Brokinetic’s Monkey Stack

I came upon Krauser’s* panda stack once and decided to create my own stack. I have been quite lazy recently and this one is also a lazy post. But who cares? I did 3 sets in 5 days. I know, I know, it’s ridiculously an awful count. I was sarging in the city center during summer, but now as the students are back, I am still in the process of making this place my new fortress. A new place creates anxiety of course and plenty of hijabs here. But a player got to do what he got to do. I field tested this stack, and all the 3 sets ended in number closes**. Yup, no jokes. This is Brokinetic’s Monkey Stack and King Kong is the man, forget Tarzan!!!

Me : Have you been enjoying your vacation?

Her: Yes…..blah.blah.blah.

Me : I think my last vacation could be as brilliant as your’s. I rarely go on vacation as I am most of the time busy. But last October, my family with my uncle’s family went on a vacation to a resort beside the beach. Of course I was there too· It was located near a fishing village about 2 hours from the capital, Kuala Lumpur. They had sandy brown beach, wind blowing on your cheeks, tall coconut trees and birds singing at you all the time and of course the most important thing of all, awesome food. Its a nice place to spend your time. At night we stayed in chalets that were built in sea water just beside the beach. Then we sat around a table drinking and playing card game. It was UNO I think. My nephew was teaching everyone but he is a bad teacher. So I took over and started teaching everyone. How about you,are you a good teacher/ Have you played UNO before?

Her: : Sometimes….blah.blah blah. Did you manage to teach everyone properly?

Me: I hope so. Ya, I just remembered. Then, the next day,there was this monkey. A small monkey eating coconut. Most of the monkeys here are wild, but this one was well trained. It belongs to the coconut farmer. I like monkeys, they are fun. If you are nice with them, they will give you fruits. But this monkey ate everything himself. Then my nephew, he is 12 years old, but he acts like a 4 year old boy. He annoys me sometimes but I don’t have a choice right. He wanted that monkey. My uncle said no,no,no not this one but I will get you another monkey.

HB: So did your nephew get a monkey or not?

Me : Of course he did, a toy monkey. I don’t have the picture anymore but it was bigger than the real monkey. My nephew was happy, so everything was fine. Fun fact about monkeys, if you train them they can count. I am not joking, there are people who do research on this, they make monkey do crazy things. Do you know that there are lot of variety of monkeys? There are at least 200 species of monkeys, First there are gorillas, the King Kong type of monkey. I used to date an Ukrainian girl and she loves King Kong. If I am King Kong, I would defeat Godzilla and make people think that I am the good guy. But than I will take over the whole city, build big statues of me in every street and have all the young girls that I want. Tarzan will surely be jealous of me.

That’s how you do it

She : Bla,bla,bla…..

Me : There is one more type of monkey, called Bonobos. Wait I will show you ( take out my phone and show pictures of them). They live in groups, obsessed with fruits and have lots of sex. The boy does not fight with other boys and the girls share all the boys. They share their love with everyone. We can award them a medal as the most loving animal in the world. They even have sex like human beings looking at their partners face. I am not sure if they are really romantic or just always horny. I think they watch too much porn. But I don’t like to share with others, I am like King Kong.

*This is real gold from the man, mine is surely a level lower.

** By the way, all 3 numbers flaked at different stages, will have to field test it more.

Field Report : Brown Asshole Back Sarging

Finding time for daygaming is tough when you have nothing going right in your life. You bury the hole thinking all is set, then a meteorite, totally out of your control comes and strikes down your garden creating a wider hole. This was my life for the past one year, but not anymore. I got it settled. I got myself settled down in Penang Island in the university here. Not too bad I thought, I get to hit on the students here. The statistics in university here stands at 70% girls and 30% chodes. Quantity beckons, but the quality not so much. Hijab wearing Muslim’s* and fart faced small eyed yellow girls** make up the majority of them. Adding to my disappointment, the semester break started soon after my entry into the university. So these girls will have to wait to get a taste of my slick charisma and charm.

I did do a few approaches before the end of the semester. One year of absence from game sky-rocketed my AA. The butterfly stomach effects and racy heart beat restarted whenever I cross path with a girl I fancy. One fine sunny evening, I pushed myself after seeing a cute dusky girl at the bus stop right in front of the main exit of the building. I passed by her once to get some IOI, she was busy with her phone. She was wearing those vintage gold round framed glasses which is quite the fashion nowadays.

Like This One

I walked passed her to get some IOI to zero avail. I back tracked and opened the girl complimenting her style especially the glasses and teased her a bit saying that my grandma uses those glasses all the time. We talked for about one minute before her bus came, I didn’t even get the chance to take her number. One year game absence broken at least.

My next set was when I opened a Japanese exchange student sitting outside the library. I don’t remember the details of the conversation but I did NB close her. She left Malaysia 2 weeks later, we exchanged a couple of texts but nothing significant happened later on. I did muster 2 more sets in the university the following few days, but most of the students have left for their semester break leaving a big emptiness all over the place. So I started hunting for a new daygame spot,obviously the city center which is 20 minutes away..

I set out on one fine day at the end of May after the tropical heavy rain that was pouring for a few hours. I did 5 sets, and boom the last one ended in a i-date. She was a Canadian on vacation, she just arrived in Penang Island, and I caught her at the right moment. She is no more that a HB 6, but I rather have something rather than nothing. We walked of to the nearest pub, right in front of the pub there was a sandwich stall and she decided to get some food. We then decided to sit at that pub, and I made a mistake by sitting beside 2 other backpackers***. They totally spoilt the set as I now had to handle 3 people. With my limited experience, that was equal to sending an untrained monkey on a mission to Europa to collect specimens of an unknown alien carnivore. The girl and me then went separate ways. It wasn’t the best of ending, but I managed to break a long game duck. Most importantly, a new daygame spot has also been found but only if you are willing to withstand the humidity of this region.

I did another 3 daygame session end with gutter game in that area at the end of June****, summing up to 8 sets with a total of 2 i- dates, both ending in NB closes. These 2 I-dates were done later at night during gutter game, one was a South African girl and another one was with a 6ft French hotty*****. I went for a SDL attempt with the South African girl, but my shitty logistics at that time created a huge road block to get the lay. My sexual escalation skills is also still hugely rusty. I NB closed this girl, but she never replied and now probably back in her 3rd world shit hole in another continent. The French girl ended in a NB close as she is an intern in a company in Bangkok. I decided not to push for SDL here as she seemed quite distant during the I-date. I pinged her the next day, which she replied but without much enthusiasm. This one is really a long shot and I am not expecting much from it. I had another gutter game session recently with another SDL attempt that ended nowhere, and I also found a way to better record my session. But those are for another post later on.

Things I learned

  1. Need to get date logistics right – I got this fixed after the SDL fail with the South African girl.

  2. My beginning game is strong, but my date game is week. I am still have problem calibrating between comfort and escalation.

  3. I need to sexualize more, my conservative Indian background is preventing me from doing this.

  4. Penang is probably not the best place to daygame tourist girls during summer but the quality aren’t that bad either. Plenty of 6’s and some 7’s, and a few 8’s on a lucky day.

  5. Downloaded a pdf copy of Daygame Nitro and learned that date game/mid game is another beast. Sorry Nick Krauser.

My states for Jun and May :

16 sets – 4 NB close – 3 i-dates

*I prefer not to approach them as we have strict rules here on this side of the world.

**Chinese girls are okay, but if you don’t speak Mandarin or Cantonese then picking them up is going to be a huge task unless you are Brad Pit or George Clooney.

***There were no empty seats in this bar, and I avoid this bar now as it is infested by backpackers.

**** I was away from Penang earlier in June.

*****This girls was  hot, at least a 9. The I-date was worth it.

11 Lessons from The Stranger by Albert Camus

Just an old fiction I randomly came upon when searching for Red Pill fiction in the forum:

Written back during the 1940s, The Stranger is a pure red pill flick. It revolves around the life of a man from the day of his mothers’ death till the last days of his short life. Told from a first – person point of view, here are the valuable lessons I learned from this novel:

1) Dead is natural.

2) Live your life for yourself in every aspect, your priorities comes first. Nobody cares about others problems.

3) A man is another man’s best friend.

4) Set limits with a woman before she deprives you of your earnings.

5) Hate and love trigger the same emotions.

6) Place rational thinking ahead of instinctive thoughts or blind faith.

7) Man’s biggest punishment is the deprivation of his liberty.

8) Blind honesty is not rewarded. Learn the art of acting.

9) Love is a manipulative emotion.

10) Live your life in a way that you will remember it in the afterlife.

11) Death is freedom in starting a new life

Blue pillness inflating Indian girls SMV

Incident one

I have spent 3 months in Malaysia, 50% percent of the Indian girls I have seen were obese. Malaysia is in a deep slide economically and women here are looking for providers rather than lovers. Chinese and Malay girls recognise their feminine values as their best assets and use them to gain better life with higher status men. On the other hand, the only fat girls I see in my regular gym are of my own race. Indian girls are not taking care of themselves.

Incident two

Met two girls* during a bar outing with my sister and her friend. They (Indians) were mildly fat, dressed below average, and talked garbage. The best part of all, one has a boyfriend whom I never seen. The second girl is apparently chatting to a guy through facebook. She is presumably looking for a groom for marriage. My guess is that they assumed themselves as beauty queens.

Incident three

A look-alike of an Estonian girl I NB closed in KL but shorter hair. 

I decided to do some facebook scouting. What I found was horrendously crazy. An average looking Indian girl(HB 6) gets on average 3 times more attention that a cute French girl (HB 7 or 8) and probably a HB 9 Eastern European girl. This is insanely annoying.

Incident four

A few months ago, I attended an Indian wedding of a friend. He studied in France and quite pleasingly, some of his buddies came over for his doomsday. A couple of girls came over. Sadly with their boyfriends except for one Austrian girl, a HB 7. Well, she was the only white meat on the showcase. I lost counts of the number of my fellow brown brothers who started orbiting her. It was an eye-watering sight seeing them getting her pussy dry rather than wet. I gamed her later on at the post party until I got cockblocked by my own sister**.

Analysing the situation:

1)Non-existant healthy lifestyle

She is not fat. She happens to have an extra pair of racks

I restarted working out rigorously a few months ago and am fast heading towards the 10 % body fat stage. The leaner I get, the less tolerant I am towards obesity. Seeing a fat person at the prime of their life rings to my mind that they have digested laziness as their main diet supplement. Readily undertaking a mortal “Fat Creating Lifestyle” is pure stupidity. Indians have bad eating habits, an abundance of rice and butter raking up the pot belly. But so do other Malaysians in general. Indian girls between the age of 20 to 30 hold the podium for a hippo look alike competition. I would include Indian men as well in this group. I won’t be surprised when they end up competing with American girls for the “Most Obese People Competition”. Another reason might just be boundless attention from thirsty seekers ending up inflating their sexual market values. Which comes to point No 2.

2)Social Network and Technology Bombarding

The dating scene in the first world has suffered largely from the back of tech explosion. Malaysian’s despite living in a 3rd world country have caught up to this bitter advancement. Having a classy iPhone is regarded as a necessity rather than a luxury. I’ve heard of girls who rate guys based on the phones they use. They spend countless minutes and hours attention whoring rather than performing purposeful activities. Don’t be surprised when you get weird stares while initiating topics such as hobbies, culture and arts with an Indian girl here. Most of these girls don’t educate themselves and rely solely on their fading beauty and imaginary internet life for survival.

These girls are getting unadulterated attention in social networks(despite being fat). Malaysians are prone to wasting their time on Facebook. Sitting in a restaurant with my mum, I have seen camera sprung out every few minutes. Selfies galore. After some investigation, I reached to a conclusion that most of the dating scenes here are executed online. Now those selfies aren’t surprising anymore. Flashing their made up cute barbie doll faces, these girls get massive attention leading to self-entitlement despite being average. I had a second cousin who dated a guy for one year through facebook. They got married a few years ago and are blessed with two children. At least they are happy for the time being. Having a good facebook account is a vital social proof in the tech-dominated world we live in now. In Malaysia, it can be your only lifeline. Some girls tend to underlook your initial conversation and appearance for a sleek facebook profil***.

3)Overbearing family members

Everyone knows that Indian parents are over protective. Not purely out of love or care but to prove to the society than they have done their task as good parents. Nevertheless, I love my parents. They have done everything they can and at the same time showed me most of the harsh real world(except on issues regarding picking up girls). Their over protectiveness must not prevent their adult children from making their own decisions and turn them into spoilt creatures. ‘Letting Loose’ their kids once they reach a mature age will create a diligent and independent Indian community rather than paving the road in creating over attached adult babies. We are certainly far away from this. Girls feeling entitled as their father’s princess are common. Boys still hold to their mum’s saree ( I remember being one not long ago) Expect your common Indian girl who grew up in a typical Indian community to be snobby and unreasonably demanding. In fact, the ugliest and fattest girls rank the top for these intolerant behaviours. Heard this before ,haven’t you?

4)The most beta guys in the world

Surely not beta

As usual, she will have the lowly tail wagging dogs performing multiple essential tasks just to make her day. These guys get little help from their overly parental dependant upbringing and usually lack the spirit to fight the manipulative unjust girls they encounter. These boys won’t dare to challenge their parents despite being on the right side, mustering a pinch of thought to challenge an overblown ice queen is a scene lost in the outer space. But how many strong Indian men are out there? I believe that I am on the verge of becoming one in the near future. Sadly, most of them fear the red pill impact on their relationship with their family members which can lead to out rest.

Stalking is a big bad habit of most Indian guys. Wanking to girls pictures on social networks and sending creepy needy messages are not rare. These actually makes pick up harder and they fail to understand the impacts of their actions. There are probably a few thousand stalking on some random girls facebook profile while I am writing this article. There have been some serious cases in India where mobile shop owners have been caught for selling girls numbers to their male clients. I won’t be surprised if this happens in Malaysia. These guys are really creative but applied their innovation at the wrong place.


The problem is clear: Blue Pilled Cultural Regression.

Although feminism is working slowly into our society, we are far away from being infected by its virus. Despite the social downfall, there are still a large amount of attractive and feminine Indian girls out there. There is still hope in a condition that the loose patches are remade and enforced.

* These two girls could easily be 7s if they lose some weight.

** Girls can be your best wing and also the worst. In this case, I suffered the later.

*** I recently understood its worth in long gaming girls. I should really work on my facebook profile.

Path to Wu-wei and De

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Been more than a month since I last gamed. It’s hard to share anything unless you are crushing those gaming barriers day and day out. When you are busy breaking your neck on other things, girls do come last. This reminds me of an extract from Krauser’s Balls Deep where the Master decided to hand over the red letter to pursue his newly found love of seduction after deciding to come out of the slavery cage. He had tons of cash stuffed in his bank by that time. Meanwhile, the writer of this boring piece of article is just your run of a mill guy taking baby steps into the real world. Men reach their peak in their 30s and it’s one of the reasons for their success with women. Many won’t disagree. I’m not going to ramble about Krauser nor complain about all those guys out there chasing skirts efficiently. Jealousy* does happen, sometimes it’s inevitable.

Getting down to business. During my Euro Jaunt couple of months ago, I met an American guy** in Lithuania. The guy was barely a player but he passed me a book, ‘Trying Not To Try’by Edward Slingerland. I stashed it in a corner of my bag at that moment, vowing to read it in the future which I pleasantly did. I failed to finish the book before losing it in the train I recently took, but I learned quite a bit about the essence of spontaneity and charisma.

The book speaks of early Chinese philosophy of Wu-wei(spontaneity) and De(charisma). The person might not be able to explain his actions nor give out the abstract information of his work. He meanwhile, knows how to do it. Give a champion cyclist a bicycle, he can ride it, can he teach others to ride as efficiently as him, maybe not. Out of oblivion, we tend to mess things up by over thinking rather than going with the tide. Wu-wei in principal means being in the zone by flowing with the current rather than stopping and analyzing or even worst, fighting it. The power of spontaneity is often overlooked, especially by newcomers which is not rare. As time flies, they are amazed by their own ability that they feel like they were born naturals. Not indeed, by practice and hard work, we learn to navigate through tiny gaps, avoiding barriers, then ticking the spontaneity box, before finally reaching our objectives.

Then comes De, our beloved charisma. Spontaneity results in charisma. A free flowing act will have people talking on how well you mastered the craft. Working hard in the other hand will make people question the difficulty behind it and cast endless doubts on your craftsmanship. A person with charisma appears unselfconscious. His acts, his words and his state of mind are always active and effective. He is one with his environment and thrives in it. A butcher skillfully cuts down an ox with minimal effort, a drunk man falling from his caravan getting up uninjured and Confucians daily repetitive beneficial habits enabling them to master the art of spontaneity. These people attained the state of Wu-wei and De at a certain point in their life.

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Game is no different. The stages people go through varies based on their social intelligence. For a ‘Once Upon A Time Chode’ like me though was quite difficult.

1. Distorted Brain

Your subconsciousness does not have the input to allow your consciousness to approach without fear, resulting in approach anxiety. You lack faith and do not believe that you can succeed with women. You feel that cold approaching hot girls might get you killed.

2. Slow adaptation

You somehow muster enough courage to cold approach some girls. Brain starts to adapt slowly to your new endeavors. Full faith has not been achieved yet. Large portion of anxiety still exist but the few good experiences make you realize that approaching girls is not dangerous at all. You still get to live a normal life without being killed by man hating people.

3. Initiation of spontaneity

You start making routines and practicing lines. You spend a couple of minutes in front of the mirror talking to yourself. Your are training your subconsciousness to initiate spontaneity. Despite your best effort, your consciousness is not connected entirely to your inner self, hence the robot like expressions during pick up.

4. Auto initiation

By this time some of your routines might have worked or failed. You become aware of those successful ones and learn the essence behind them. You put in more practice by doing more sets. After certain amount of time, your approach anxiety is reduced to an extreme level. Certain conversations flow automatically. I started jumping like a mad man when I number closed a Korean girl *** after my first 20 minutes of free flow chit chat. I literally went in without preparing any memorized lines.

5. One with the environment

In another word, normalization of the act. You are happy when you approach girls. You still get nervous from time to time. But you brain becomes aware of the mistakes and you improve fast. Your spontaneity level keeps on increasing. Your subconsciousness understands that cold approaching is normal and your consciousness is aware of any given opportunity. The sets does not sap your energy but in return becomes a booster. You are turning into a powerful beast.

6, Being in that moment

Spontaneity resulting in ultimate verbal bamboozling. Its you and the girl in your own bubble. This is where you will bombard her with your ultimate charisma game. Not easy to achieve and some people rarely get here.

Spontaneity and charisma are two interlocked traits. One of the topmost male sexual market value is ‘Charisma’. Game meanwhile is a tool which allows you to sell yourself in the best way possible to girls resulting in the need of charisma. Put to work, you create it enough to blast up your place in the sexual market. The best way to achieve it is hardcore practice and desire to succeed with women. There is a reason why the best seducers out there have been grinding at it for years and years. The same reason why 90 % of guys call it a day even before the first hurdle.

* I am extremely jealous of those guys day gaming in Europe, quality in SEA is shittier that those ghetto french girls.

** This guy spoiled my last day night out in Vilnius when I was beaming myself into god mode in a night club. I was not surprised the next day when I got had a hefty hangover.

*** I’m not into Asian girls but this girl was hot and flaked on me after setting up a date.

Text Chronicles 1

In my humble opinion, my text game suck. I have lost some pretty good lead resulting from my abhorrent texting methods. I have decided to scrutinize one of my leads that buckled up during my “Deadline Days” in France.

A  blonde Frenchie with light hazel eyes whom I number closed in Lyon. A dream come true for every fucking Indian immigrant out there, yes even me. She was a HB 7 for me, maybe 6 for the extravagant Master PUA’s. She was wearing a flashy green cardigan, standing out from the dull routinised snobs. I used it as a conversation starter, complimenting it. Usual rapport building, some tease, compliance while always trying to connect emotionally. The latter, still a word disguised by stormy clouds in my brain, the notion complicated.

I sensed a fish in the net but still capable of wriggling its way out. So, I pinged her the same day, a few hours after the initial approach.

Me : This reminds me of your green blouse. You still wearing it ;).I reused a context from my initial approach by sending her a picture of a green colored washing detergent.

Her : Haha! Now you are seeing it everywhere. Normal ^-^. She replied me within 10 minutes. She played along. A good sign

Me : But it’s not normal to give a stranger your phone number just 20 minutes after talking to him. Are you always that nice with people? I decided to change the mood and challenge her. Ended with typical LDM text opener.

Her : Only with the nice ones. That doesn’t mean that I am not careful. We can sense it.

Sign of compliance. I am on the right track

Me : I don’t know why, but I feel good today;). It’s probably the magic tea that I drank just now. I decided to tune up the mood. I stirred it up a bit in a fun flirty way.

Me : Are you still alive?( 1 hour after the last message). A bad move. But she was leaving town for a week in 2 days while I will be leaving France before she returns. I decided to go all out.

Her : Sorry, I am studying at the same time. Magic tea? Signs of interest but her mind is occupied somewhere else.

Me : I drank it before talking to you, but it’s hard to swallow. I’m not sure if you are capable of drinking it. Rebuilding momentum

Her : But there is something inside?Her text becoming shorter and less vibrant. I’m losing out

Me : Yes! We add some love potion inside. Olalala. I’ll have to be careful then. I decided to spike it up back. I put the blame on her.

Her : Hahaha. Spike backfired or she simply is too busy(my ego blaming her homework)

Me : We will see if you can resist it. Tomorrow evening we will try it. Last throw of the dice for the night. I landed on side 1 of the dice.

She replied the next day,

Her : Sorry, I was studying till late night yesterday, could not text back. She reinitiated. My ego was right. She was just too busy or maybe she decided to give me another chance.

Me : Cool, I’ m at Burger King now with my friends. Can’t find anything green here. Not too bad to start back.

Her : Hahaha.

Me : So yeah, see you later at 6 pm. Place Bellecour. For the obvious reasons. I knew the chances were slim

No reply from her side.

After 2 weeks, I texted her back just to test Krauser’s repinging text examples.

Me : A dog started following be on my way back. Weird……

Her : Live long abandon dogs 😉 It worked

Time was not on my side, hence the peculiar need to push for the date the next day itself. The girl was a high yes girl. Reply rates within 10 minutes for all the replies, playing along my lines, and even retexting me the next day. It was mine to lose or gain. Left or right, cat or dog , rain or sunshine, circumstances were against me. I did not see this turning around the other way.

A few bits :

  1. The girls interest should not be taken for granted. I should have built more comfort over the text rather than doing the twat game.

  2. I started well but lost out towards the end.

  3. I threw the dice at the low point of the interaction. Bad move.

  4. The extraction looked forced upon. Never natural enough.

  5. She pinged me back the next day, even apologizing. I guess I didn’t do that bad.

  6. The ping back** after 2 weeks worked, but I was such an idiot not to follow it up just until a few days ago. If she replies, long game beckons.

Text games are another beast. I had similar text experience with another girl that ended no where but lesson llearned. I am currently long gaming “The Beannie Girl” who is slowly starting to fade off **(she is a difficult one for my level of game) and another Malaysian girl I NBC during my first day game session at KL a few weeks ago. She is actually a friend of a friend whom I haven’t meet in 4 years. Well, the street is a mysterious dark lane, and I somehow crossed path with her. She is a HB6 but would qualify as a HB7 for those who are into dusky Arabic looking girls. The connection looks good but she currently works in another state preventing any chance of a date. She seemed fun and naughty but also emotionally vulnerable. Failure or success, this will be interesting.

* The French girl is due. The reply never came.

**Beanie girl is still on. Long game lightens up again.

The delayed October Sarging : 3rd and 4th week

Yay, yay, yay. I am no more in France. Yup, my visa expired, couldn’t get myself a job there. Don’t want to end up being an illegal immigrant. I took myself back to where I started my life as a toddler. Now, I am writing this wonderfully delayed article sitting on a bed covered with a pink Donald Duck bed sheet in my cousin’s house in South East Asia. No, I haven’t turned gay, so no worries. This article should have been written a long time ago, but I ain’t a machine. Haven’t had any chance or time to game here in Malaysia either. Bad logistics amplifying the mess even further. Living with my mom for the first week in a petty town, and now with my relatives. I finally found a job here at least. Just starting off, settling in a new place, and haven’t approached any hot chick since I left la France. Nah, I will never miss those stinky cheese, those half snobby French lasses, and most of all the ever grungy streets of France which is always covered by those stinky unpicked dog shits. But of course, I will regret missing out on French pussies. Damn, I hope I had learned game earlier in my life.

Nevertheless, my last 2 weeks in France was a hectic one, but memorable. Party, friends, sickness, cold weather, daygame meltdowns, but boosted by some vast improvements after some discussion and analysis of my game. So here we go, October sarging 3rd and 4th week. Well, 3rd week, one word, disastrous. I had 1 bloody fucking number close, and guess what, the girl gave me some fake number. I was having immediate blowouts, streaks, and streaks of those. I was mind fucked. 18 sets and one lame number close. This was worst than my meltdown in Belgrade. I was left feeling empty and disgusted by the brain frying nonsense given to me by my beloved French booties. I spit out my problem in RooshV forum. Well, four problems were identified. First one, style. Check out my previous post on that one. It saved me at least 50 approaches.

The rest. empathy, compliance and the most valuable asset in life, emotional connection. I learned these the hard way. To enter the wet hole, you have to enter her mind and heart. Not as easy as it is said. Every woman is different and is triggered in a different way. Sometimes there is no way around it. Let’s save it for later. I don’t even know if I understood what it means. Well, let’s get back to 4th week of sarging. Don’t be surprised, well experience daygamers won’t be, but I ain’t gonna lie.

4th Week Summary

22 sets


1 Instant date(girl who wears a beanie as a hijab during winter, I laughed out at that)

No lays as usual.

3 out of those 7 NBC closes were high yes girls, including the girl from the instant date. Another 2 flaked (one of them a Thai girl)after the first two text exchanges. The rest flaked belly fully. But yeah, it was mine too lose. The 3 ladies were into me, replying me within 10 minutes, but my text game sucks big time. It was my last week in France, I pushed for the dates as fast as I could rather than building some comfort over the text. Boom!! These are worth some meta-analysis. The best example would be when I ended beta sizing the Thai girl by complimenting her from a position of disinterest. I got a “Thank You” as reply, the last thing I would want to hear from a girl.

Daygame is a better medicine


The instant date. A tasteful experience with an Italian born Moroccan girl while sipping some English tea. I had 1 NBC from a tall French girl(HB8) just before, she was enthusiastic about going for a drink. She ended up in my flake list later on, never replying to my text. Vibe pumped up, I was singing some grungy Indian song, whistling while cat-walking down Rue Republique in the heart of Lyon. I saw this Morrocan turning her head,walking, looking, looking into the coffee shop. Nah, it was Haagen Dass, ice cream shop. Yes, ice cream. Ohh, I hate ice-creams! I opened her. She was dressed like a clown,colourful from top to bottom, different colours. After 10 minutes, we were sitting inside Haagen Daas. No ice creams, we drank tea. Hot English tea heating up our bodies during a cold french autumn. Without makeup, she was HB 6.5 at least.

Close enough look alike


I decided to call this girl, “The beanie girl”. She wears beanies during the cold winter as an equivalent to a hijab during summer. My body stayed still, my mind fidgeting. I finally had an I-date, and it ended up with a K-selected religious girl. I heard of those nasty horny Arabic sluts who hide themselves in veils but this one was an exception. She doesn’t drink. Never goes out late at night. A traditional girl that I won’t mind dating in a long term, except for the Muslim part. Bad timing, I was looking for a quick fun R-selected pussy. I decided to keep the date short. 10 minutes into the date, I sensed that she isn’t that girl that responds to asshole game, witty dry jokes or creative story telling. She is intellectually and emotionally triggered. A pure K-selected girl. I realized a few days later, intellectual discussion doesn’t not make a pussy wet, but the man’s ability to converse in-depth on specific topics and hold the girl’s attention gives the adverse effects. It conveys power and confidence which are vital tools in seduction. A powerful tool, but only if slight attraction has already established and this girl was surely attracted to me.

I bantered about science and physics, relating it with life, chaos theory, destruction, karma, and rebirth. Chaining it with certain movies that I watched evoking these theories. I avoided talking about religion to avoid offending her. In the end, she was a 19 year old teenager arriving in a new country far away from her friend. The next 20 minutes were spent on her talking about her life, me guiding her all the way. Next step, verbal kino!!!

Looking into her dark brown eyes, with a slow deep voice, I uttered, “You have nice lips”.

“What was that”, I heard the voice from the Arabic babble sitting in front of me.

I repeated, “I said, you have nice lips”.

The next second, she was asking me about my girlfriend, which I never had. This girl was game. I decided to tease her, just to test for some compliance.

“You know, I think….. you are funny, talkative, a bit smart, but most of all absolutely crazy.”

She,giggling and talking, looking at me, then her eyes gazing over her cup of tea, “Yes, I am”.

A few seconds later, I came to know that logistics were not on my side. She was living with her parents, and I had two blue pilled friends back home who are not aware of the existence of game. Despite the attraction, everything pointed out at she not being DTF. Affirmation needed. I touched her hand, looking at her fading nail gloss. She gave some nervy chill, she pulled back after a couple of seconds. Then, I was sure. I looked at my phone, told her I have to get back. We exchanged numbers and walked for a few minutes before heading on separate ways.

We texted a couple of times, but now I’m now in another country. The prospect of a typical Krauser initiated long game is my only option for the time being. Meanwhile, I am eager to start daygaming in Malaysia. Still yet to do any sessions for valid reasons. Daygaming is novel here, girls have never seen it before. I will probably have to start all over again……..

K-selected fashion and R -selected fashion

 I know, I know, what happened to October Sarging 3rd and 4th week!!! I have not stopped daygaming of course. I went out, had upsets, got mind fucked, re-analysed my game, got some help and recovered. Now at 800 sets, still 0 lays but I learned valuable lessons which unlocked another level of my game. I will leave that story for another blog post where I will capture my tale during the 2 last weeks of the chill October autumn in Lyon.

Now, lets talk about K/R selections. This is a short post, something simple, nothing fancy, but stung me like a bee to the heart. Jimmy Jambone ,Krauser and other gamers have vastly talked and written about this mindblowing scientific theory. Each of them with different views of course.So basically,


R-selected : The lover or player

K-selected : The boyfriend or provider


R- dressing style

Each of these categories has their own dressing style which creates the appropriate vibe. So technically, R-selected men, the so-called players,serial seducers and the wannabe PUA(once me), would opt for the bad boy style. Leather jackets, skull sketched T-shirt, dark jeans and randy boots. Well, I agree, all these gives a real masculine vibe or even better, a strong “Alpha” model appearing on Harley Davidson ads. Now wait!Wait!Wait! Look back at the picture above, look at the black guy(dark-skinned guys such as me included here). How he would look without the unclassy accessories. Like a mafia war leader. His facial features radiates masculinity, the R- selected dressing style amplifies it even further. The headphone, nasty shoes in his right hand, the old man coat in his left hand and the chode like bag at least prevents the FBI or CIA from locking the man down in the dark dirty cellar. He is safe, at least for the time being.

Being stupid and ignorant,I followed the R-selected fashion style theory blindly, thinking that the multiplied bad boy light will help me bang chicks(I don’t carry shoes or bags of course). In the end, it’s just a theory. It worked for Krauser and probably some other daygamers , but let’s admit it, he is white and has a baby face. Dressing the R way brings a dangerous mysterious aura around him which neutralizes his baby face. I in return ,look like a bad boy from top to bottom, not boasting, people around me said it before. Going gangster backfired, and backfired badly. A step further, the geography or the environment of the day game venue plays a role. Dressing up is compulsory in France, if you do daygame then it’s mandatory, or else just stay at home, play video games and suck on a popsicle. I learned this quite late, my ego crushed, but was glad that I made the much-needed changes to my style. I go with a blazer, chinos and dressing shoes since the turmoil. This flipped the switch and the results were lightly electrifying. I rarely had blatant blowouts where the girl ignores me completely. The first impression worked wonders. As a beginner, this is vital as we can appear uncalibrated during certain sets. I understand why those chodes that I met in Lyon don’t come out anymore. For any players who is aiming to shoot your arrow in France, get your style game tight and go for K- dressing style.

Okay, now let’s go a bit more forward. How would a white guy with baby face look if he dresses the K – way.

(Left: Classy) (Right: Chode)

The college nerd on the right is a surreal pussy repellent. Losing those dorky glasses and replacing the blazer with a leather jacket and tight jeans might do him some good. His hair needs some adjustment too. A bit of saliva plus bubble gum would work I guess. The black guy on the left meanwhile ooze pure coolness. He would probably get a few IOI’s on the street from girls preying on dark skin. R or K does not matter. However, striking a balance between these two with what you were born with  is a must.

October Sarging (2nd Week) and Miscellaneous

Day game

  • 4 sessions – 21 sets – 2NBC/ 1FBC – 0 Dates – 0 Lays

  • All three flaked at different levels. This brown guy ended up humping his red pillow. Look at the picture below and you will understand.

    Yup. This is the very me

Night game

  • Non-existence as usual.

Online game

  • I look like shit in pictures. DOT


  • I pumped my body with explosive hydrogen cyanide.

  • Indian Hulk ready to be unleashed.

  • Muscles are growing and I look fitter since started re-working my dormant nerves and muscles.

Money and hustle –

  • Freelancing failed. Reason, lack of professional experience in writing. BOOM.

  • Building from scratches in the Warrior Forum.

  • Work on my sci-fiction thriller came to a halt.

  • Plans to learn business from a cousin who is into timber imports.

Others –

  • Confrontation with my family.

  • Basic Red Pill Indian guy problem.(More on this later once I return back home soon. I smell burnt charcoal launched towards me despite the distance)

  • Finished reading James A. Corey’s Caliban’s War. Recommended to all sci-fiction lovers but contains highly feminized characters, so don’t tear it apart. I nearly did.

Hunger for pussy – 200 %

PS: The guy in the picture above is not me. I look worst than that.

October Sarging (1st week):A bit rusty and 2 weak FB closes

September was a drab month. My summer vacation ended mid way through September. Two fucking days of bus all the way from Eastern Europe to Lyon gave me blotted feet which freaked me out. No big deal, I was back running around like a happy dog in a few days. Here I was, back at my friend’s gigantic apartment where I had the whole living room to myself. I was jobless, still am, but not a man in desperation. I would wake up the next morning, turn on my dusty computer which has been serving me tirelessly for the past few years and look for jobs that would suit me, or that I would suit in. It was tiresome, with a master’s degree in engineering people expect you to play by the same rules all the time. You graduate, send the same CV and resume that every other blockhead graduate would send. The HR then filters the uncanny blockheads such as me and interviews the genuine one’s. You then go through several unworthy procedure, earn yourself a small cubicle among an office full of experienced blockheads. Office hours, 9 to 5, you go back home with a slouched back, tired and unhappy with your life.

Couple of months ago I was swimming in the vague current that would bring be to that very path. Letter after letters, call after calls. In June, a young lady working for an up coming engineering company was very kind to give way to my pestering and decided to interview me. I never heard from her again except for a short mail with a negative reply. Lying back on my bed, I pondered and pondered, not too long of course, I knew that I wanted to write. The rage to write was instilled in me a long time ago, but worthless commitments took away the desires to nestle with the words that would perk up in my brain. But now, I had time in my hand, nobody to stop me but me and only me. All I have to do is invest my time and skill and be rewarded with a lump of cash which would surely not bloat my back account any time soon. I signed up and tried my luck, some of my proposal was considered but nothing came up. I then decided to try my hands on dock shipping and site flipping. Everything backfired, there is no way to make quick money, and I decided to lock my heels on writing and freelancing.

Well, all these trial and errors with various money fabricating methods were onerous and harshly long. Damn those people who make buck loads of money in a short spin. Being a normal human being I took it step by step. Still looking for my first project, but I am a realist optimist. Good times aren’t far ahead. Speaking about normal human being, well, all work and no play makes a tiger angry and wild. I nearly became one. I approached probably 5 girls during this period. My game went stall. I had to get my ass out and that is just what I did. My first approach after the lay off was a petite French Moroccan, a lawyer and she was receptive. She complimented me for being smart and funny, the vibe was good but for some unknown reason I did not number close her. I did another 2 sets that day, ended up FB closing a local girl who was reluctant of my kino. There was a small hunch of approach anxiety creeping back in but this set vanquished all the doubts I had on nervousness after a break from day game. However, the same girl ignored my friend request and I would not make a big fuss about that, not anymore.

My second session of the week was on a sunny but quite chilly Wednesday evening. My first two sets were cold blow outs, but not spine chilling cold by any means. My 3rd set ended in a Facebook close. A HB6 at the most, dressed prominently in pink, I opened her by complimenting her look alike to a pink doll. She was receptive, a good set but something was missing, something I could not just point my finger to. I avoided adding her in facebook knowing from my previous experience. My next set was a HB 8. A tall slender office girl taking big strides like a lioness preying on a bull. She was giving mone-wordrd reply, two at the most. She has a boyfriend and was reluctant in giving me her number. The set ended and I sent her on her way. The next 3 sets were roadblocks. Sun was soon setting, the air getting colder and street being filled with gradual emptiness. I spotted a girl crossing me, a small plaster at the corner of her right eye. She was dressed in a long red coat with a small black sports bag in her hand. She was a 7 for me. I chased her and opened her from the side, complimenting on her attire and inquiring about the small wound I spotted earlier.

There were instant chemistry, looking into her shiny eyes there was a twinkling spark. She moved two steps closer towards me. For some reason I have been approaching girls in English before switching to French and the trend continued. She is a dancer on her way to buy a scarf that would keep a tiny body warm before hitting the dance class. I saw ROI from her, questions, she asking me. I saw attraction and decided to build comfort and rapport. I took the chance to do some escalation. I brushed her hair lightly like a soft breezy wind blowing past without any resistance. She did not show any discomfort. We talked mostly about travels and books. She even visited my birth country which gave more baits to latch on. The set was a bout to end. I was confident about the number close. Dang!!! She refused to pass me her number. I was confused, she was resisting, but not moving away from me. I held her hand for a while until she pulled it away. There were no signs of discomfort and I sensed a girl who wants to be chased. The shield could been shattered if I had not been rusty as I were.

The set died, I walked away, took the subway and returned home. Thinking about it, my inability to persist was the turning point here. Something that has been poking me in the head since the last few months. Or was she enjoying some free harmless attention that I was pouring on her. I was also hesitant during my escalations. With a bit more confidence, I could have done wonders. I went out again on Friday, bad day to go out; I had done it before and will never learn. I took a mid afternoon nap that left me with a groggy head. For some reason I did only 4 sets which went to the graveyard. My vibe was bad, I stopped a girl who only spoke French, I struggled to muster any word in French despite my fluency. Everything was wrong today, my energy, busy people preparing for the weekend and the ever decreasing temperature. I was angry at myself. It was a shitty day and for someone who had done around 700 sets, days like this are big headaches which evoked disgrace when I look myself at the mirror. Next week has to be different, very different.