Daygame Mediocrity #2 – Krauserfoolery and the Street Swindle

October 5, 2016

The world is not how it appears. We have been brought up to expect a certain stability to the world around us, weened off dependence on our parents and onto dependence on the government and upon cultural tropes. There’s a set formula to dating now: install the Tinder app, swipe right, then hope you get picked. We are using machines to date.

Wouldn’t it be great if we could date against this machine?

I have conducted extensive research into the social world and I have a secret for you: many people are already living their lives against the machine. They are swimming against the crowd and hustling a buck here and there.

  • Con men are befriending elderly old women in end-of-life care homes then swindling them out of their life savings.
  • Double-glazing salesmen are cold-calling low-IQ housewives on owner-occupied housing estates and bullshitting them into buying expensive new windows.
  • Jewish hedge-fund managers are paying off backhanders to financial regulators to get inside information or forebearance to ignore the imminent collapse of their Ponzi schemes.

I ask you – the aspiring daygamer – what can we learn from these men? What can we learn from the world’s most immoral swindlers that we can then action in our own quest to swindle women out of sex they’d never freely give up to us?

Respect the hustle, yesterday

Respect the hustle, yesterday

Hi, I’m Uncle Nick and I’d like to introduce you to the Krauser Toolkit [1] that you can practice with your daygame. Each day you go out, I want you to do 300 sets and keep one of these tricks in mind:

Krauser Stop – This entails walking up to a girl, making weird “bee bop” noises and waving your hands like a retard.
Hand of Krauser – Shake a girl’s hand when you introduce yourself.
Pedo Eyes – Holding steady and slightly creepy eye contact with a girl you really don’t believe you are entitled to fuck [2]

Watch and learn, my trainee swindlers. Here is another set from Daygame Mediocrity.

[1] – Please, please, don’t actually take any of this seriously.

[2] – Really, don’t. I’m trolling.

Daygame Mediocrity #1 – Bald White Old Guy De-virginates Two Communists

October 3, 2016

Imagine the scene – Moscow in late summer, hot girls ambling around in short skirts with smiles on their faces and adventure in their hearts. Full of new-city excitement, Nick Krauser goes out onto the streets with friends and chats up a whole bunch of them.

It’s madness. A five minute street kiss close with a slim brunette he fucks a few days later. Getting his hands down the pants of a tall Tajik girl one hour into a first date who finally gets cold feet at his front door. Two dates with a Miss Moscow finalist. He fucks a hot young student** on first date then gets bedroom LMR with another student*** a couple of hours later. Another two near misses due to periods. It’s magic on the streets and carnage in the bedroom!

What would it be worth to you – an aspiring daygamer – to see all of that captured on video? Literally every second from approach to close (or near miss) captured in full HD with microphones? Video after video of the highest level daygame there is!

How much is it worth to you to see top-level seduction of hot girls broken down into learnable repeatable detail? $500? $1000?

Stop and think. This is a serious business!

How much would you pay to accelerate your learning and catapult yourself to the very top level of Advanced Daygame? $2000? $5000?

Hotties. Fucking hordes of them.

Hotties. Fucking hordes of them.

Well……. don’t bother. I didn’t have the camera switched on so no such videos exist.

So lets imagine another scene – Moscow a week later, pissing down with rain almost every hour of every day so that the girls all decided to stay home. What few girls venture outside scurry into the mall with frowns on their faces and impatience in their hearts. Nick Krauser is there but totally sick of it all, wanting to go home and see if Tom Clancy’s The Division really is any good.

This time he remembered to mic up with a dictaphone but wishes he hadn’t bothered. His vibe is gone. His feet hurt. It all feels like a terrible waste of time. Eventually, after much coaxing from his wing, he rattles off a half dozen half-arsed sets that afternoon. Mostly he just repeats the same old tired bullshit that he can do on autopilot. There’s not a scrap of spontaneity or enthusiasm. The next day he does a few more sets. After scrubbing the half dozen blowouts and a few sets where the cameraman messed up the memory card he’s got eight sets of tolerable video and audio quality.*

“Fuck my life” he moans. “I’ll just release that”

Welcome to Daygame Mediocrity – the most insipid street hustling you’re ever likely to encounter.

* I don’t have the audacity to charge for such tosh.

** A female student from Moscow, not the male student who was winging with me.

*** As before, a local girl.

My New Infield Product

October 2, 2016

Daygame Overkill is my crowning achievement so far. It represents the perfect intersection of both my game being on-point but also me still being sufficiently fascinated by the technical innovations in daygame that I wanted to analyse it all in teachable micro-detail. I poured my heart and soul into creating that. Every daygamer with a YouTube account and website has bought a login to Overkill and copied the style. I’m not bitter at all, I’m flattered. But it did mean I needed to change my style and come up with some new innovations.

Back when I was good, yesterday

Back when I was good, yesterday

Those infields were shot two years ago and I’ve learned lots since. Perhaps another infield series could be done? It would certainly be different to Overkill. At the beginning of 2016 I settled upon a grand plan. I’d mic up with a dictaphone and record all my sets, where possible getting a wing to video them too. Then I’d very carefully cherry-pick the best of them to pretend that was my normal game. “That’ll sell tonnes of books!” I thought, rubbing my hands in glee.

Surely some cherry-picking and selective blurring of girl’s faces could craft the illusion that I was constantly banging hotties!

I respect this HB8 too much to show her face

I respect this HB8 too much to show her face

Then I future-projected how much actual work that would involve and thought “Fuck that, I need a Plan B”. A new cunning plan formed.

I could stitch together a tapestry of infields based on a whole range of scams. I’d approach girls who looked like models then simply mute audio on the bit where I pretended to be a talent scout who could get them a job. I’d approach scammers on Khreschatyk Street in Kiev and mute the part where I invited them to an expensive restaurant. Perhaps I’d pick up disgusting fat girls high on drugs then ply them with alcohol and date rape them in my apartment and simply reframe them as being psychologically unbalanced by the power of my game.

I could fill an entire YouTube channel with that! If I gave them salacious titles like “Foreign Bald Man Lays Hot Model Teen – Nearly Died So Wild” it might go viral. Then I realised a brown pathological liar from India had already sewn up that niche. Fuck. I needed a PLAN C.

How about if I got high on coke and walked around London bug-eyed hassling unsuspecting girls and uploading literally every set, occasionally monologuing in a park about “self acceptance” or “inner fear”. SHIT! Someone had already thought of that.

Ok, PLAN D. How about trading on my looks to get hot but skanky whores from assisted dating sites, sending them dick pics, and filming myself banging them. SHIT! Someone had already thought of that too! Ok, ok, Nick……. wait. Think! Is there any niche that some enterprising daygame coach hasn’t already sewn up?

I could take hallucinogenic drugs then video myself drinking my own piss, claiming it freed me of social anxiety? Perhaps periscope myself doing weak “PR” closes on the escalators of American shopping malls? How about getting fucked off my nut on cocaine and booze then manhandling terrified chubby drunk girls and trying to pass them off as HB10s?

Done. Done. Done.

Shitty infields, tomorrow

Shitty infields, tomorrow

How about I just aped my own Daygame model but hired actresses in London and Krakow to play the part up until fumbling around in the bedroom on the “Same Day Lay”. Shit, I’d been beaten to that too! Was there nothing left to show? I had a good think about it and realised there was only one thing left that no-one else had thought of……. to just admit that most of your sets are shit and let people see them. Daygame Mediocrity was born! More soon.

If you somehow liked this, you’ll almost certainly enjoy Daygame Overkill. But you probably can’t afford it.

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

Deepak Wayne – Analysis Of His Fake Infield

September 2, 2016

Sit down in your most comfy chair, pour a cup of tea and enjoy the ride. I’m going to ask you dear readers to do something rather unpleasant – to sit through an entire Deepak Wayne infield video. It’ll make you feel dirty as you listen to him bing-ding-ding-a-ling through fifteen minutes in that awful call centre accent, but really, this time it’s worth it. [1] This is a training exercise.

There are three ways to spot a fake PUA:

  1. Meta-analysis of his results. This was my first expose post. The rule of thumb is “if it looks too good to be true, it probably is.” Deepak was claiming results 5x better than the typical good daygamer. Additionally, his evidence base supported results of maybe 1/5th of what he claimed [2]
  2. Detailed analysis of his game. This is what I do in this post. I’ll take you through a particular fake video of Deepak’s and explain play-by-play why it’s fake. The rule of thumb here is “if it jars against what you know is a legit interaction, it’s probably not legit” [3]
  3. The Smoking Gun. Hardest of all is to find clear incontrovertible evidence that an actress has been hired. Daniel Blake was finally exposed a year later when an enterprising viewer found the bra-strap incident. Tom Torero was exposed when a viewer googled his real name and found a French actress listing two of his videos on her resume, then Andy Yosha contacted her and got a video statement and screencaps of the text messages setting up the shoot.

So let’s get on with a detailed analysis. Treat this as a test of your calibration. The whole time you watch it, listen to your gut. Ask yourself “does this look like a natural spontaneous conversation between two people who just met?” and “would a girl like her respond as enthusiastically to a man like him spitting game of that quality?”

And again, I apologise for making you sit through fifteen minutes of Deepak and his creepy homosexual friend. But oh man, are these clowns hilarious!

0:01 – I call this the “piss on your back and tell you it’s raining” gambit. Deepak pre-frames the video to tell you what you’re going to see, setting the frame so you are less likely interpret the evidence a different way. This is an old marketing trick and not in itself suspicious. Stay alert for how many times he tells you what you should be seeing rather than actually are seeing.
0:05 – This is the “ultimate seduction model” remember! See how she’s already leaning back away from his kiss. She’s disgusted by him.
0:21 – “She can easily have any guy she wants” is why a funny-faced ding-a-ling Indian scammer has to pay her. But we’ll get onto that [4]
1:08 – “So many dating coaches out there who don’t walk their talk”. This is what makes the expose so much more delicious. The sheer duplicity of this man is incredible.

The real deal, yesterday

The real deal, yesterday

1:27 – This is the world’s worst opener. Hello, I’m from Berlin and I just left my friend from Ukraine. I have no idea why he’s so retarded and yet she hooks enthusiastically. Sometimes girls are just very receptive and she may think he’s about to ask directions. So this is evidence of bad game rather than a hired actress. Nonetheless, just keep watching for such consistently bad game getting such a good reaction – that’s the tell.
1:28 – Look how close the cameraman is. She may actually have looked directly at him briefly (hard to tell, might have been at the shopper walking by). Cameraman then circles round clearly keeping them in frame, in her full view. They claim it’s a small spy cam. As you’ll see later when they zoom the shot, it’s clearly not a small cam. The girl would definitely know she’s being filmed yet doesn’t react at all to this knowledge.

very close, not people or objects inbetween to obscure her view

very close, not people or objects inbetween to obscure her view

1:41 – Oh my god, that’s the Torero Toe isn’t it?
1:42 – Deepak’s life-partner frequently mutes the video at strange times to tell you what you’re supposed to be seeing. Why isn’t it simply freeze-framed then restarted? Why is it done in a way that removes information and breaks up the flow? [5]
2:10 – It’s very odd which information they choose to redact for her privacy compared to what’s left in. Deepak’s videos have many strange mute, blur an edit choices that simply don’t make sense if you’re dealing with legit material.
2:38 – Another strange mute and now the lie about using a shitty camera. It’s obvious from the cameraman’s frequent repositioning that he has a viewfinder screen to check. He moves around a lot but always manages to keep the scene clear and without cropping out their heads or feet. Any daygamer who has recorded his wing with an actual spy cam knows how difficult this is when you’re moving. For example. at 2:54 the cameraman sits down then readjusts using the viewfinder.
2:46 – Reason one for using spy cam is “we tried filming with a big DLSR camera but got caught multiple times”. “He met this girl over a long period of time and therefore we needed to be extra careful, that’s why we had this small hidden camera”. Just let that sink in. It’s a time-paradox. They knew in advance that this set would result in multiple meetings with the girl – before opening her – so they needed to use a small hidden camera so as not to arouse her suspicions. And then as you’ll see, it is in fact a DLSR anyway! [6]
3:25 – Consider how chatty she is, without pausing to think or form her words, to talk about something incredibly boring to a stranger. If this happened to me for real, I’d be thinking “this girl is not right in the head”.
3:38 – “I work in Volkswagen”. Is that a DHV or a sexual spike? Not only is this awful game but why isn’t such private information redacted considering city names are?
4:02 – Consider how fast she spits her lines, how little she has to think, and how odd the timing is for bouncing him to the corner. It’s as if none of this requires weighing evidence, assessing her own emotions, then making a decision. It’s more like rattling off a script.
4:05 – Note how the cameraman wasn’t in place and the conversation jumps a little like re-saying the same scripted lines at the jump cut. See also at 4:23 that the first camerman has disappeared. The resolution, filters, exposure etc are all identical as if the actors simply paused until the lone cameraman switched positions.

teleportation machines have a delay

teleportation machines have a delay

4:23 – The entire set has been a barrage of intrusive boring questions. He hasn’t showed any value, spiked, DHVd, stack. His ‘Ultimate Seduction Model’ has so far not involved any actual game. [7]
4:43 – Does the cameraman’s posture look more like (i) carefully hiding a spy camera to look unobtrusive or (ii) pretending to do so but actually using a big DLSR and keeping the viewfinder visible?
4:35 – The phone is clasped in her right hand, with the left used to gesticulate. At 4:48 he shakes her left hand as she offers it, keeping the phone clasped in right. Now watch to 4:56…. would you just look at that! She’s switched the phone over to her left hand at precisely the moment there’s a jump cut and awkward pause to allow the cameraman to switch positions. It’s almost as if….. they disengaged and she fiddled around for a bit.
5:15 – Note her lack of increased emotional engagment when Deepak does his physical moves such as holding her hand, closing distance, and leering at her sexually. Actual girls will react to this – if they take it the energy amps up and is visibly in her involuntary actions. If they reject it, they step back or shrug it off. What always happens is they noticeably react to it.
5:20 – Smooth zoom in. Tell-tale sign it’s a DLSR with a viewfinder and not a spy cam. This exposes both the earlier lie at 2:46 and also makes it really weird she hasn’t noticed cameraman moving around her on three separate occasions keeping her in view. There’s another zoom at 6:38
5:26 – Completely fake non-reaction to what would’ve been very big display of intent in a real set. A real girl would feel the intent. She expected it and had no emotional reaction – because it was rehearsed and she was acting.
5:32 – She’s bizarrely receptive to his constant intrusive questioning and challenging. Why isn’t she pushing back a little?
5:59 – They redact her ((unique animal)) [8] even though only someone who knew her really well could use that to identify her – such a person would likely recognise her voice, fashion, mannerisms and jawline. Rather bizarre.
6:02 – “+2 points”. That’s game, that is.
6:56 – She’s about to meet her friend but goes on idate anyway. This sounds rather like it was scripted to convey him overruling her objections with tight game rather than with a concern for how people behave in real world. Given this incongruity it would be natural to show how Deepak convinces her to abandon the friend and yet the next section is completely muted. It’s a black box. One of the key moments (and higher-level skill displays) is simply removed. When the audio comes back in at 8:12 we have no idea how he pulled it off.
8:10 – “You listen to us, you get paid” if you’re a girl.
8:27 – Another barrage of dumbass questions that expect her to do all the work. No mythology, no stack, no story-telling, no humour. Nothing. It’s as if Deepak is a completely charmless buffoon.
8:21 – “So what’s going on in your life?” and she begins to answer then asks exactly the same question at 8:50 after a jump cut that places them 200m further up the street. Doesn’t that seem a little odd? If I’d invented a teleportation device I wouldn’t be hawking bootcamps to fools.

Repetition and teleportation, yesterday... or was it? Did time-space continuum break?

Repetition and teleportation, yesterday… or was it? Did time-space continuum break?

8:36 – There’s lots of daygamers on this street!
9:46 – Did you notice all the text in the shop logos and street signs is backwards? Yes, the entire video is mirrored.
9:54 – “You literally looked like her daddy” lol. I wish I was a retarded German homosexual. Life would be so much more fun!
10:02 – “I will take you to Delhi and show you India”. Look carefully and you can see the cold hand of terror grip her spine.
10:19 – This is the first in a series of scripted “now I’m sexual” scenes where she is physically recoiling. Shit just got real and she is faced with letting this ugly weirdo touch her in order to earn the money. She tries to hide her disgusts, bless her.
10:38 – Ignore the bizarre jump cuts and decision to edit the rest of the goodbye. Just focus on her body language. Does she show any of the excitement you’d expect from a girl who just met a charming man she fancies and has invited her on a date? Or, does she seem to recoil then lean away, turn away, and hope he goes away?
11:04 – An unenthusiastic meet. In itself no big deal – she could’ve been undecided at this point – but believe me these are gonna start piling up of the next few minutes.
11:24 – They meet at one end of the street and are walking at the other after jump cut outside Starbucks. This is a five minute walk, and the park they end up in is a ten minute walk. Again, not conclusive but very odd. Usually on a date you take her to one of the first decent venues. Deepak has skipped all the great venues of Chmielna street (right next to that Starbucks) and instead wandered ten minutes up to a park in a part of Warsaw that has no good cafes or bars nearby.

11:32 – You’ll note from this point on every single bit of “intimate” kino is initiated by Deepak and she shivers and recoils each time. Note how stiff it is and how she offers absolutely nothing by her own volition. This is the “do the minimum to get paid” mentality rather than behviour of a girl sexually attracted to a man and wanting to fuck him. [9]

Stiff body language, yesterday

Stiff body language, yesterday

11:40 – Not a single kiss involves her opening her mouth, using tongue, or pushing into him. They are all “god this man is gross, just show me the money” kisses.
12:10 – If you’re banging a girl multiple occasions and she’s into you – and willing to be filmed on your phone cam in McDonalds – don’t you think you could find better footage?
12:16 – He’s trying really really hard to force her mouth open and she’s simply not having it. Note her dead motionless hands and utter lack of body movement. Compare this to girls who’ve kissed you on your bed just before fucking. There’s footage of inconclusive fumbling and she doesn’t remove any clothes.
12:43 – A stiff embrace and she turns her head uncomfortably away.

"Show me the money", yesterday

“Show me the money”, yesterday

Stop and think a moment. Deepak met this girl on multiple occasions and can’t get a single clip of her (i) kissing him properly (ii) removing any items of clothing (iii) showing any affection towards him.

13:46 – Yes, Deepak, you have indeed shown us exactly what the ‘Ultimate Seduction Model’ is…. a crock of shit by a lying scammer thieving money from vulnerable men. The only legit bedroom videos you have is bumming that autistic German faggot sitting next to you.

The only true statement in this entire video is the second half of the title – that Deepak is an ugly old immigrant.

[1] The reason I didn’t expose Deepak a year ago was I couldn’t actually sit all the way through an infield of his, so I never did the micro-analysis necessary. Same thing with his (already caught faking) business partner Justin Wayne.
[2] As you’ll see, that evidence base is fake. He barely gets laid at all.
[3] This is why every active daygamer immediately recoiled at watching him. He doesn’t pass the smell test of a guy who gets laid and his stories are wildly implausible given the actual quality of his game. These daygamers know what the streets produce and how it looks when you’re producing it. In contrast, armchair enthusiasts or beginners are more prone to believe the intellectual rationalisations in his defence, because they lack the calibration and experience to trust their instinct.
[4] I just love insulting this loathsome scammer.
[5] In Daygame Overkill I’d freeze the screen, give the analysis, then restart it so that no information was missed. I also released completely unedited versions of same infield as raw data. This proves you see everything that happened. There’s no chance to edit out bad game or tells that it’s acted, e.g. fluffing lines.
[6] Somewhere in all this is a clue to why India has such an undeveloped economy and never wins Olympic medals despite being almost the size of China.
[7] An unforgiving viewer may conclude Deepak doesn’t deploy any game because he doesn’t possess any.
[8] Maybe it’s a ((Jew)).
[9] I suspect Deepak is gambling on likelihood that his audience don’t know what it’s like to have a girl sexually attracted to you and therefore won’t smell a rat.

If you thought Deepak was right to claim all my Adventure Sex lay reports are fictional, then you should read the book. Top class make-believe.

Is Deepak Wayne a fraud?

August 30, 2016

Those of you following my Twitter [1] will be aware I’ve been laughing my ass off at Indian [2] daygamer Deepak Wayne‘s recent outlandish claims on YouTube. He’s been walking around Kiev lately talking into his phone cam on a selfie stick, saying first that he fucked fifteen girls in thirty days (one a 17 year old virgin) and then just yesterday that he’s up to twenty-five girls in fifty days now including THREE teenage virgins. No evidence, of course. Just him and his selfie stick.

Stop laughing. This is serious.****

A slayer, yesterday

A slayer, yesterday

Long-time readers will be aware that PUA is a sordid creepy business full of liars, frauds and outright thieves. At the bottom end there is that creepy Korean guy who ran a big daygame bootcamp in Belgrade last year after having never actually done daygame before. Word on the street is he took everyone’s money and didn’t even show up to coach. I also heard the RooshV forum found evidence he’s on the run for money laundering in the US [3]. There’s form for this, as even Neil Strauss admitted in The Game that he taught his first boot camp in Los Angeles before he’d even been laid. Mehow was the same – he started a whole PUA business after just one lay.

Within our own European daygame world we have our own embarrassments, such as Daniel Blake and Ed Lopez hiring actresses for “same day lay” videos then getting busted [4] and of course the famous Tom Torero fake kiss close video [5]. There are also a number of guys who inhabit that grey area of not hiring actresses but being terrible at game and then implying way more success than they actually get (e.g. Johnny Cassel, Simon Spence, and of course King Berba himself).

Let’s remember that at the root of these scams are two motivations:

  1. To cheat vulnerable men out of hard-earned cash.
  2. To look cool in front of an audience of credulous men.

I stress, faking in-field videos or lying about your results is not harmless. Deliberately telling pre-meditated lies and faking videos will cause actual active daygamers to get extremely insecure about their own results. I’ve had a number of guys worried that they must suck because they only bang one or two girls a month from daygame. They actually think they are underperforming and must be doing something wrong! Worse than active daygamers getting badfeelz is what these liars do to the vastly bigger army of online voyeurs that they are trying to extort for money. Most men don’t understand female psychology and have never laid a girl from daygame, thus their experience base to compare a YouTube video/claim against is literally zero. I know how this is because I was once that naive (I even once mistook a clip from a porn movie for a close video of RSD Ozzie!).

PUA attracts the most clueless of men, the very men who are most desperate to believe and also the least-calibrated to spot lies and fakes. These PUA scammers are trying to steal money from such men. It’s sickening.

I can watch a Daniel Blake video and just feel it’s off. I know that’s not how women react to daygame and my gut instinct warns me [6]. I can watch a Deepak Wayne video and almost cry laughing at how fake it is**. But what about Devak, a little Indian computer programmer in a German back-office cubicle, who doesn’t know women, doesn’t know seduction, and especially doesn’t know white women? What does he see when Deepak ding-a-ling-a-lings in his thick Indian accent running his mouth about all the hot white girls he’s banging in this mysterious foreign land called “Ukraine”. What is Devak to think? Devak who hasn’t ever been laid for free but now has a magic system dangled in front of him, for just 600 euros a day coaching?

So to help the Devaks of this world, here’s a list of things to look for in spotting PUA scammers, particuarly in daygame.

1. Outlandish claims.
Here’s the reality of daygame – if you’re pretty good at it, work hard, and go after women a bit younger and only a little better looking than you, you’ll get laid approximately once every fifty approaches. If you change those parameters to get hotter girls (or you’re just not as good at daygame) then it can easily become 1-in-100 opens. That’s a week of hard work on the streets, plus all the dating, including the idates and Day 2s to nowehre. That includes the LMR you get at your front door or on your bed. You’ll get the odd purple patch where everything goes right for a week, but mostly you revert to this grind.

It’s not as simple as finding a Yes Girl and same-day-laying her two hours later. There are a ton of wasted text chats, idates and bouncebacks surrounding these rare glimpses of glory. They take time and they wear you down. No one – literally noone – fucks 25 white girls in 50 days, averaging one every other day*. No one. Even if a PUA can find that many girls interested in him, think of the process and attrition required to whittle down all those leads, dates and bouncebacks into actual lays.

The only way anyone is getting 25-in-50-days is a good-looking young white man going to South East Asia, pipelining on Tinder/Date In Asia, and then fucking literally any girl no matter how ugly. That’s the only way. I’ve hung around some of the best seducers in the world. Good-looking, cool, savvy, vastly experienced men. The kind of men you hang out with and you know you’re in the cool gang. On a good month they might get 8 white girls, if they try hard and have some good luck.

So no, don’t believe that a charmless ugly Indian is getting 3x their results.

2. No ripples in the pond.
Imagine you throw a rock into a pond – you watch it arc through the air, make a big splash in the water, and then for many seconds afterwards ripples spread through the pond. Throwing the rock created a stir, the impact of which is visible. Now imagine you are looking in a different direction as someone else throws a rock into the pond. You don’t see the rock but you hear the splash and turn around to see the ripples. You can infer the rock having been thrown in despite having not seen it. Now imagine someone merely tells you they threw a rock in (while your back was turned) yet you didn’t hear a splash and looking at the pond you don’t see any ripples. It’s as calm as if no rock was ever thrown in. You can very confidently conclude that someone is a liar.

An easy way to spot this in daygame is when someone posts only two types of video: talking into a camera about results, or showing a same day lay infield. Why is this suspicious?

Hiring actresses costs money and if you pay to fuck them too it’s considerably more expensive. It’ll take a few hours of her time, showing herself on YouTube, and she has to act a role which requires some preparation. Plus of course you have to actually find such a dirty whore, negotiate, and set up a time/place to do it. It’s not like simply walking out onto the street with your buddy and saying “turn the camera on and record my sets”. Given this, a fledgling PUA business is limited to how many such videos they can make.

A real daygamer who goes filming will get a ton of footage. He’ll get blowouts, hook points followed by “I have a boyfriend”, idates to nowhere, number closes to nowhere, and of course some dates and eventually a lay or two. This is a ton of footage. Just look at the montage at the beginning of my Outlaw Daygame video above – that was from just one afternoon session with the camera on. Yet the scam PUAs show you only the SDLs. Why is that?

Because there is no other footage.

They never did go out and approach lots of girls and thus build up all that other footage. In the off chance it’s a Daniel Blake-type character, the real (i.e. non-actress) footage is so bad that showing you will completely undermine the supposedly real SDL footage. You’ll watch him getting blown out so bad from real girls that you conclude “no way he’s suddenly going from that to an SDL”. This is why the scammers are just talking down a selfie stick and putting in the occasional “SDL” video. It’s black and white, all-or-nothing. The entire grey area that makes up 90% of a real daygamer’s street experience is completely absent.

3. They don’t look like someone who gets laid.
I know within twenty seconds of meeting a man exactly how his sex life is. A calibrated man can size up another very quickly, seeing him like a woman does. Genuine womanizers have a cool vibe and strike you as larger than life. They don’t have the hunted eyes of a chode, nor the uncertain body language. They don’t look dorky. You can look at him and think “he looks like he gets laid”.

The scammers never do. They all have an off-vibe. Their conversational flow is disjointed and difficult to follow. You don’t feel intrigued or comfortable watching them talk. You actually get bored of listening to them – and if you’re bored watching, imagine how bored a girl is being on the receiving end of it in set. If a guy struggles to keep the interest of his audience, he’s not seducing women. [7] If you find yourself wondering “how does such a charmless guy get laid so much?” the answer is that he doesn’t. He’s lying.

4. Where are the girls at?
When I go through my hot periods with women, I’ve always got girls around. I’ll be sitting on an idate with one, or walking around town with another. I’ll be lying in the park with a girl eating ice cream, or drinking coffee on a patio cafe. The important thing is I’m not short of female company in these periods. Do you think a guy banging 25 women in 50 days would struggle to snap a few photos or video snippets of himself with girls? Remember to whittle down to 25 actual lays, he’d need to date at least double that amount. So out of those 50 girls he can’t muster up evidence?

Imagine you were so charming and likeable that you were able to deflower three teenage virgins in rapid succession. These are girls who have so far gone their whole lives not giving it up to a man. But you’re so goddamn special to them that they think: ‘this is it, this is the guy I want to lose my virginity to”. Imagine the positive feelings you must’ve created in her. The strength of the attraction. The depth of the rapport. Her willingness to give so much of her time, emotion and body to you.

Are you telling me those girls won’t want to take some pictures with you? That they won’t let you snap off video footage of you walking through the park together? You’re so special that she let you deflower her but not special enough that she wants a photo with the man who made her a woman. For contrast, look at this video of me below hanging out with a girl. If you’re banging a ton of girls, you can easily provide evidence. Not just evidence that you fuck ’em (which can easily be bought from a prostitute, like in the SDL videos) but evidence in their body language and manner that they really like you and gave it up for free.

Scammers don’t have that. They have badly-acted SDL sex videos, heavily-edited “hanging out” videos, and the girls don’t seem at all interested in the scammer – it’s almost like they are just there for the money!

5. Nobody will vouch for them
What is the single best way to develop credibility in a small scene? You seek out the opinion influencers, befriend them, and show them your skills. Those guys will then say, when asked, “oh yeah, he’s good”. This works in PUA just as it does in music or art. You build a rep by having people notice you, watch you, and vouch for you. I’ve seen guys like Eddie, Richard, Jimmy, Tomas*** etc. They’ve seen me. When asked we can say some variation of “I’ve seen him in action plenty with my own eyes and he’s for real”.

It doesn’t even need to be an “influencer”. In Europe there are a limited number of popular Euro Jaunt daygame cities and literally every time I travel I’m recognised and approached multiple times by active or beginner daygamers. Presumeably even more guys see me but I don’t know I’m being watched. They see me approach, they see the results, and frequently they see me on dates with girls. Some of them have been with me and watched me get SDLs in front of their eyes (e.g. I’ve been out with local guys in both Warsaw and Prague and got two SDLs in front of each of them). Often I let a guy tag along with me after being introduced and he sees me in action. Some of them become proper friends and travel buddies.

The point isn’t that I’m legit. The point is that nearly every legit daygamer in Europe has the same experience. It’s a small community and we all know each other either directly or through only one degree of separation. We talk. Back when Daniel Blake and Ed Lopez were coming under scrutiny I couldn’t find anyone to vouch for them. I can’t find anyone to vouch for Deepak Wayne now. Not a single person [8][9]

I could continue with more red flags but this ought to get you thinking. So, next time a charmless retard rants to his iphone and posts it on YouTube about all the hot snatch he claims to bang, do a mental run-through of this list. You don’t need wait for the smoking gun of getting caught red-handed hiring actresses.

"For 600 euro I show you how to bang hot white girls. Very good price"

“For 600 euro I show you how to bang hot white girls. Very good price”

[1] – I think my blog and Twitter audiences only slightly overlap.
[2] – He lived in India for thirty years, speaks like the grandad who owns the Indian corner shop by my brother’s house, yet told Stefan Molyneux that he’s German in this hilarious interview. Bear in mind a guy with such weak frame, weaselly hypocrisy, and inability to make a point is allegedly smashing it with hot women. He’s also whining about why white women WON’T fuck him.
[3] – Thanks to a reader for sending me the links to the RVF forum post discussing him (I couldn’t search it because Roosh banned me) and the story of him being jailed for grand larceny.
[4] – I gave them the benefit of the doubt for a long time despite my gut feel thinking them fake. When they were given an opportunity to defend against specific claims on a specific video, they declined and just posted an evasive “we’ll release a statement later”-type comment.
[5]- I’ve posted my thoughts on this incident here. The TL:DR is that Tom has real daygame skills but sometimes lacks integrity.
[6] – Though I overruled that gut instinct in the past and gave him tacit acceptance because there was no smoking gun evidence of fakery until almost a year later. When your blog has as big an impact in the daygame scene as mine, you have to be careful calling someone out in case you’re wrong and damage the rep of someone who doesn’t deserve it.
[7] – Unless he’s doing it purely on looks, which doesn’t describe many daygamers.
[8] – Anonymous students don’t count. I mean someone who is actually verified in-person by me or another daygamer who I trust.
[9] – I’m also rather disappointed that daygamers who actually have a platform are not calling out such frauds. These people are scamming vulnerable men and damaging the reputation of the real daygame community. It supports my contention that most daygamers are actually rabbits – they hide behind their mum’s skirts and hope someone else will deal with the problem

* Well, Pakistani men in Rotherham might rape 25 white girls in 50 days but it’s not the same thing.

** I should stress that “fake” includes shifty editing then claiming a result which didn’t happen, e.g. a bounceback that ended in unbeatable LMR but claiming it as a lay. Fake doesn’t just mean scripted with actresses.

*** The Polish one. Though my mate from Wales is quite good too.

**** Steve Jabba is suitably impressed by Deepak’s claim to bang FIVE Kiev girls in one day on THREE SEPARATE OCCASSIONS. So impressed is Steve that he’s flying to Kiev to ask Deepak to show his miracle skills on video. Deepak declined the offer and ‘clarified’ the claim to be five girls in three days.

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How To Ping A Lead

August 25, 2016

Let’s do a quick round-up of some gambits to use when girls are placed in a holding pattern and logistics don’t allow you to push for a first / another date yet – for example, you aren’t visiting her city for another month or two. Bear in mind these are NOT your Feeler Texts (first message after taking number). They all assume you already have some back-and-forth going on.

#1 – Photo Ping
The bread and butter is to send photo pings. Usually they’ll be the first thing you send that day because they are your way of initiating a short contact that keeps the connection between you both and keeps you in her awareness. They allow you to add far more colour than just messaging “hey, whassup” or doing those cheesy PUA “recovery” texts about how you’re getting divorced and want to keep the dog.

The basic photo ping is the Window On My World. Send her a photo that represents what you’re doing, or thinking, or something you saw that caught your interest. Found the photo? Okay, now STOP! Do not immediately send it.


How can I build a mini-mythology or drama around this image? How can I make this photo of a teddy bear next to a cheeseburger interesting? I saw two dogs get their leashes tangled up and fall over, how can I make that a funnier mental image?

You never simply take a picture of your coffee or steak and say “I’m eating steak and drinking coffee”. That’s just step one. Step two is to dress it up and make it larger than life. Make the photo composition interesting and add something – “I’m eating the world’s juiciest steak. I might sell my house and buy a ranch in Argentina. I’ll make a great cowboy”

Here are some pings with the same girl. You’ll find that once you start sending them, it trains her to start finding her own photo pings to send you, as you see here.

Ping Pics 1

#2 – She sends you a photo
Any time a girl sends a photo of herself looking pretty it’s an excellent sign – she wants you to think of her as a sexual being. How you respond depends entirely on where you are in the set with her. The general rule is you use the primary energy in the set as it’s been so far:

– If she was bantering hard in the street, banter her in the photo response.
– If she was shy and demure, tease her softly then say something nice.
– If she was highly sexual, focus on the sex (or completely ignore the sexual aspect of the photo and comment on something mundane within the shot)

Here’s an example of a shy demure girl, quite likely a virgin. In these cases I always ask myself “which cute fluffy animal does she remind me of?” then I search Google Images for it. As a quick guide: Big dark eyes means raccoon. Full round cheeks means hamster. Visible front teeth and smile means squirrel. Narrowed eyes means cat. Long legs means flamingo.

Ping Pics 2

#3 – Surrealism
Once in a while it’s funny to go all Salvador Dali on her and give her a pattern-break. This works especially well if you’ve had a date already and been texting a while and thus she has greater understanding of your character from which to interpret the surrealism as an exaggeration thereof. In my examples the first girl had previously teased me that I only ever drink Costa coffee. I always accuse the second girl of tanning like a gypsy.

The key to surrealism is to find an odd arresting image and spinning off from it with a story. Play up the self-absorption so it functions like a Parody Narcissist who is only dimly self-aware.

Ping Pics 3

#4 – Truculent Cad
Sometimes I like to just be disagreeable with a girl while overly-stating how awesome I think I am. Again it’s all tongue-in-cheek and it draws it’s fun from being uncalled for and gratuitous.

Ping Pics 4

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