Here's a small example of one my activities this summer. It's a remix from Dj Splash - Don't fall in love (so it's probably a remix of a remix of a remix).

Anyway, I'm back, and able to enjoy at least another week of my holiday, which has been pretty productive: around 60 pages written in my novel (with a small preview added below), two remixes done AND learned a lot of new stuff in FL studio, Played a LOT of Dragon Age: Origins, Fallout: New Vegas, Minecraft, Stronghold: Crusader and the old Hitman collection. Yeah, fun times.

I also got to spend some precious time with the parents, which is pretty rare these days, seeing I mostly spend my time in my room (ironically, I'm writing this from there), so they can't complain either (so can't I, by the way).

Anyway, here's a small part of 'Da test.doc', the part of the story I've put the most work the last few weeks (23 pages in four days!!!!). With 'Da test' you must understand that it's a test (duh), where the main character, CAD and his closest friend are currently serving in the army, and have a chance to get promoted, but first they have to (indeed) be tested. (the friend's name has been changed into Chris, even though the personality does absolutely NOT match the Chris we *all* know, but fuck that). Also, the character 'Woods' is the Major General (superior) from CAD's division.

F.Y.I. Both the guys are 16, and it is normal in the story that children are serving in the army.

Please note that any emphasized text means that the main character has just thought something. If I missed anything, please know that Newgrounds does not support Word's own italic text, thus I had to change everything. Anyway, enjoy!

'And why would I want to be in such a team?'
'Because I know you, soldier. You get bored easily, and since you have the idea that this job is beneath your standards, I recommended you.' Woods was smiling from ear to ear.
I narrowed my eyes and said 'Then why is Chris coming along?'
'He seems to be getting along very well with you, and I wouldn't want him to be losing a dear friend.'
'You truly are a saint, Woods.'
'Plus, I'm finally ridden of your arrogant self for a change.'
'So you're not only concerned about my career. Touching. Anything else? You seem quite confident about my chance of success.'
'Yes. Even though I'm sure you'll survive, I'm sure you don't want anything happening to that friend of yours.'
'Is that a threat?' I frowned.
'Of course it isn't. I'm only giving you information concerning the tests.'
'What tests?'
'Did you really think you'd just be transferred to a team consisting of the best this toddler army has to offer?' Woods let out a laugh.
Figures. I thought. 'Then how will we be tested... and who are we?'
'There are a few others, probably even from different divisions, who will be joining in. You'll all be dropped in a forest, playing a little game called 'Cat and mouse', and last four standing will continue to the next round.' Woods had started walking further, and was making gestures with his hands.
'You're holding some sort of a... tourney?'
'Call it whatever you like. Know that this isn't some scavenging mission. Do realize that the whole forest is your enemy... including the kitties who'll be released.'
'Kitties?' I asked.
'Let's just say that you'll have to keep close mind to who your enemies, your colleagues, and your allies are. That will be all. Dismissed.'
'And how is this all helpful?'
'You have been given much more information than any of the other participants. Be happy with what I just told you. And I said dismissed.'
I grimaced, and left for my room.

*

The next morning, during breakfast -which I didn't have to prepare that day- the monotone voice of the announcer announced that "Marin, Chris and CAD... CAD should report to Major General Woods immediately." We got up and left, leaving our colleagues' speculations behind us, about why we were called out.
When we arrived at Woods' office, he was already -clearly impatiently- waiting for us. 'Come with me.' Was all we got for a good morning, and Woods guided us to our transport, which consisted of an SUV for each one of us, with two drivers, who were leaning against one of the cars, each smoking a fag. When they saw us approaching with Woods, one of them quickly put out his, and stepped into the other vehicle. The other one looked at us from the corner of his eyes, and kept on smoking.
'Mornin' Milo.' He said, while looking at Woods.
'Wait, your actual name is Milo?' I couldn't resist laughing. 'That... is unlike you. Not that there's anything wrong with Milo... it's a ver...'
'That's Major General Woods for you. You'd better remember that, Artan.' Woods said, with an unusually sharp tone.
'Stop calling people by their last names. It's a nasty habit of yours.' The driver, whose last name I assumed to be Artan, said.
'Just get into the car.' Woods said. 'You know where we need to go.'
'The northern thingy, right?'
'Discretion.' Woods retorted.
'Okay, okay. Ease up a bit. It's not like this is the last time one of your kids will get promoted.'
'Is it actually the first time?' I asked.
The driver raised an eyebrow at my statement. 'Wow, I didn't know they could talk already.' He said to Woods. Then we looked me and said 'Yeah, you're the first ones from this division to get promoted. Do try to impress Milo.'
Woods didn't even bother anymore to correct him, and got into the vehicle. Then, he yelled that we should get the fuck into the van, and closed his door. I looked at the driver and shrugged. He replied to me with the same look I had, and got behind his wheel.

Later on, the two SUVs were driving -as I heard from our discreet chauffeur- to the north, for our next destination. We were driving pretty fast, even recklessly, but sir Artan was handling it all pretty well, except for the occasional look in the back mirror, which was often followed by a displeased sigh, or a flow of curses where the other driver was accused of his -apparent- bad driving skills. Then, we'd often slow down and wait for Chris's car to catch up, and repeat the cycle for hours, accompanied by the cosy snoring Woods filled the van with, that is, until we suddenly stopped moving.
'Heads up, guys. We're at our lovely destination.' Artan said.
Woods woke up in his most charming way, and mumbled that it was about time. Then, he looked at the backseat, where I was sitting, and said 'Are you actually ready?'
'It's a bit late to be asking that, isn't it?' I yawned.
'Better now than never. But even if you are, here's something I want you to have. Consider it a parting gift.' Woods grabbed something from under his seat and handed it to me. It was something wrapped in a dull brown paper, taped together with even duller brown tape. It weighed pretty heavy, and it felt hard.
'What's this?' I asked.
'Wise guy.' Woods said and opened his door. 'Use it wisely.'
'Fair enough. Thanks, I guess.' I stuck it into the backpack I took with me. Then, I went to Artan and thanked him for the ride.
'Call me Roan. And you're welcome.' He said while lighting another cigarette. I nodded and stepped out of the SUV, finally able to fully grasp my surroundings. It looked like we were at the foot of two incredibly steep hills, leaping parallel across the land, separated by a deep gorge, covered with long, thick trees. It was a strange sight to behold, since the trees reached high enough to almost tower above the two hills, making them at least 30 meters tall. I could not see how deep this forest was, but it made me feel that this was the only entrance, and that we were being sent into a natural prison.
'Oh yeah, boy.' Roan Artan said.
'CAD will do for me.' I replied.
'Okay. CAD, you seem like a good guy to me.'
I nodded and kept silent further.
'Woods probably told you about the kitties, right?'
'Yeah, what are those?' I asked. 'Woods didn't want to say anything else about it.'
'I thought so. Listen up, from what I heard...' Roan flung his cigarette away. '...those kitties are, of course, humans, meant to hunt the mice. Guess who they are.'
'Chris and I, huh?' I grimaced.
'And all the other kids who're participating.'
'So we're going to be running about here, and try to live as long as possible?'
'That's what you're supposed to do, yes.'
'How long can this take anyway? And how do you know this?'
'To answer both questions...' Roan started rolling a new fag. '...the time limit is one month, an...'
'One month?' I interrupted him.
'One month. Anyway, don't tell Milo this, but he asked me to further enlighten you.'
'Woods did?'
'Yep. It may not seem like it, but he cares.' Roan grinned.
I paused for a second or two, then asked 'But anyway, how come they make this last up to a whole month? From what I hear, the last four standing doesn't seem like hard thing to achieve for the... hunters.'
'Oh, you'll be surprised. From what I heard, the last test took so long, that a controlled forest fire had to be started to drive all the participants to one place.'
I grimaced. 'Subtle.'
'But you must understand. From all the divisions, the supervisors, or even spies, look at all the soldiers present, and select a few potential candidates. The best, actually. Don't underestimate any of them. They can and will last for several months or more if you leave them here... even with the hunters.'
'Well, thanks for telling. I assume Chris has been told this too?'
'Milo thought it'd be better if you told him.'
'I get the feeling that Woods thinks of me as a translator for some kind of unknown language only Chris and I master.'
'Perhaps... perhaps not. Anyway, good luck.' Roan said, then stepped into the SUV, and drove off. I turned around back to the forest's entrance and saw Chris walking towards me.
'Hey CAD. What takes so long?'
'Been talking to my driver for a while.' I said.
'Ah, okay.' Chris said, and looked at the road, where Roan was already absent from. 'Well, Woods told me to bring you to the entrance. A few others have arrived already too.'
'Sure. I'm eager to see who we're up against.'
'Are you serious?' Chris asked.
'Why not. This is much more fun that a regular gathering trip, right?'
Chris sniffed. 'Watch out what you call fun. I'm not looking forward to it, to be honest.'
'And why is that? Would you rather go back and pick herbs again?'
'Yes.' Chris said, a little too quick for my good.
'Don't judge before you've tried.' I replied at that.
Chris sighed and turned around. 'Follow me, we'll see how it all turns out.'
While we walked, I explained what was going to happen there. Chris said that he had already figured something like that.

The entrance to the forest was basically a 3-meter-high barbed fence and a gate in the middle. When we got there, Woods, as well as a few others, were -indeed- already waiting for us. A few bored-looking, and a few anxious children were either watching us, or checking out the forest. I nodded to one of the guys, who was looking at me from the corner of his eye, which was replied by a similar gesture. I noticed that his uniform differed slightly from Chris's and mine. A few changes in colour were visible, as well as the number printed on the chest.
I turned to Woods, who only said something about my tardiness, but didn't really say that much else about it. Then, he greeted Chris and I, and left.
I stared in the distance of the forest, couldn't see a thing, and thus decided to join the rest with their action to wait for the others to show up. I placed my back against the fence and looked around. Five guys and three girls -including Chris and I- had shown up, all from different divisions--and thus different ages. The youngest-looking one was a small boy, who couldn't be older than 12 or so, but was appearing surprisingly brave, compared to his older competitors. Nobody was actually looking frightened, but the mood was nervous. I wonder whether their Milo has told them what was waiting for them, there in the woods. Heh.
'Ah, there comes another one.' One of the girls said, and indeed, another person was coming, and by the looks of it, another girl... and she was actually waving at one of us. I looked at Chris, grinning, and asked him whether he knew her. This was answered by an elbow in my side, and that with another waving girl in our midst, made it clear who the girl was waving to.
'Oh my god! Are you here too?' The girl at our side said. I'd have guessed her about 14.
'I am! I didn't expect you to be here! I thought we were never going to see each other again!' The other one said. Her age? About a year or two older.
I went to Chris and said 'I love this--how a possible promotion brings us all closer together.'
'I guess.' Was all Chris replied. He wasn't looking as nervous as the younger ones, but still looking tenser than usual.
'Don't worry man. We've got each others' back. This is all gonna work out just fine.'
'You'd better live up to that.' Chris frowned. 'I like living.'
I laughed. 'Yeah, so do I. let's make sure that we can continue our common hobby...'
In the meantime the two friends, who just met each other again, had finished their hugging ritual, and -other than their chatter- everything went back to the apparent original cycle, where everyone was just leaning against- or standing near the fence, looking for new ones to come. When another guy came, we heard footsteps behind us, which belonged to a man dressed in a tight, black uniform with a lot of pockets, belts and knife holders attached to it. He unlocked the gate, which was basically two metal frames attached to the rest of the fence, which could be slid open. They were held together by a large iron chain, and locked by a large padlock. The lock fell on the ground, followed by the chain. We had all turned around in the meantime, looking at the man, who was neatly rolling up the chain between his palm and his elbow, making loops like a machine would. When he was finished, he placed the chain and the lock next to the fence, and grabbed a paper from one of his pockets.
'Yes, welcome boys and girls. I assume you all know why you are here?'
Nobody replied, thus he continued. 'I have here a list of names. Please call out if your name is called.' He scraped his throat and started with his list.
'Division 4, Aosh, Sunaya.' A tall, slender girl with long, black hair raised her hand. Her hair was emphasizing her pale skin, giving her a gloom look, but lively green eyes, and a lovely smile compensated a lot.
'Division 1, Cesten, Kai.' The guy who first greeted me replied with a short 'Yes.' He had short, brown hair, with dark blue eyes. He had a bored look, as if this was simply a daily routine for him.
'Division 6, Cuyer, William.' Someone also raised his hand, and the man in the uniform fastened his pace, reading the names non-stop, while only looking up once to see whether the last called person was actually present. 'Division 5, Enta, Ferry. Division 4, Kouche, Lillith. Division 3, Marin, Chris. Division 2, Nnasaha, Myrthe. Division 8, Pelle, Swain. Division 6, Tirdle, Sophie.' He paused for a second, looked closely at his list, and said 'Division 3, U-unknown, CAD.'
I raised my hand and said 'That... would be me.' Maybe I should have told Xcel to think of a last name. I thought.
'No last name, son?
'Nope. Just CAD will always do.' I said.
'Okay then. That means that everyone is present. Now let me introduce myself. I'm Leonard Fleck. I'll be giving you a brief explanation of the test you're given. You have all been picked because you are either good with weapons, good at sneaking around, know how to patch people up, or whatever. The fact is still, that it's all useless, unless you know how to survive. That's what's being tested here.' He paused for a second. 'In here, you'll be tested for period of a month, whether you're able to survive in a forest like these. Most of you have their barracks located in coastal areas. That is, unfortunately, only a small part of this continent. There are several countries all with different people and cultures, but they have one thing in common: there are a lot of forests like these, so learn to adapt, and make something nice out of it, be it that you actually make a house, travel from tree to tree, or crawl into a hole, I don't care, as long as you survive.'
One of the guys raised his hand. 'So anything's allowed?'
'Yes, though there are a few rules you have to abide by. Number one is that you don't leave the area, unless you want to give up. These two hills you see here... In a few kilometres they join together as one. It's impossible to leave or enter through any place but here. Secondly, if you want to give up, you just walk through the gate here. I'll remain here and I'll open the gate for you if you say so. Beware though, as soon as you step with one foot outside the gate, you have given up, and you'll be sent on a transport back to your old barracks. Thirdly, after one day, some of our men will travel through the forest to make it slightly more difficult to accomplish your mission here, but you'll find out about that later. Fourthly, last four who haven't given up or starved/dehydrated to death -yes that is an option- will win, unless there are more left when the month passes. In that case another week will be added, where different rules will abide, but that's never occurred before. Other than that, do try to remain civil.' Leonard stuck the name list back into a haphazardly chosen pocket, and stepped aside. 'Now please enter. The month starts as soon as you enter the area.'
'Just like that? Aren't we supposed to get some sort of prepa...' one of the guys said.
Before he could finish his sentence, both Kai and one of the older girls dashed into the forest, and disappeared within the minute. The only thing I could see of the girl was her -quite noticeable- red hair. Chris looked at me and shrugged.
'Let's go too... Not so fast though.' I quickly added.
'Sure, if it's just surviving... we're all set, right?' Chris asked.
'Yeah...' I said, looking at the other candidates. Do they know that this probably isn't going to be that easy? Did their Major General tell them about the possible dangers? 'Anyway, we should probably find something like a shelter first. That'll be our largest concern. Then, we can start looking for water and food.' I grabbed my rucksack and gestured Chris to start walking. Behind us, I saw a few younger ones make a group, while a few others, including the black-haired girl, Sunaya, had chosen to venture into the forest by themselves. Within minutes everyone got into the forest, and apart from the loud chatter from the younger group, not a sign of human activity was visible. It was a pretty peaceful sight, within such a thick forest, having a large, green canopy above our heads. The sun was shining through the leaves, leaving an interesting pattern on the ground, which was covered by the many fallen leaves and pinecones, further emphasizing the beauty of nature here. And tomorrow it will all be different.

Pic as usual, unrelated.
EDIT: A new pic for you fuckers.