Vincent: And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?
Vincent: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: Then what do they call it?
Vincent: They call it a Royale with cheese.
Jules: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.
Jules: Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.

One of the things I like about New York City is that sometimes you have no idea what you will see around the corner. You walk between two glass skyscrapers and suddenly, you see a small church that's centuries old. You see modern buildings and old school, stone ones right next to them and somehow it all blends in.

I don't know, I just thought this would be a cool photo.

...once stood here.

Caption contest?

The Statue of Liberty. We took photos from afar because the line for the boas was so long it wasn't really worth it.

A little photo from our tour around the city. I took more of those taxi shots but most were shaky because Cash was trying to grab me all the time.

Is having completed a marathon a good enough reason to buy a huge billboard?

ReDeYe shows his feelings towards the hotel's doors and medal door locks. I don't blame him!

Two iTG staff members leaving on Monday morning.

Apparently, he took the tequila far worse than the skinny, underage Koreans...

Next stop: VSports Allstars, Los Angeles.

Everyone (except me) had tequila, courtesy of Jason "Unholy" Carlton.

Apparently, when you treat a Korean with alcohol, he cannot decline. It makes for very cool evenings!

...it was me.

"I eat the pussy, I eat the butt, I eat every motherfuckin' thang."

The guy with the beard is Kunochan. Kickass suchi-loving guy.

Carmac and Slasher.

Spirit Moon strutting his new wristband.

This time with Spirit Moon.

Anton "Cooller" Singov. Celebrity.

Notice how his bionic eyes match the colour of his jersey. This is no coincidence! Unfortunately, he cannot read Russian.

There is something wrong in this picture...

socrates_ and Cooller shaking hands at the decoration ceremony.

I only recognised who he was when he mentioned the exclamation mark in his nickname!

ReDeYe looking pretty the morning after he banged his head against the medal door lock of his door. Apparently, when it was more swollen and red, he looked like Mike Gorbachov.

Spirit Moon and the no less formidable Lucifer prepare themselves to own the white dudes again.

A typical Manhattan sight. It's weird to go to a place like NYC. You know it so damn well yet you've never been there before.

Sunday morning. GG.

I couldn't have imagined how modest and shy this kid is. You gotta love the Koreans.

Says TosspoT as Smeagol measures his.

socrates_, Cooller, Polos, toxic.

The second game Grubby played vs Spirit Moon was quite something... That shit's getting me into WC3.

I'm out of captions!

The DarkSide player who also happens to be the GGL writer.

Amir loves me.

This is what the Korean does before important games.

Ion, Syn, cha0ticz watching D|S's defeat to iCE cLIMBERS.

Showing how they pissed away their chances for the AC title.

No, that's just a random girl that felt like standing next to winz when I was taking a photo.

The Russian still got a lot of attention, even though he lost the TAS final.

The son and the proud father after the post-match interview.

"I don't know, WHEAT, it looks less than five inches to me..."

Right after the final buzzer of the final 15 minutes of the TransAtlantic Showdown in Quake 4.

Turns out socrates_ is MIT's top secret project.

Actually, I think he's warming up, otherwise I wouldn't have used the flash.

He knows how to smile but does he know how to play Quake 4?

He looks quite different to how I remembered him from ESWC.

French WC3 star plays Q4 as Grubby watches on.

I could tear this shit apart in a matter of seconds!

GGL's Jack V, otherwise known as every single suspicious gimmick account alias on GGL.com.

The enthusiastic shoutcasters.

Cash interviewing Mouz's star Blizzard. And he does it proZaC-style.

The GGL organised a show match between the WC3 giants with a brand new laptop on the line. Spirit Moon won it and Grubby got a consolation prize of $1,000.

Finally, moto got himself a new haircut...

And #1 dad!

And getting beaten.

Unrespect!!!!

WHEAT: Carmac, come round the back for a second, please!

Right after the EuroCup final Cooller came to the shoutcasting booth to pick up his shoe. He also did some singing and dancing.

Fuck you all redeye haters. (I lost the link to the anti-redeye thing and was never bothered to get it again.)

aCtion's underwear guy.

Fredrink Quick and Johan Quick.

The Cooller and the Polosatiy bought themselves cars and race around Moscow instead of playing Quake 4 these days.

Scooby. He kicks ass.

Polosatiy.

Instead of shoutcasting, Stu is checking out the chicks in the area.

Less than 7"? Sorry!

There were two huge statues right inside the Time Warner Center. The other one was a fat woman.

GGL's Connie suffered from severe draughts inside the admin area...

I fucking hate it. The Intel commercial with Mariah Carey drives me nuts.

...from the DonKing Sportscast NetWIRRK.

We see Scooby and then the American Cooller, clamp.

This guy always declines being interviewed by me. I don't know what gives but I get the impression he's afraid of me :(

We went to the web2zone centre with Cash and ReDeYe to see how the teams are practicing and, apparently, Team 3D was not doing so well...

I could have sworn I posted a photo of this billboard from my trip to the CPL WT finals...

Does it? Does it?

Found this while looking for the web2zone web centre.

September 11.

Lots of those. All alike and yet all different. What a great city.

That's the place we stayed at. Apparently, the hotel is a very trendy club as well.

GGL's Tex showing off his treasures.

After the act comes the deep realisation of the extent of shame one brings upon oneself...

The very idol! How abysmally tasteless!

Brace yourselves!

Unholy's a big fan of my feet!

Those babies have the Intel Centrino Duo processors and worked quite fucking well during the tournament.

The crates in the middle signify what which game won't be left out from this event.

A busy street, a few adjacent skyscrapers to the right and left and in the center… an ocean of treetops that stretches over what seems to be infinity. And behind them, a horizon jagged with a line of grey giants stretching slender and proud all the way up to the sky. A shocking clash.

Ready for work: Fred, Unholy, Hakeem, Tex, Cash.

Nice licence plates!

Little did he know that he'd spend the vast majority of his time in NYC sick, in his hotel room bed.

Lost a bet to me - stay tuned for the next event's gallery.

Couldn't help to smile, couldn't help to take a photo.

This Swedish girl sat next to me throughout the duration of the flight. I was more interested in kids playing games, though.

...wishing he was sucking on something else.

The CS fame playing WC3.

The WC3 fame playing Q4 36,000 ft above the sea level.

Needed to switch to diet cause I'm grossly overweight!

The gamers had Dell's XPS laptops on board of the flight and they played games against one another. It was quite an experience.