Coming soon.

In the meantime, here's HAL 9000, after his retirement :

I don't have the time to post them properly right now.

But I will do it. Oh yes I will.

Before I do that, you can look at the pictures over there :
http://www.flickr.com/photos/arkangl/sets/72157604277193411/

Sweet pix, hot dog!

懐かしい！

I wish I had still been there. I've never had a chance to meet a WGBer before. Ah well.

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Great photo's ArkanGL. Although, I must express some slight disappointment at the absence of Godzilla in the city scapes.

Great shots! Kitty-pr0n, reflecto-pr0n, ninja-pr0n and even pr0n-pr0n. What more could we ask for?

EDIT: Okay, okay. A surprising dearth of godzilla-pr0n as Pigkilla pointed out, lol...

* closing his eyes. sigh *

Nice pictures !

Yes, nice pics!

quote:

Originally posted by IndividualFrog:
I've never had a chance to meet a WGBer before. Ah well.

Here's a hint: try to get them to buy you lunch, dinner or at least have a cigarette with you.

These leaped out from among the thumbnails:







In this last one, you look like you've just finished filming the final scene for Piège de Cristal 4: J'en Ai Marre!.

wow great pics! Almost defeats my agoraphobia. What isthe significance of the locks. I'm guessing it is a statement of love, but wonder its origin. My wife whose been there several times says don't leave luggage by pillars in the train/subway stations as they could get barfed on.

Thank you very much, people.

Here comes the story.

I will be looking at them later, but the ones here are great! They also make me sick with nostalgia, so maybe that's why I'm putting it off.

Gather around, fellow wigbers.
Here is the story of my psychedelic adventure into the Mysterious Orient.

It all started with a bunch of bad fries.

I mean... very bad fries.

I rushed to the bathroom.
But the corridor didn't seem to ever end.


I collapsed.



Strange visions were dancing around in my skull.







The gods were laughing at me.


Finally, I found myself facing this guy.

It took me a while before I realized it was a statue.

The same thing happened to Tintin when he went to Tibet, you know...

I was in unfamiliar surroundings, so I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood.




After the 10th temple, it dawned on me that I was very far from home indeed.


It all looked quite nice, so I figured I would stay and see how things evolved.


I found stairs leading away from the beach.


Deep into an exotic forest.


It got me thinking of Apocalypse Now.
And just then, the choppers came.


I hid.

Once the skies had cleared...


... I found a road leading to a small city.


I was exhausted, and collapsed on a bench.


When I woke up, it was night.


Walking around this part of the city made me very hungry.


The restaurant right around the corner seemed designed for me : octopus and French language? Some strange magic was afoot.


Unfortunately I could not decipher the menu.


Just when I was about to give up, and accept my imminent death by starvation, the people at the next table offered to help me order.


Food came. Grilled squid was included, as promised by the sign.


The man from the next table, as displaced as I was, offered to help me.

He said we would have better chances of survival if we stayed together.

Soon afterwards, we left the restaurant.


While we were buying cigarettes...


... a time-traveling samurai (clearly straight out of the 80's) ambushed us!


My new friend was clearly used to that kind of things.
He quickly put on his helmet...


... and started fighting.


Finally, he stabbed the samurai in the eye, using his secret technique : La Botte Marseillaise


He was very disappointed to find out that I did not know how to fight.


On the next morning, we jumped on a train to the big city.


Oribe Sensei (for that was his name), planned on taking me to a secret fighting school, where I would learn how to survive the frequent samurai ambushes.


As we exited the train station, we ran into... Lord Carington!

She had just been teleported too, and was obviously quite disoriented.

After a quick lunch, she was feeling better.


She joined us at the fighting school.


There, a mysterious old man taught us the ways of the warrior.


He was pushing us very hard. And we made a lot of progress.


By the end of the day, we knew more ways to kill a man than we would ever need.

Once we were properly trained, our local contact took us to a secret meeting.


There is was, at the ewe nd of a dark alley...


The Hang-O-Bar.


There, a resistance leader told us more about what was going on.


It all had something to do with Tommy Lee Jones.

Basically, he had managed to take power over this country.
And he was ruling it with an iron fist.
Only leaving death and destruction wherever his minions went.






We said we would help the resistance.

In exchange, they would help us leave his cursed country as soon as possible.

And we fought...


A giant spider.


A giant fish.


A giant man.


Ninjas.


A rabid mountain cat.


An army of poisonous squids, disguised as socks.


An insane computer.




And then we fought some more.




Until the country was rid of monsters...


... and of surfers.