “Total…Drama? Such a lame name. Whatever. The point is; I know I’ve already been cast. I’m just letting you know.”

She blew a kiss at the camera before the tapes cut off.