Adventure Sex – Excerpt #1

September 5, 2016

[What follows is the full unedited text of the first half of the opening chapter. This should give you rascals a feel for my writing style and the story I go on to tell.]

Chapter One: Hibernation.

 It was January 2014. I was a bear tucked away in his cave, snoring contentedly on his bed of leaves, dreaming pots of delicious honey. The excitement of the prior year was over, but I felt travel fatigue deep in my bones. I’d been pushing myself hard for five years, climbing aboard the emotional roller-coaster week after week. Periods of respite were short. I was so determined to improve and so addicted to the unpredictable work-reward pay-off profile that I floated many consecutive adrenal highs and suffered an equal number of crashes. Like the Federal Reserve trying to re-blow the next economic bubble with additional injections of monetary stimulus, I was re-injecting myself with more trips, more sets, and more sex. The inevitable comedown was building as ominously as the Fed’s balance sheet. The process needed to unwind and it might get messy.

 The first real tremors came in November 2013. I found myself resentful of hitting the streets and couldn’t muster any interest in fucking my regular girls. I’d drop off in the middle of Facebook chats. Girls would send me titty photos on WhatsApp and I’d not even acknowledge them.

 My mojo was gone.

 Rather than fight it, I decided to hole up and accept it for what it was – daygame revulsion. I’d over-eaten from the buffet of younger-hotter-tighter. Time to concentrate on something else.

 There’s a tension between chasing women and accomplishing other things in life. For all their seductive pleasures, women are dream-killers. So long as there’s a sniff of hot pussy wafting along the air, I’m off like a hunting dog catching a scent. I couldn’t multi-task this area of my life. Instead I decided to just segment them – some weeks I’d go out chasing women, other weeks I’d shut myself in and try my level best to ignore them.

 Throughout 2013 I’d felt the tug of dissatisfaction from overdosing on the skirt-chasing and letting everything else decay. I wanted to produce something great and spend guilt-free time indulging my hobbies. So, I was going to write a book and catch up on my video-gaming. I had a plan for winter and no girls in this tree house!

 Initially I was going to lock myself in a cabin in the Lake District. A few years earlier I’d watched Johnny Depp play a reclusive writer in Secret Window. I didn’t much care for the plot, the scares, or the slow descent into madness. But I did visualise myself in his position – a crackling log fire set inside a stone mantelpiece, thick fluffy cushion on the sofa, frost along the windows, and a view over forests and mountains. Give me that – total isolation.

Artist impression

Artist impression

 Ideally there’d be no internet connection. No bloggers, no movies, no UFC pay-per-views. Just me, my laptop, a coffee machine, and a PlayStation 3. Within a week of idle speculation I’d already made a list of games to complete. I even considered buying an old Nintendo GameCube because I regretted never finishing Super Mario Sunshine.

 As it turned out, I underestimated my fatigue. Boarding a train to the Lakes was too much fuck about. Instead I feathered my nest in Hampstead, London and slid comfortably into a rut. I began working hard on Daygame Mastery, the first book I’d written since Daygame Nitro back in May 2011.

 Nitro was rather scrappy and rushed, but it gained me some fleeting notoriety. It was the London Daygame Model (LDM) that everyone was using, and I’d finally gotten it down on paper. At that point I’d only been getting laid regularly from daygame for eight or nine months, which meant a lot of the content was aspirational rather than ruthlessly efficient, well drilled and well practised. I knew it was conceptually solid, but my ability to implement it was still inconsistent. Fortunately it stood the test of time.

 I’d been avoiding a new book for quite some time. Once I pull the trigger on a project, I’m damned to finish it – come what may. That’s both my greatest strength and greatest weakness. I don’t make a promise I can’t keep, either to myself or others, making me hugely reluctant to commit to any great project. I’d frittered away months indecisively, but as my hibernation beckoned I ran out of excuses.


 I was living in a converted church building with fifteen other people. It was a cavernous abode, one of those horror movie houses where the heroine runs screaming from room to room for twenty minutes and still doesn’t exhaust all the available hiding places. The main corridor was like a wing of The Shining, vanishing into the distant mists. I half expected to hear the rattling of a little toddler racing around on his tricycle. Just last night I was playing the game Amnesia: A Machine For Pigs in which your character wakes up in a creepy 1899 Victorian mansion suffering memory loss. You must wander the empty halls with endless rows of locked doors, gradually descending into the basement depths where an underground factory manufactures strange violent pig-men.

 That’s how I felt every morning, waking up at 10am after the whole house had gone to work.

 We each had two adjoining private rooms, which made it easy to remain undisturbed. It also helped that while I knew a couple of the tenants from the previous place, most of them were randomers. There was a creepy Spanish guy who rode his little-wheeled bicycle everywhere, had the muscularity of a vegan, and who I only ever saw when he was eating the same breakfast cereal every night at 11pm on the dot. He briefly had an equally weird girlfriend but she didn’t stay long. Further down the corridor was a worn-out old media girl who was twenty-eight going on forty. A couple of times I bumped into her going to the shared shower rooms when she hadn’t painted her face on. Jesus! She certainly didn’t help the horror movie vibe. There was a pretty-faced but fat-arsed young black chick who had Tinder-dated her way up to a sheepish white guy. A few doors along was a shrewish thirty-year old Dutch cunt who bullied her toy boy lover and had moved her mother into the room next door to double-team him with earache.

 On the plus side, Johnny Wisdom made the move with us, too, although sightings of him were becoming increasing rare. John Bodi was down at the opposite end of the house – still probably closer to me than he’d like. I’d burrowed my way into an annex building hidden behind a solitary door and winding corridor. Hardly any of the other tenants ventured through, so I had my own kitchen, toilet and lounge. All I missed was the log fire and stone mantelpiece.

 I quickly settled into a routine.

 I’d wake up at 10:00am. Splintered rays of sun would peek through the gaps in my blackout curtains, finding me cocooned in the accumulated warmth of eight hours under a duvet. Everywhere was deathly quiet. Even though I was in a busy Hampstead suburb, the church had a vast tree-lined garden that backed onto our neighbour’s equally vast gardens, completely cutting off all big city sounds. Usually the neighbour’s dog woke me, barking contentedly as he chewed on a pair of leather boots. I’d stretch an arm out and pull the curtains apart to gaze out and see the tops of all those trees, framed in a clear blue sky. Absolute bliss.

If you think this sounds like the kind of book you’d like to read, maybe you should. It’s, like, exactly that.

A book, yesterday

A book, yesterday


  1. I don’t see your proofs Krauser. I don’t care about your fake stories [Just prove your 45-in-90 or STFU. K.]

    • Lol

      Deepak, I love how your defence now is basically “well, I don’t see your proof either”. Such a poor attempt to deflect attention from your obviously fraudulent claims. Are you trying to argue that you’re not the only fraud? That doesn’t make you look less fraudulent.

      This whole thing is so funny.

    • Hey Deepak lol. This is a serious question. I’m a stupid sand nigger indian faggot like yourself and I’ve been trying to learn the game. No white girls (the best girls) want me near them because my dick is tiny and my accent makes me sound retarded. How do you and your sand nigger gang overcome these biological obstacles?

      I’ve tried everything


  2. Ordered it just today… Seems promisingly exciting, filled with juicy details and written in flawless prose. It should adequately fill my hibernation period when I’m not playing video games, getting shitfaced or trying to get inside the pants of that cute distant cousin who lives next town. [As good as I think my book is, I think those three options slightly edge it. K.]

  3. This is not something I would buy. From your Daygame Mastery book the most immediate benefit I got from it were mindsets. About pickup. A book like this should be packed with them. Maybe I’m not so interested in this section and it gets better, but the last four or so paragraphs were definitely uninteresting to me. I don’t read much, but here’s my opinion. A ton of adjectives setting a scene is probably done a lot in novels. But it’s not interesting here. It’s not a fantasy novel. Also, the four paragraphs before that are just things a reader of yours likely already knows.

    ” There’s a tension between chasing women and accomplishing other things in life. For all their seductive pleasures, women are dream-killers. So long as there’s a sniff of hot pussy wafting along the air, I’m off like a hunting dog catching a scent. I couldn’t multi-task this area of my life. Instead I decided to just segment them – some weeks I’d go out chasing women, other weeks I’d shut myself in and try my level best to ignore them.”

    This part was interesting to me. And i’ll tell you why. I’m a pretty lazy motherfucker. I have different obsessions but it only seems I can do one at a time. Every week its a new thing. And this is what is interesting to me. The first five paragraphs.

    Make of this what you will. One man’s opinion.

  4. You will see more proofs. My next video will loose your business. Then we can see what you and your fat friend Jabba want to say to me and Justin. You guys just jealous because a minority gets more woman’s than you. Watch the video and you can see the real game

    • You look and sound like you’re missing a chromosome Deepak.

      You’re also barely literate ie “gets more woman’s than you”.

      You’re a retarded fuck trying to pretend that women find you remotely bearable when it’s evident that isn’t the case.

      Fuck off.

      Krauser, please stop allowing this moron to comment on your blog.

    • Just to echo what everyone else is saying and thinking

      Fuck off retarded, ugly Paki turd.

    • You’re such a snakeoil salesman. Your Birmingham Bus Driver Game is doing some serious damage to your fellow asians. Stop lying and selling false hopes. You’re using smoke and mirrors and deflection tactics. You do realise people who follow these blogs are clued up on frame control right? You’ve got no chance.

    • Paki cunt’s gonna scam. You guys are genetic liars. [No race-baiting on my blog, please. I know I sometimes do it but it’s my blog so I can. K.]

  5. I hate to say this, but nick’s misery makes a lot of other my misery palatable. Game has so much of shit built into it – the number funnel, flakes, lmrs, burnouts. On top of that, you have your other life to live if you’re not a full time globe trotting professional daygamer.

    Most of his successes seem too alien to me. But the best thing which i like about this book is that despite him getting such amazing results, nick keeps the readers under no illusion about what is most important – the process; You have to put in the numbers, no matter how good you get. Haven’t read the full thing, but i would recommend it to anyone who wants a realistic assessment of both the possibilities and the challenges of what’s to come, if he wants to daygame.

  6. Krauser is the Dostoyevsky of PUA. [I hope he’s not the one who got sent to the gulag. K.]

  7. It reads well. A bit more flowery than the last book, but I like it,

    Would you consider packaging your old blog posts into a book? The site is a bit tricky to navigate and would be nice to have them all in one place. Would buy.

  8. Both of you keep avoiding and deflecting…Deepak should address the 25/50 claim, or at least inform us when he will address it,and Krauser should acknowledge that his video analysis is bullshit or at least take Deepak up on his offer to go to Berlin all expenses paid and see the unedited video for himself, then apologize.

  9. Super Mario Sunshine is definitely underrated and worth playing.

    P.S I noticed you included a pic of us in Prague on Page 325. Cheers for the mention. [It was fun hanging out with you and your buddies. K.]

  10. So Deepak has responded with his “proof” video

    I’ll leave you to make up your own minds.

    Deepak if you’re reading this, it’s blindingly obvious that if you really did fuck 45/90 in Kiev, there would be REAMS of evidence..WhatsApp convos, text messages, pictures. You’ve proven you’re techincally competent enough to put together videos, so there would also be a ton of footage of in the bedroom. Hell, I even produced one myself a while back.

    So where is it?

    I’ve got my own stuff to work on now – so I’m out. I think Nick has proven his point.

    • Bloody hell! Wait… It’s all clear for me now. After watching this it’s obvious to me that I’ve been scammed by this dodgy Krauser character, who presents no solid evidence other than real conversations in fluent English – brimming with cleverness, witticisms and social inteligence – and loads of Whatsapp and FB text exchanges, not to mention actual footage of him fucking the girls where one can clearly see that they are not hired actresses or prostitutes.
      Hell… What I’ve learned from this obvious scammer Krauser helped me increase my notch count from 2 or maybe 3 rather plain girls a year to 9 so far (including 1 SDL with a quite hot bird), 1 point or maybe 2 higher quality in average, and I’m still below the one thousand approaches benchmark. But I guess my standards were too low. It’s blatantly obvious to me that by now I should have bedded at least 50 girls – complete strangers with whom one interacts for a few minutes on the street, by the way – or even 100.
      God I feel utterly fooled and enraged! My success with women is completely in the hands of PUA instructors. I should not be out working hard and trying to figure out what works best for me… I should simply rely on the Daygame super powers of genuine masters, such as ‘the Waynes’ – who have successfully proven they walk the walk by hiring actresses and mouthing insults left and right to protect their unfairly questioned reputation.

    • These girls look like cheap whores

    • Fucking LOL he made the video private!!!

  11. Jabba. I provided too much evidences now. All you had was one kiss close and you even said your self you can’t get laid for 6 month. You are a fraud and you never had the woman’s you said you had like krauser

    • Not being funny Deepak, but those girls are no more than a 5 at the very most.

      For someone as proficient as you in skill, I would expect them to be far hotter than that.
      Any reasonably looking guy who takes care of himself can get birds like that without game.

      Heck, I did before I got into game and got involved purely because I wanted better quality.

      I think everyone’s opinion of you still stands. Proof of the 45/90 video or admit your dishonesty.

      • Funny how Deepak has now edited out the girls. I wouldn’t touch them with your dick, let alone my own.

        To be fair to the old fella, if they are legit pulls, then he is punching above his SMV. Even though they are 5s at the tops.

    • You clearly don’t understand the meaning of the word “evidence”.

      45 lays so it’s about 100+ girls dated which in turn means minimum 150-200 dates and let’s be generous – a thousand approaches. And you don’t have any pictures, text messages, videos, audio recordings? First prove the 45-in-90 claim, then you can attack others.

    • Deepak, why not just release the footage of the cameraman moving round to the other side of the set? You spent ages explaining why he moved…you say you have all of the footage…there could be no possible privacy issues…

      It would be an easy win for you. Unless of course that part of the footage is a smoking gun and that’s why it was edited out. [To ask the question is to answer it. K.]

      Absolutely zero chance his guy’s veek game is lijjit.

    • Is that why you deleted your “proof” video…It might convince a bunch of low IQ inbred subhumans like yourself, but as you can see here, you got fucking BURIED.

      Point is, I had talent to begin with, and I have been honest about my difficulties over last few years…Financial, business and otherwise..I am addressing these and will MAKE STEVIE GREAT AGAIN!

      You on the other hand are a low IQ inbred piece of shit who never had any talent, have lied and scammed, and who has now got buried – done and dusted – you are DONE and have pathetically dick tucked and deleted your proof video.

      You don’t deserve to share company with Nick, me, or anyone on this blog so GTFO, don’t come back, and kiss your business goodbye while you’re at it!


      Haha, brilliant takedown Nick!

  12. Hi Nick.
    Do you think you will make a pdf with includes every articles on this blog?
    I think this is a good idea. And maybe that pdf you can add to the email subscription, so that pdf will go peoples emails and subscribe your blog at the same time.

    I think one human 1 or 2 days can make it. And that will be a really really good pdf 😀 [No plans, but if you want to try it, send me an email. K.]

  13. You London posters pua listen deepak is teach you best how to pussies. no name steve and kroser had their lie days fake sex. deepak real deal and don’t masterbbatte to fake lais. take offer to prove game berlin or no integity steev and krostr

  14. Krauser I want to buy your book. I have 2 questions 1) Can you ship it to Sweden? and 2) I’m a minority living in Sweden at the moment, but seeing the last post I want to know if I can buy your book? Thanks [So far as I know, only Eskimos are not able to buy it. K.]

  15. Hi Krauser, do you have an online copy of your book like the previous book or is it only paperback? if you do can you please post the link to buy it thx.

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