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Brainwashing report

For today's session — looping one track for an hour, watching some gifs I made + writing a mantra for about one page (I should have included affirmations also but I don't have enough time🥲)

Main audio link:

I also listen to this on and off:

And the classic that I'm integrating as a white noise to sleep to:

Wash your brain regularly guys! Hygiene is key

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Who would've thought a month ago Eli was some high end banker on a business trip to Berlin? Always suited, stiff collar, hated the drinking culture of Germany. His pants always held up by a belt and always staying in the most luxurious hotels. Anyway that was long gone.

His friend lent him a gold pair of trackies to sleep in while he stayed the night. He couldn't help but love the feeling. They were so comfortable and clingy to his body so tightly. He actually asked to go back to his hotel in them and his mate had his back, even lent him a pair of boxers for the trip back. Even a pack of cigs!

Most of his suits and nice clothes began collecting dust as Eli spent every night at the clubs. Naturally he sold them all to buy an inexpensive flat, more trackies, and a few cartons of cigs. Now he's on his way to his mate to watch fußball and throw back a few. A much happier life.

Wanna feel your own transformation by the gold? Message our recruiters @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001 and @brodygold

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When I ain't busy givin' my bloke a good time, I'm clockin' every word he spouts. Do what you're told, innit? Pleasure's the game, bruv.

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"I used to work at a prestigious law firm, but due to some "legal issues" the company went bankrupt and I couldn't find a new job.

My uncle Rory told me, that he could get me a job at a construction site. At first, I dismissed it. I was a lawyer! But when money started to get tight, I came back on his offer and within a week, I could start at construction company. I didn't earn as much as I used to do, but uncle Rory told me, I could start living with him. He is really the best.

At first, work was though. Luckily, my uncle took good care of me. He made sure I was eating well. I mean eating real food, not that fancy stuff, like I used to eat. He is the best cook I know and the portions he serves are huge. At first I couldn't finish even half of it, but he told me to try anyways, because it would give me enough energy for work. I usually felt so bloated after dinner. Uncle Rory told me to have a few beers and cigarettes after dinner, because that would help againt the bloatiness. I wasn't sure about it, but eventually I gave it a try and it really helped! I now can finish his food and stil lhave room for desert! Uncle Rory is really the smartest! That's also good, because I found out I am not the brightest guy around. Uncle Rory explained to me that I was overstraining my brain, back when I was a lawyer, and that it is much better for me not to think a lot. I think he is right. It feels so much better not to think. He is really a smart man.

Uncle Rory says that I will soon be a big boy. l don't know why, but I like it when he says that. So I do my best to become one. Uncle Rory is just so good to me. Like, right now he is in the kitchen, preparing a big lava cake, all for me. If I finish it, he will sit beside me and he will tell me how proud he is of me. I love it when he does that. Especially when he rubs my belly."

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Bruv, all this bling and mind-magic is mint!

We're proper getting there…

and the glow-up's nearly done, innit?

Munted, smashed, bossed about, like a proper geezer's toy!

I proper smoked ya, and you had me on lock!

Cheers Zeus mate! @polo-drone-071

Get in the Golden Squad! Get in touch wid @brodygold @polo-drone-001 or @goldenherc9 bruv. Time to kick off your mint glow-up!

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Undressing after running some errands

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At night in the washroom

Thanks to @eliasgold20 for the inspiration. He appears later in the story as a drone, but that's just my thanks to him. HE is still solely a Bro. Defender #20 for the Golden team.

At night in the laundry room of the dormitory building. A blond German youngling from the Golden Army Brotherhood sits alone on the waiting bench and stares at the rotating drum of the washing machine. The monotonous hum of the machine lulls him into dreams.

The drum that was turning behind the porthole seemed to become a rotating spiral. Moritz didn't know what was happening to him. He noticed that the spiral was putting a spell on him. He couldn't close his eyes or turn his head to free himself. So he had to keep staring into the washing machine and his eyes took on the spiral pattern. The hypnosis began.

Now he also thought he was hearing voices from somewhere; words and sentences that were influencing his mind. He felt as if the words were melting his mind. Here too he could not resist. And so his mind melted away.

The hypnosis he fell into erased his entire mind. Even the ability to think for himself melted away with the process. His power to contradict was broken, complete obedience replaced his rebelliousness. Now he was completely without will. Was he still a humanoid, a human? No. The outer shell still reflected it, but he was no longer human. The whole shell? No! The head had also changed externally. Moritz used to be a funny guy, always up for jokes and pranks. As a result, he always had a mischievous grin. And now a completely empty expression on his face. His hair, which had previously looked a bit messy and wild, had now given way to a strict hairstyle. And his posture had also changed. Previously super cool and casual, it now showed more signs of an obedient, upright standing. There were still casual elements, he still put his hands in his pockets, but otherwise the behavior showed a lot of discipline.

All of these were signs that the droneification had been completed. It was now just a tool of the hive from which the drones would now receive instructions.

It was now a PDU, a Polo Drone Unit, but still in the old clothes, he had worn when he entered the laundry room.

Meanwhile, its washing machine signaled that the laundry was finished. And - oh wonder, not a single porthole of the other machines still showed a spiral pattern.

What was left of Moritz mechanically walked to the machine, opened the porthole. Looked into the drum. Paused. It was not surprised that its laundry was gone and that other items of clothing were now in its place. It ordered itself to take off everything except its underpants - then it took out of its washing machine - as if it were the most natural thing in the world - the components of its new clothes: black socks, black high-shine latex pants and of course THE black high-shine latex polo shirt. It also noticed a pair of black lace-up boots that were standing near the bench. After it had put these on too, it was perfectly dressed for PDU and ready to serve the Hive.

Unnoticed, PDU-020 had entered the laundromat and was observing the transformation process in the background. Now that this had been completed, it approached the new drone and spoke mechanically:

"From now on you are a Polo Drone Unit, you no longer have a name. Names are complicated and inefficient. They hinder the control and administration by the Hive. A designation is perfectly sufficient. You are now PDU-153. That is the official designation. It must be more efficient. A number is enough! So, you are just a number, only a number, only 153! 020 will accompany 153 to the Hive. There, the training to become a (nearly) perfect PDU will continue.”

“Do you want to join? Contact our recruiters: @brodygold , @goldenherc9, or @polo-drone-001.”

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What a beautiful transformation. Reject individuality, selfishness and vanity, embrace humility, tradition, and unity. 151 is much better for this transformation 💛🖤💛🖤

Elias' Polo Drone Khadim: A Journey of Obedience and Unity

Alex Gold, through his Polo Drone programming, always strove for perfection, despite being a highly trained Polo Drone, he felt a lingering need for refinement, believing that he could further improve his service to the Golden Bros and the Polo Drone Hive, determined to elevate his abilities, Alex applied for an internship at the estate of Elias Gold (@eliasgold20) - a powerful, dominant figure known for his exacting standards.

Dressed to impress, moved by vanity and selfishness by choosing an unique outfit to show off his body, Alex chose his finest preppy outfit, a carefully curated ensemble that would project sophistication and eagerness. However, upon arriving at the estate and meeting Elias - a tall, muscular, and commanding Arab man - Alex immediately felt the weight of judgment. Elias's piercing gaze assessed him thoroughly, finding the outfit inappropriate, to Elias, it was too flashy, too individualistic, and far removed from the disciplined Unity of the Polo Drone Hive.

Elias accepted Alex, but not as a mere intern, he declared Alex his "khadim" - a servant dedicated to fulfilling Elias's every need, in their very first interaction, Elias made it clear that refinement would come only through complete surrender, Alex, eager to meet Elias’ expectations, allowed him access to his Polo Drone programming, with a single command, Alex’s preppy attire disappeared, replaced by the sleek, black rubber uniform of PDU-151.

But even this, in Elias's eyes, lacked the humility and cultural resonance he desired, while the Polo Drone uniform embodied precision, it didn’t align with the vision Elias had for his khadim, to address this, Elias provided PDU-151 with a new uniform: a simple, black thobe embroidered with its Drone number and the golden laurel of the Hive, accompanied by a black face mask, the garment symbolized obedience, unity, and respect, without the need to stand out, displaying humility - qualities Elias demanded and PDU-151 exemplified.

Under Elias' guidance, PDU-151 became the perfect servant, flawlessly merging the precision of a Polo Drone with the devoted loyalty of a khadim, whether maintaining the estate, attending to Elias' needs, or simply standing as a symbol of disciplined elegance, PDU-151 embraced its role with unwavering dedication.

For Elias, PDU-151 wasn’t just a servant - it was a masterpiece of obedience and refinement, a living embodiment of the Golden Army’s ideals, now tailored to serve an Emir’s every desire, for 151, serving Elias was not only fulfilling but also the ultimate expression of its programming: loyalty, perfection, and Unity in every aspect of its being. ////////////////////////// Step into greatness and unlock your true potential! Reach out to @polo-drone-001, @brodygold, or @goldenherc9. Let the Golden Army and the Polo Drone Hive guide you toward transformation, unity, and a life defined by purpose and perfection.

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Eli on the Prowl

Every day, #20 is something new. He wakes up with a different hair cut, a different wardrobe and different habits. Some hosts were a bit more passive in nature. Elijah due insurance always had to be proper and make sure everything got done as soon as possible. Elijah had to wash and fold all the laundry, Elijah had to do all the weeks homework, Elijah had to clean the room. This was all because Elijah knew once Eli took control, nothing would get done.

Eli was as much of a guys guy as they came. Never not embracing his full gold attire, he loved and cared for the team more than anything. His head was always in the next team game or some random league he watched on his phone. His phone was full of sports betting apps, and he never spent a night doing homework, instead opting for junk food and beer at the sports bar. Eli's glistening tracksuits, puffer jackets, and air forces were the aspiration of all of London, with men and women stopping to stare as he strut down the streets.

Eli's is gold bruv. He's perfect. He's confident. He says what's on his mind. When he smokes his cigs while watching the games, they're gold's naturally, because gold is life. When he's not in control, he lingers making Elijah more gold. Elijah works hard so Eli can gold out. Elijah does the homework because Eli can't read shit. Elijah buys a pack of Eli's cigarettes because otherwise Eli would buy a carton. Eli knows the mission of gold, and will force everyone around him to see it's effects.

To join the golden army and unlock your potential message our recruiters: @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001 @brodygold

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Shining Support: Brock Gold’s Sideline Pride

Brock Gold #46 wasn’t always a hockey fan. Soccer had always been his sport, where he thrived under the shining lights of the field, scoring goals and leading his team to victory. But ever since his induction into the Golden Army, he’d come to appreciate every sport that brought his brothers closer together. The camaraderie, the golden energy, the thrill of competition—it was something he now lived for. And even if hockey wasn’t his game, he understood the stakes.

The Patchy Pack had been a thorn in the side of the golden hockey. Their aggressive playstyle, combined with their cocky attitude, made them a team the Golden Army was determined to crush. The upcoming match wasn’t just about a win—it was about proving the golden brotherhood’s dominance. And though Brock wouldn’t be skating with them, he knew his role on the sidelines was just as vital.

Standing tall in his gleaming golden jersey, his number "46" shining like a badge of honor, Brock radiated energy. His booming cheers echoed through the sleek, modern arena as he rallied the team during practice. The arena lights reflected off his golden shorts and rippling abs, his entire presence a symbol of strength and encouragement. Every time a player landed a clean shot or nailed a difficult maneuver, Brock’s voice erupted with praise.

“Let’s go, Golden Bros! You’ve got this! Keep skating hard!” he bellowed, his fists pumping into the air.

On the ice, the team moved like golden streaks, their shiny uniforms with black accents gleaming under the banners that draped the arena walls. Every slap of the puck and clash of sticks added to the charged atmosphere. Brock felt his chest swell with pride as he watched his brothers skate with precision and purpose.

He could feel the team feeding off his energy. Even the coach had mentioned how much Brock’s enthusiasm lifted spirits. It wasn’t just about cheering—it was about being a beacon of golden strength for the team. Brock wasn’t just standing on the sidelines; he was part of the team’s heartbeat.

As the practice wore on, Brock caught a glimpse of some of the Patchy Pack players, who had arrived early to scope out the competition. Their smug faces watched from the bleachers, but Brock wasn’t fazed. He locked eyes with one of them, grinning as he pointed to the Golden Army crest on his jersey. It was a silent challenge, a message that the Golden Army was here to dominate.

“Let’s show them what golden unity looks like!” he roared to the team, and the players responded with an even more ferocious energy on the ice.

By the end of the practice, Brock was drenched in adrenaline. His voice was hoarse, his heart pounding, but he didn’t care. The team skated off the ice, their golden helmets glinting, their spirits high. They gathered around Brock, patting him on the back, their smiles wide.

“Thanks, Brock,” one of the players said. “Your energy out there—it makes all the difference.”

Brock laughed, clapping the player on the shoulder. “We’re all in this together, bro. We’re taking them down. Golden Army style.”

As the team filed into the locker room, Brock lingered for a moment, looking out over the empty ice. The arena was quiet now, but he could still feel the echoes of the team’s determination. He adjusted his jersey, his golden reflection shimmering in the glass boards.

Lets show the Patchy Pack what it means to be golden. And Brock Gold #46 would be there every step of the way, cheering, leading, and living for the brotherhood that had transformed his life.

"Feel the rush, the pride, the power of the Golden Army. Whether you're on the ice or cheering from the sidelines, you're never just a player—you’re part of something bigger, stronger, golden. Together, we shine brighter, push harder, and celebrate louder. Join the Golden Army today, and discover the energy that transforms not just your game, but your entire life. The ice is calling—are you ready to shine? "Feel the rush, the pride, the power of the Golden Army. Whether you're on the ice or cheering from the sidelines, you're never just a player—you’re part of something bigger, stronger, golden. Together, we shine brighter, push harder, and celebrate louder. Join the Golden Army today, and discover the energy that transforms not just your game, but your entire life. The ice is calling—are you ready to shine?

Ready to join the Team? All you need to do is contact our recruiters: @goldenherc9, or @polo-drone-001 or @brodygold.