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London Tales 2 (Viralex-Pong peace agreement)

After a succesful working meeting this afternoon, representatives from The International Conspiracy (a.k.a The Beast) and Pong'em All have reached an agreement where not only an end of hostilities has been reached but also a promise for future collaboration.



- Viralex: "I hope this sets and example for Colombian leaders. This shows that words are more powerfull than guns and despite our differences, we can always find ways to come to agreements".

- Pong: "These days the open list is never updated anyway, so it doesnt matter how often we publish, we will always be in the same position in the list. It didn't make any sense to keep on fighting".

London Tales 1 (BangMan)

I tried to speed up my walking, it had been an interesting game where damn Kaka practically annihilated us. After a few beers, covering the usual 5 block distance from the tube station to my apartment seemed like a neverending goal. I just opened the door with the full weight of my body on it, when i do that it means i am really about to lose it, well, i really was about to lose it. When i applied the same rugby technique on the bathroom door i just hear a scream and a sort of crash noise. Oh oh excuse me! thats all i said. I just looked around, i may have entered the wrong apartment, again, but no, this is the correct one, my stack of never opened books on top of the table tells me so, what on earth is going on here? who the hell is that girl on the bathroom?. I kept on my exploratory exercise so I took a look at the living/dinning room. Wow, the lights were on but they were low, but that kind of low that tries to create a mood, the music was on, some groovy-jazzy stuff, and at the corner, the shadow of bangman with a cup of wine. I just ran to my room and stayed there for the next hour.

Damn, i am hungry, what the hell am i supossed to do? go to sleep just because bangman brought another chick home? and i why did i leave my laptop at the sofa? now there is no way to get it. How was i supposed to know bangman was bringing another london slut home? and why on earth should i care and stay at my bedroom? This time i am pissed off, this time it goes out of his room, this is the first time when i feel my freedom and my space has been attacked by bangman heroics. This guy is delaying my project by achieving absolutely nothing in two weeks already on site and now he is affecting it even more by putting me in distress.

Fuck it, i want bangman out of this apartment, i want him out of my project, i want him out of England, now!