Uberkrauser: Sample Chapter

January 5, 2021
krauserpua

I’ve been back in Newcastle almost two months now. I’m sure we can all agree that 2020 daygame was a pile of toss. Thank you very much Chinky communist cunts and your globalist stooges. I’m due reparations from the CCP scumbags and oh do I hope and pray that Trump cancels all the US debt they hold. Fucking scumbags.


Anyway, the irony wasn’t lost on me that I spent two years away from daygame getting my life and health back in order and “transitioning” to a post-daygame life only to find that when I decided to get back on the streets (April 1st) the chinks had gotten the whole world locked down. I managed about one month of total daygame in 2020, doing 95% of my year’s pitiful total of approaches in Moscow in September [1]


Maybe I’ll write more about my 2020 if there’s reader interest. For now it’s just a longwinded segue into what I’ve been doing in Newcastle: inching through my memoir. It’s now up to 145k words which puts it on a par with all the other volumes [2] and I’ve completed what I consider the “full draft”. That’s just my own silly term to mean I’ve (a) gotten the full chronological period covered and (b) hit my target word count. So I’m now onto the “second edit” meaning I start at the beginning of the manuscript and read through trying to clean it up and improve prose quality and pacing. Funnily enough, this is the stage where I find out what I’ve written. When writing the first draft I just start at the beginning and plod through, never re-reading completed chapters, so I quickly forget what I’ve written.


Here is a sample section from the first draft. This is how my writing looks at the first attempt. It’ll get cleaned up a bit on this next pass.

Draft front cover

“Bro, I’ve got some time off work. Let’s go to Odessa,” he said.
I expressed my lack of interest.
“Tell you what, Big Bro,” he continued. “I’ll fly you down and pay for your hotel.”


That changed my mind.


So, on the tenth of June I boarded a flight at Warsaw’s Chopin airport to the Ukranian sea-side resort. As I watched the blanket of clouds beneath me I still couldn’t rustle up any enthusiasm. We soon dipped back through the clouds over the sparkling Black Sea and even a panorama of natural beauty did nothing for me. I was in a good mood- life was going well- but I had low expectations and had made the trip simply because Kenan had made things so easy.


Odessa airport was a tip. It was a barn-like Soviet-era monstrosity.


I shouldered my rucksack and stepped into the hot sunshine, following the signs to the airport transfer bus. I had to fend off a few taxi drivers who’d stepped out of the 1970s to solicit my fare. When I arrived at the bus stop I couldn’t quite believe it. The transfer terminal was, quite literally, a shack. The blue paint cracked on every surface exposing deep rust beneath. A paper was pinned on the wooded wall in Ukranian gibberish with what looked to be a timetable. After a half hour a battered minibus arrived and I jumped on. The driver never asked for a fare.

I walked on through to the back seat and looked out the window. The bus stopped a few more times headed into town, picking up a handful of passengers. I continued gazing out the window in awe at the grinding poverty of the Odessa suburbs. First I passed isolated broken-down farm houses and then the clustered hovels of gypsy camps. These gave way to battered tenements and eventually to the city centre. Here and there I noticed shopping malls, which appeared to be the only buildings in good repair.


Odessa was the dirtiest, most broken-down city I’d seen since Belgrade. Yet it lacked Belgrade’s charm.


It appeared completely un-daygameable from what I’d seen. The pavements were empty and noisy disorganised traffic shuttled past at high speed. The few plazas we passed were choked off by unruly traffic roundabouts and street sellers. I kept my spirits up by reminding myself many FSU cities are like this outside the old centre. It’s always the old centre that counts.


To my relief, when we finally pulled around the corner from my hotel, we were in the nice part of town. Kenan had gotten us a room each in a fancy-pants hotel, the Frapolli Hotel on Derybasivska street. It was a delightfully retro hotel with blue painted outer walls, an art deco metal and glass street-facing lounge restaurant, and small balconies overlooking the famous street.


“This is certainly the nice part of town,” I thought as I noted all the brand new flash cars parked outside. I’d left all the rattling Ladas and Yugos a few blocks back.


The hotel reception did not disappoint. There was a large brick fireplace in one corner with a few leather easy chairs pulled up in front and a grand piano next to it. A winding dark brown wooden staircase spiralled up to the guest rooms. On the other side of the staircase were more leather chairs and pleasant decorative wrought-iron pillars painted pastel red. Whatever happened, this would be a nice getaway from my typical daygame squalor.


It was not yet four in the afternoon and Kenan wasn’t due until eight, so I went outside for a look about. A few miles distant I saw some ominous-looking clouds but as yet the sky directly over my head was brilliantly clear. I walked around the block, checking out the footfall and vibe to see if their was daygame to be had. I remember Tom telling me of a trip he’d made to Odessa around 2013-ish. “Shite for daygame, mate. Grotty as fuck. No sets. I got really lucky with a same day lay.”


Not that I believed him, but let’s not flog that particular dead horse any more.


His assessment of daygame opportunities seemed spot on, though. I didn’t see a single hot girl. Nothing even to the standard of “at least it’s a notch” shaggable. I returned to the hotel and had a lie down.


Kenan arrived, brimming with positivity.
“Bro, let’s go out. I’ll buy you dinner.”
“Okay.”


Kenan led the way to a nearby dining district composed of two long pedestrian streets lined with restaurants and with a long grassy park between them. The atmosphere was pleasant and I noticed it was popular with middle-aged couples and families with young children. It wasn’t at all popular with single women of shaggable age, however, and in the three hours we sat at an outside table to eat, I only got up once to do a set.
Little did I know, that would be my only daygame set of the trip.


The next day, it started raining heavily.


And I do mean heavily. For several hours Kenan and I sat in the hotel lobby looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows shaking our heads in disappointment.


“Bro, this is not good. Already we have the problem that we are slightly early for the holiday season. This does not help.”


The rain did stop by dinner time so we went out again to eat but there streets had been washed of any sets that might’ve been abroad. Kenan suggested we hit a nightclub. I wasn’t at all enthusiastic, having been singularly unimpressed with Kiev clubs, but Kenan did make the very reasonable case that Odessa is a resort town and all the best tottie would be at the beach-front area called Arcadia.


“This is where the beach and clubs are,” he said. “The girls sleep all day and then drive to the clubs. It is far from here, so they don’t walk the streets. We can get a taxi there. It is our best hope.”


I checked my watch. It was getting on the nine pm. I didn’t have any other plans, so I agreed. Anyway, Kenan was funding the whole trip so it would’ve been churlish to let him down on a Saturday night. We went back to the hotel to rest, aiming to hit the clubs around eleven.


While waiting in the lobby I couldn’t help but notice and exceedingly beautiful woman sitting on a chair across the room from me. Tall, leggy, and in fantastic gym-shape, she looked an absolute knock-out in her figure-hugging evening dress. She was as close to a ten as exists in the real world.


And she was looking at me.


It took me a little while to realise it, what with the ten metres or so between us, and that stunners never give out obvious IOIs like that. Once I realised she was indeed trying to catch my eye, I got up and walked over. She gave me a welcoming smile and indicated I could sit next to her. After a few sallies, I realised she couldn’t speak English.


A woman old enough to be her mum came over and helped translate.
“She says you look very nice,” said the old battle axe.
“Thank you. She too is pretty, though I’m worried because Ukranian girls are crazy.”
There was a short exchange in Slavic babble between the females and the battle axe turned back to address me.
“She says thank you but she is not crazy. Where are you from?”
By now, Kenan was coming down the spiral staircase. He looked over the bannister at me, assessed the situation, and then came over.
“This is a professional girl, my friend,” he said. “I think you prefer the club.”


Kenan was only confirming what I’d already figured out- when something looks too good to be true, it usually is. I have occasionally rattled very attractive women but not ever have they sat in hotel lobbies making fluttery eyes at my fat ass before I’ve even had a chance to begin my silver-tongued magic. I said good bye to the young lady and her madam. It was all quite polite.


A taxi pulled up outside.


“Mate, I’ve heard Odessa is pussy paradise but so far I’m very disappointed. That one whore aside, I see more fuckable women on Northumberland Street.”
“Where is this?”
“Newcastle.”
“Don’t worry,” Kenan laughed. “I’m sure the nightclub will be better.”

Shagged

If you don’t buy Daygame Overkill, you’re a bit of a daft cunt. It’s by far the best in-field coaching product out there.

1 – One lay with a 24-yr old stunner I picked up in Gipsy nightclub at 2am while drunk out of my mind and banged ten days later on first date. Again, the irony is not lost on me. Also two near misses with very hot young women, a few make outs, and a few dates to nowhere.
2 – Except for Balls Deep second edition which is a whopping 210k words.

16 Comments

  1. enjoyed that little snippet Nick! hurry up and get it out into the wild you lazy cunt! 😉

  2. I’d be interested to hear more about your 2020, specifically what made you go back to the streets and what your new goals are.

  3. Yeah, big thanks to the slit-eyed chinks and the leftist cunts indeed…

    Great writing as usual Nick; nice smooth preamble and great evocative descriptions.
    (btw, saw a typo – and exceedingly)

    If I remember correctly, the Arcadia nightclub you go to that night is the one where you said u saw the hottest women ever (all 8-10) but ALL looking for baller provider husbands, right?

  4. Will your memoirs be available in kindle format on amazon? I will buy them if it is the case

  5. If you’d ever actually been to China then you would realise that the UK or even the US is far more communist. Doesn’t have the bloated welfare state that’s dragging these countries down, far less regulatory crap and generally lower taxes. Good luck cancelling debt you owe and then finding all the stores in America are empty because most businesses would much prefer to operate in China than in the west. [Nonsense. China still has central planning of investment, pricing (through currency manipulation) and heavy social control. Freedom for low-level businesses doesn’t make it capitalist. K.]

  6. Too blame the chinks when it was our governments that enforced the restrictions/quarantines/lockdowns upon us is really just to strain out a gnat and swallow a camel, reminds me of that meme of 2 NPC:s that blame either Russia or China depending if they wear a pink knit hat or a MAGA cap. The Chinese authorities went hard on Wuhan for a short time when the virus was new and we didn’t know much about it, while Western governments simultaneously did very little to stop the spread from entering their respective countries. Since then, China is much more free in this aspect than many Western states. And besides, it has been determined that SARS-CoV-2 existed in Spain, Italy, US etc. before the outbreak in Wuhan, so it’s debatable if the virus even originated from China. [You aren’t paying attention to the sprawling bribery and blackmail operation China is running on Western elites, or their seizure of the WHO. Western leaders are to blame, but they are taking Chinese money and Chinese orders. It’s an act of war. K.]

    • I’m aware of that, China is a relatively new player on the arena. But it’s still our controlled governments and corporations that are flooding our nations with non-whites, brainwashing us with multiculturalism, feminism, LGBT propaganda, censoring us with hate speech laws and deplatforming, and of course are the ones primarily responsible for the medical tyranny that we currently are living under. The Chinese might be a threat later but at this time, they are just beating our elites at their own game. Focus on, and blame those who are directly responsible for our misfortune.

  7. Sure Krauser.. The Bank of England printing every second dollar that the UK government is spending and half of the country living on welfare is the act of a great free market capitalist country and not currency manipulation while China actually has something resembling functional interest rates.

    The situation in Europe is largely due to the complete incompetence of most governments there and lack of any kind of personal responsibly by many people compared to many countries in Asia.

    Not just small business, look at the back of your Iphone and where it’s made – certainly not in the UK or US. [You seem to have missed China’s plan for global domination and how the West is in this position due to communist subversion going back decades. Yes the western elites are corrupt and traitorous. The reason we are in this bind is they took communist orders. K.]

    • All countries get the type of leadership/political representation that they deserve.

    • Precisely. I remember Steve Bannon recanting a story about when Nixon went to China and one of aides asked a Chinese bureaucrat what they thought of the French Revolution; “Too early to say” was his response – Let that sink in. The subversion has been cooking for decades.

  8. Off topic but what’s your view on bitcoin?

    I’ve been tempted to buy a few times over the years starting in 2015.
    As of today one coin is worth £30k.
    I’m probably too low iq to understand how its going to change the world but something doesn’t feel right about it.
    Same with Tesla.

    I think investing now would end in tears. [Bitcoin is an obvious bubble. It has almost no intrinsic economic value. A small group of insiders will sell out at the peak and rake in $$$ while all the dummies will get raped. For as long as the bubble is on, there’s no reasoning with the bubbleheads. They all think they are geniuses. K.]

    • Doordie – the only tears you should be shedding is not buying in 2015, and now having complete freedom to do whatever you like. Also, say Krauser replies, “It’s shite” or the opposite, “it’s gonna disrupt the whole financial system” – then what? You got one man’s opinion that’s shaping your entire outlook on this asset class. How about reasearching the topic yourself – reading books on the subject (fx the classic ‘The Bitcoin Standard’), watching Youtube channels addressing the topic or similar? Build your own opinion based on thorough reasearch, instead of letting any man’s ideas and opinions dictate your whole perception of something – do the work yourself.

      Cheers [I agree with the principle that each man should reach his own opinion based on research. My opinion differs from yours. K.]

  9. Looking forward to it’s release.

    It probably doesn’t affect you as much since you mostly seem to be in the non-Western areas/EE but how do you see the events of the rigged election + post-corona world + USA going back to globalist control affecting daygamers over the coming 4 years?

    And any advice for men still stuck in the West? Build location independent income and gtfo?

  10. A question for you Krauser.

    Did you ever bother with ethnically English girls on your Daygame journey? I don’t remember reading about any in Balls Deep (although I remember laughing at the quote ‘The absolute lowpoint’ next to the picture of you in a bar with two old ugly English slags)

    Any theories why they are less feminine than other women?

    I look at Anglo women in Australia as a lot of good genetics that are wasted with shocking personalities/energy. [I never open a girl if I know she’s English. Genetics are okay but ruined by upbringing. They are vulgar uncultured oafs. K.]

  11. Nick has beat this question into a cocked hat for over ten years. You just lack sex appeal.

    I don’t say that pejoratively.

    Hit the gym, wear more rings, leather jacket etc. That’s from a practical standpoint.

    Why do you care about theories? Get a grip man, there’s lots of jiggy-jiggy to be had 😋

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