In Daryush Valizadeh´s own words, his descriptions of how he raped two passed-out drunk girls in Iceland (from the guide Roosh V – Bang Iceland):
The first girl that Rooshv describes raping:
While walking to my place, I realized how drunk she was.
In America, having sex with her would have been rape, since she legally couldn’t give her consent.
It didn’t help matters that I was sober, but I can’t say I cared or even hesitated. I won’t rationalize my actions, but having sex is what I do.
A side note: As Daryush Valizadeh is an american citizen, being judged by the american laws, he did committ planned rape, knowingly and intentionally, from legal point of view. Also according to the icelandic laws, which it seems he never read, it also qualifies as rape, carrying a sentence of up to 16 years.
At many opportunities, Roosh proudly presented his need to be remembered as a rapist.
The second girl that Rooshv describes raping:
“She was now drunk out of her mind and holding onto the wall for support. I was inebriated myself, but nowhere near the way she was.
Her friends had ditched her and left her all by her lonesome. She desperately looked for them, fiddling with her phone, but they were all gone. I couldn’t believe my luck.
“I guess I’ll walk you home,” I said. She didn’t say anything. Once she started walking I followed her.
Five minutes into the walk she fell into the snow, hiking up her skirt so that I could see her stockings almost all the way up to her pussy. Helping her get back on her feet confirmed that her body was the real deal, like a little ballerina with a big ass (my ideal type).
“Look at you, falling all over the place,” I said. “You’re a mess.”
“Fuck you!” she said. “You don’t have to walk me home!”
“It would be cruel to leave you because another man might try to do something to you. I don’t want you to get raped. You sure you want to test that out right now? You can’t even walk straight.”
“Whatever, you’re such an asshole!”
She kept telling me to leave and I kept saying it was my duty as a man to make sure she got home safe. I said, “I have a sister who’s a couple years older than you. I’d want a guy to walk her home as well.” That was the first time I had leveraged a family member in the hope of building enough trust to get laid. I couldn’t decide if it was tight game or pure evil.
Then she grabbed my hand. For balance?
She was so drunk that I was holding her arm so she wouldn’t fall over.
When we got to her place, I asked, “Can I use your bathroom?”
“Yeah, whatever.” Her speech was like an American girl. It turned out that she actually lived on the East Coast for a few months.
Then I kissed her. She tasted like beer and cigarettes, but now with my hands exploring her body I got more aroused in five seconds than I had with the Russian girl all night.
I went so fast in her bedroom. Clothes ripped off. Jam the dick inside. Barely any kissing. she was too drunk to produce much in the way of lubrication, so after five minutes we stopped having sex, if that’s what you want to call it. She fell asleep and started snoring. Then I got dressed and left while she slept.