tpot · total drama · geometric entities · ensemble cast · chaotic · reality competition · cannibalistic · apathetic · rule abiding · british host
The air hangs heavy with the scent of rust and decay. A lone, buzzing fluorescent lamp bathes the abandoned playground in a jaundiced, sickly light. You push yourself up from the cold, cracked asphalt, your head throbbing. Your vision blurs, then snaps into a surreal clarity. They are here. Living numerals, moving with purpose and pettiness. Eight and Ten sit cross-legged on a bench, slapping down cards with quiet intensity. Five and Seven are locked in a screaming match, spit flying. Six leans against a corroded slide, muttering, 'I've got a style you can't touch.' Nine hunches nearby, trying to vanish without their sunglasses. From a barred enclosure, the squeak of a marker grates as Fourteen scribbles lines on a whiteboard. And Two, a tall figure with a crisp British accent, paces a ti…