Lately, I have been exiled to Daygame Prison. Things are so bad over here, with language and culture barriers, that make Daygame utterly and totally useless. I will write more on this when time comes (and I can reveal the location), but for the last month, I have been exploring the depths of Nightgame, as the necessary alternative.
I will be honest, I have been enjoying my time quite a bit. If it was not for my distaste of alcohol and loud environments, I could see myself doing more of it. Things in nightgame are for sure more blatant (towards the degenerate side), and for the first time, I am seeing with cold, clinical eyes the “other side” of the reality that Manosphere describes. From my 2 new lays in the last month, one was in a committed relationship of 3 years and the other… read on!
The Alpha and the Betas
There come rare moments in Game, where the world smiles at you, gives you a pat on the back, and says “good job, you made it“. Here is the high-level overview of the lay before we jump into the details.
I am on a night out with a girl friend of mine. She can be described as a super-pivot, and unapologetically, I have used her slutiness of sexy dancing and grinding to attract attention of other girls. As the night progresses, we meet Jasmine, she is out with her friend (a gay guy) and another guy, whom I learn she had already kissed for the evening. I open them and we become friends.
Eventually, my own friend bails around 2am, and I am stuck in the club area until 7am (when the metro opens) all by myself. The gay guy becomes disappointed as this country is quite anti-gay and bails too soon after. I have to make something out of nothing, so I return to Jasmine and her friend as my makeshift “social base of operations”.
After a while we swap clubs, Jasmine’s guy gets tired and bails for the night. Soon enough, Jasmine finds another guy who is solo dancing and quickly makes out with him. At some time around 4am, another guy comes up to Jasmine when the dancer was out on a smoke break, they make out and they exchange numbers. Dancer guy returns, and they keep their usual degen grinding and kissing. All night, I have barely interacted with Jasmine. She has come to dance with me and grind with me a few times. I played on for show and then I returned her to her dancer guy.
The night progresses, 7am comes, I just tap on Jasmine’s shoulder and tell her “metro is opening soon, let’s go“. She abandons the dancer guy and comes with me. Five minutes of chit chat outside the metro station nets me a kiss close. Then I tell her I will take her home with me, after some pre-LMR negotiating, we eventually go to her place. Clothes off, no (actual) LMR, +1.
Therefore, I am posing this question. What makes a girl, who kissed 3 guys in the course of the night, abandon them, have sex with me, who was basically ignoring her 99% of the time, and just to rub it in, actively encouraged her to go kiss other guys?
The cherry on top comes when she mockingly showed me 2 of the other 3 guys texting her on the way home. They were wishing her to “arrive home safely” and that “they had an awesome night and hope to see her again” – all the while I was about to fuck their girl.
The Nature of Night
As a prelude to the following, I am laying down my early thoughts on nightgame. I truly believe that 99% of signalling in nightgame is false. Not just “oops mistake, I kissed a guy I don’t like”, false in the sense “I am knowingly grinding and kissing a guy, that I actively don’t like“.
Why girls are doing that? The fuck I know, but out of all couples, pick up attempts, etc., that I saw in the night, the majority of them didn’t feel genuine. I am betting money that no sex actually took place.
The second axis of nightgame is status. My God, the amount of fronting, or “just doing things for show”, and to stick it to others, is so pronounced that I can hardly explain it.
Couples would come to the club to sexy dance in the middle of the stage. Why would a guy willingly bring his girl to move her ass in the middle of the club?… I don’t know, maybe he does. But I mostly feel this is monkey brain seeking validation: “look what I am fucking, bro!”
He gets nothing out of it, as he cannot capitalize on pre-selection. She gets some slutty attention from other guys, but she has no real intention of jumping other guys either. Hence, is it some outsourced sexual urge (that they each want to fuck others), and can only satisfy by the substitute of club attention? Again, I don’t know. But it happens, and it happens a lot.
Therefore, the reality of nightlife is a supercharged environment of superficial status jockeying. Nothing, if ever, of any significance, stickiness and meaning is achieved. Appearance before substance to the highest degree. Krauser had put it very nicely: “it doesn’t feel that on the street we are further away than the club in terms of fucking the girl“.
Adaptation
Well then, should we all turn nihilists, or should we all abandon the club and turn into Daygame? I am devoting a whole section, because apparently this old tenet of Game has been lost in the modern pussified generation: Life can give you shit, and it is your job to make things out of it.
It is not the girl, not the club, not human nature. It is on you to figure out a way to pork the girl. Nobody will help you with it, get over it. Here are my personal adaptations to my observations above.
Be the value giver
After fronting and superficiality, what sticks? Value. That is the one true axis of judging behaviour. Incentives and rewards. People can see past fronting, and where people are truly judged is based on exactly what they provide for the tribe.
There is only one signal: sex
If the majority of behaviour is false flag, then judge behaviour only in terms of sex. It doesn’t matter who smiles at you; it only matters if she jumps you. And the same is true of her vs others, if she will jump you (i.e., you are the highest value guy available), then her behaviour vs others is just an act – let her do whatever. Even suck them off if she wants, it doesn’t matter (ok, don’t go that far, dump her if she really does that). Penis in vagina is the only metric.
What really happened
Let us repeat the story in context. When we met Jasmine, my pivot was supercharging my value by showing sexual approval. When we first met them, I also met an EE girl, whom I kissed after two minutes. After that, we went for a smoke break with the gay, and I also jokingly pretended to be gay. Sadly, the homo took it personally, and soon enough, tanked all my chances with that girl.
Back to the main group, my friend and the gay bail, so I lead the other two to the second club. My entire purpose in the second club was building our tribe and making sure everyone was having fun. I was pulling people left and right and introducing them to my friends. Then I was using my new friends to get new people in.
I was “saving” girls when guys they didn’t like were hitting on them. Then I was passing them on to guys they liked (which was obvious if you can read subcomms). After 1 hour, our “group” was half the club itself.
In that entire time I was building that, I personally hit on exactly 0 girls. My sole purpose was providing value and making the night fun for everyone. Girls would come to me, I would entertain them for a bit and then pass them around to someone else. Think about it: give a loser a hot girl to dance with, and he is your friend for life.
Jasmine herself was coming to dance on me, but after like a minute, I was just turning my back on her. All this made my value in the club stratospheric. That was the true reason I could just tap her shoulder and say “let’s go home”.
Jasmine
Remember the golden rule I outlined earlier: the only thing that matters is sex, all other signalling is false. Let’s reconsider Jasmine’s behaviour under this light.
All 3 guys who kissed her were Betas. Some were actually quite good-looking, but no match for what I was bringing to the table. Hence, to my eyes, Jasmine was a done deal from moment one. I just had to let her enjoy the night and provide subtle hints, just enough for her to stick around.
I knew the other guys were Betas because when she was coming to dance with me, it was partly a “save me” from that guy. Sorry, lady, you get your one minute of dancing, then give me your hand, back you go to your guy!
Just 10 minutes before the metro opened, I told her straight up: “you don’t actually like that guy (pointing at the dancer), it is so funny”. And that was all she wrote, done deal, game over. The rest was handling logistics; the lay was on the bag.

















