Game

Bob was born on “Fighting Island”. It was an island where everything depended on fighting. If you wanted something, you dueled for it. Everyone did. Bob was taught something called “Kung fu” ever since he was a child. Forms, patterns, he did them all to his maximum. He wanted to be a good fighter! Since fighting is what gets you what you want on this island. All his teachers, the media, and books all showed him this “kung fu” and other similar types of martial arts. This was fighting to Bob. Everyday Bob practiced, but for some reason he could hardly win any fights. Chad would always beat Bob, even though Chad didn’t learn Kung Fu, he just wrestled and was strong. But Bob knew that one day his Kung Fu would be able to beat Chads stupid mongo-mouth-breather wrestling. Right?

Well in his 20s, Bob would be considered a master at Kung Fu. He had been training all his life. But… Bob was not happy. Chad still beat him, even more so now. Bob would lose all his fights against Chad. Even though he could beat all his Kung Fu buddies, it didn’t matter. That didn’t get him hot girls, or money… or anything really. His Kung Fu friends would say “Just wait one day Bob, Kung Fu takes lots of skill and time, once you’re a master you can beat anyone”. After losing, they would say “Well, he was just stronger than me, but if I train harder I know I can beat him!”. But even though Bob would agree, he knew something was not right. Something was amiss… although he couldn’t quite realize it.

Until one day when Bob was walking home and decided to take a longer way back. As he walked through some quiet woods, he heard something. It sounded like a fight! He hurried towards the sound, and saw what looked like a fight going on. People standing around, and two men in the middle doing what looked like… Chad’s wrestling. But it wasn’t exactly like Chad… this wrestling looked different. It was quicker, more graceful. The way they moved, fluid and precise. Suddenly, one of them grabbed an arm and the other person gave up.

After Bob revealed himself to the group, he soon came to know that this fighting style was called “Brazilian Jiu-jitsu”. Each time he tried to fight one of these jiu-jitsu practitioners, he would get completely dominated. It wasn’t like facing Chad, or his friends, he had no idea what to do. Nothing could stop them! He felt like a useless sack of shit. Even though his ego was completely destroyed, Bob had his mind set on being a good fighter. So he started to learn this jiu-jitsu. It was hard, very hard. His Kung Fu training kept getting in the way of learning… he would constantly fall back to old habits. But through sheer will and determination he finally had learned a good base of this jiu-jitsu. Months later, he started using it in his fights with his Kung Fu buddies. He would completely dominate them, just like the jiu-jitsu practitioners did to him. “What are you doing!” they would say “That isn’t fair!”. Bob was confused by this. How can it not be fair? There is no fairness in fighting. Many of his Kung Fu buddies stopped talking to him. Except a few. They wanted to learn from Bob. Bob brought them to the secret jiu-jitsu hangout. After being shown, even some of those friends left, because they did not want to throw their years and years of training in the garbage. It was too much for them. They either said “jiu-jitsu is stupid, it probably doesn’t work against someone good” or they moped about being depressed and vowing to not fight again.

Now after Bob had been training jiu-jitsu for a few years… he challenged Chad to a match. It was a big show, many watched. Bob struggled, as Chad was strong and had years of experience with his mongo-wrestling. But Bob, being calm, careful, and clever used his jiu-jitsu to beat Chad, even if it was a close match. What a feeling, Bob after all these years had beaten Chad himself. “Let’s pray Chad never learns jiu-jitsu” thought Bob.

After many more successes, Bob begins to wonder. Why was I taught this Kung Fu garbage all my life? Why would our whole society feed everyone this garbage? Why would they keep true knowledge hidden? You tell me, Bob.

Jiu-jitsu is manipulation of the body.

This is our existence; every interaction is manipulation. Most people are pathetic at this manipulation, either being weak or fed bullshit their whole lives, but they would completely manipulate if they could. “Chads” are men who have “natural” Game(manipulation), but it will stagnate unless they realize they must train it. Men at the top have systematically concealed this Game, because otherwise they cannot centralize power into a small few. You must learn Game, through knowledge (TRP), practice, and constant testing. Use your intuition. Do not be fooled into thinking “manipulation is bad” or “immoral”. EVERY SINGLE INTERACTION IS MANIPULATION. Either be good at this manipulation, and be rewarded, or cuck yourself and be bad at it. You CANNOT escape manipulating others or things.

Bob’s friends fell prey to their feelings. Their feelings prevented them from fully learning Game (jiu-jitsu). Do not fall into those traps, as they can be lethal (being stuck in them forever). Ignore feelings that you know are from Beta Slave Conditioning, learn meditation (especially dissociation meditation, 3rd person meditation… which is seeing your whole being, mind, thoughts, body, as “it” instead of “I”, this way you can rewire yourself much easier). FORCE yourself to learn Game, any excuse (especially ones of “immoral” or “mgtow”) will only fuck YOU up. No one else.