Consider the subject of this post an extended play version of the Game tactic “Agree & Amplify”.
Commenter anon stumbles upon the potential of Proud Incel Game when he writes,
i get plenty of poon. yet i dont look like i do. so to allay suspicions ill say i havent gotten any in so long i forgot how. they ask why i say bad luck things havent worked out ect. it does a good job with dismissing the fear they have that im some kind of player.
This can be parlayed into a boss pickup technique with a little practice and refinement, and especially on those girls who suspect you are a player and react defensively to your charms. The trick is to exaggerate your incel hopelessness beyond the bounds of shame. Envision the cadence of PIG rapport:
GIRL: Are you a player? That’s not my type.
RAGNAROK’S HERALDIC COCK: Oh man, if only. I haven’t gotten laid since Y2K. I forgot where to put it, it’s been so long. Grandmas are starting to look good to me now.
GIRL: Really? Why?
RAGNAROK’S BATTLE COCK: I dunno. Bad BO? Micropenis? Vox reader? Kasich voter? Maybe I just haven’t met the right girl yet. I’ll give it another ten years to see if this string of bad luck breaks, then I’m joining the priesthood.
At this point, she should be laughing, or at least brightening with curiosity. “How can he be so confidently blase about his failure with women?”, she’ll ask herself, and then she’ll rationalize your ZFG incel incongruity as a put-on or, better, a feint to create distance between you and her. And this, paradoxically, will make you a challenge and provoke in her a desire to “get through” to what you’re really about.
Give it a shot sometime. Nothing beats the instant feedback of the field to test out new Game techniques. If you’re up for it, try to find a balance between conspicuous hyperbole and regretful sincerity. That gray zone where ambiguity rules is the cauldron in which tingles are stewed.