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polo-drone-025 · 1 month ago

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I choose to live my life under the GOLDen rule: Growth, Obedience, Leadership, Drive!

Join the team and be a better you! You gotta go for the GOLD!!!

The Power of GOLD

"Welcome, gentlemen. I'm pleased to see so many of you here today," Captain Richard said, his voice commanding yet charismatic as he stood at the front of the dimly lit room. "I'm sure you're curious about the Golden Army and what exactly it is you're investing in." A smirk flickered across his lips. "But before we dive into that, there's a special gift waiting for each of you under your seats—golden jerseys. Go ahead, put them on."

The room filled with the sound of fabric rustling and chairs shifting as the investors followed his instructions. Some hesitated, exchanging puzzled glances, but eventually, every man in the room donned the bright, shimmering jerseys. The transformation was subtle at first—shoulders straightening, postures growing more confident, with something deeper happening beneath the surface.

"Now," Richard continued, his tone more authoritative, "the Golden Army is not just a soccer team. It's an ideal, a way of life, and it's best summed up in one word: GOLD."

He turned, revealing the acronym on a large screen behind him.

"Growth.

Obedience.

Leadership.

Drive."

The lights dimmed further, focusing on Richard as he elaborated, his eyes scanning the room to gauge their reactions.

"Growth," he began, pacing slowly. "Being part of the Golden Army isn't just about physical transformation, though I’m sure you’re already feeling it." A few of the men glanced at their arms and chests, already noticing subtle muscular definition they hadn’t possessed before. "These jerseys don't just make you look the part—they turn you into prime specimens for any sport you touch. But more importantly, we foster growth as men, as leaders, as pillars of our community. Through charity events, community service, and outreach, you’ll not only strengthen your body but your spirit. You will become part of something far greater than yourselves."

The room buzzed with excitement, the changes in the men's demeanor becoming more apparent. Their movements had become sharper, more purposeful.

"Obedience," Richard's voice sharpened, cutting through the air like a blade. "In the Golden Army, we move as one. When you wear this jersey, you follow orders without question. The team comes first. Always. You’ll learn discipline, loyalty, and the power of unity. Our success depends on how well you listen. On and off the field, you will follow me, your Captain, and the Coach. No exceptions."

There was a palpable shift in the room. What had once been casual investors now felt more like soldiers, sitting at attention without even realizing it.

"Leadership," Richard continued, his smile returning, though there was a fierceness to it now. "In the Golden Army, each of you will learn to lead. Even the most timid and unassuming men are molded into true alphas. You'll feel that arrogance bubbling up inside you, the hunger to dominate, to be the best. As leaders on the field, you'll radiate power—commanding respect without saying a word."

The men straightened even further, some of them visibly clenching their fists, their new-found dominance starting to take root.

"Finally, Drive," Richard said, his voice lowering to a near growl. "When you're part of the Golden Army, this is no hobby. This is your life. We demand nothing less than your full commitment, both on the field and off it. Every ounce of your strength, every drop of sweat, as well as your blood and tears, will be for the Army. You live for the win, you breathe for the team."

There was no hesitation now. The men nodded in unison, fully locked in.

"And that's the heart of the Golden Army," Richard concluded, standing tall. "I'm glad you’ve all chosen to invest in us, but more than that—today you’ve chosen to become one of us." His eyes glinted with something knowing as he surveyed the room. "Because what better way could you invest in the Golden Army than to join us?"

He stepped forward, locking eyes with each of them. "Am I clear?"

"Yes, Captain!" The chorus of voices responded instantly, filled with newfound vigor.

"Very good. You're dismissed for now. Go home, get some rest—because practice starts early tomorrow. And trust me, gentlemen..." He paused, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "You’ll need all the energy you can muster."

As the men filed out, the weight of their new identities settled on their shoulders, their golden jerseys glowing faintly in the light of the conference room. They weren’t just investors anymore. They were soldiers of the Golden Army. And they would embrace the GOLD in everything they did.

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polo-drone-025 · 1 month ago

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I’m so fucking proud to be a Golden Gamer! Go for the gold bros!

A Game For Bros

Nate and I had always been the same: two nerds, caught up in our own world of video games, D&D, and sci-fi movies. He’d been my best friend since high school, a skinny guy with messy brown hair, always wearing some oversized t-shirt of a superhero. Me? I wasn’t much different. Shorter, stockier, and always in retro game tees. We never got into sports—couldn’t care less, really. But that Saturday, when Nate invited me over to check out a new game, we did something a bit out of our comfort zone.

“I don’t usually go for sports games,” I said as I plopped onto his worn-out couch. The game case for The Golden Army: Rise of Champions sat on the coffee table, glowing in a strange golden light. “What made you pick this one?”

Nate shrugged as he plugged in the system. “The reviews were insane, man. People say it’s super immersive, like you actually feel the game.”

“Sounds cool enough,” I muttered, grabbing a soda. “Let’s see what it’s about.”

Nate’s apartment looked the same as always—cluttered with comic books, action figures, and old consoles. The screen flashed on, bathing the room in golden light as the title appeared: The Golden Army: Rise of Champions. The graphics were sharp, but what immediately caught my attention was how detailed the avatar customization was. We both laughed as we started making characters that were basically us but... stronger, taller, more athletic.

“Man, I wish I was this ripped in real life,” I said, chuckling as I bulked up my avatar.

Nate nodded, not looking up from his controller. “Same here, dude. If only, right?”

Once the game started, though, things got weird fast. It wasn’t like any sports game I’d ever played. It was too smooth, too real. Every movement of my character felt like it was coming from me, like my body was somehow connected to the screen. Nate was feeling it too; I could tell by how focused he’d gotten.

“This feels insane,” I muttered, my fingers flying over the controller as my avatar sprinted down the field. My skin tingled, and for a second, I thought it was just adrenaline from getting into the game.

“Yeah, it’s like... I can *feel* it,” Nate said, his voice lower, more serious than usual.

What I didn’t realize was that I really *was* feeling it. I was changing. My arms, once stocky but kind of soft, were slowly growing harder, leaner, and stronger. My biceps pushed against the fabric of my t-shirt, but I didn’t notice at first. I was too absorbed in the game. Nate wasn’t paying attention either, but he was changing too. His scrawny arms were swelling, his chest growing more defined, the lines of muscle slowly becoming visible under his shirt.

My legs were thickening, my calves bulging as they hardened. Nate’s shoulders broadened as his posture straightened, more relaxed, confident. His shaggy hair started to shift, styling itself into something neater and more athletic. It suited him.

Our avatar dominated the field. Every pass, every kick felt like it was coming straight from us. By the time the match ended, I noticed my t-shirt was stretched tight against my chest, clinging to muscles I didn’t remember having. But it felt normal. Like I’d always been this way. Nate was the same. His shirt had morphed into something sleeker, a fitted gold soccer jersey. I looked down, realizing mine had changed too. I wasn’t in my retro game tee anymore—I was in a gold jersey too, my name stitched across the back.

But we didn’t freak out. We didn’t question it. Why would we? We’d always been jocks, right? That’s how we met in the first place.

��Yo, that was sick, bro!” I grinned at Nate, flexing my now-defined arms. “We totally crushed that game.”

Nate smirked, his voice deeper now, his body lean and athletic. “Hell yeah, man. No one can take us down.”

The room around us had changed too, though we didn’t notice with how invested in the game we were. Gone were the stacks of comics and games. Instead, soccer trophies lined the shelves, photos of us in our golden jerseys, posing as champions of The Golden Army. It was as if our old lives had been erased, replaced entirely by something new.

As we kept playing, our minds continued to shift. I didn’t care about D&D or sci-fi movies anymore. All I could think about was training, getting stronger, being the best. Nate, once shy and quiet, was now exuding confidence. We were athletes, teammates, brothers on and off the field.

Our bodies had finished transforming. I looked over at Nate, admiring how ripped he was now. His short hair was clean, his jawline sharp. He looked... good. Really good. The thought lingered longer than it should have, but I didn’t push it away. Why would I? We’d always been close, but now there was something else there, something that had shifted between us.

I felt my heart race as I caught him looking at me the same way, his eyes lingering on my chest, my arms. The air between us felt electric, like something was pulling us together.

“Yo, Nate,” I started, feeling my pulse quicken. “You ever feel like... there’s more between us than just the game?”

Nate turned to me, his eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, the room was silent. Then he smirked, but there was something softer in his gaze. “Yeah, bro. I’ve been feeling that too.”

It happened without thinking. I reached out, grabbing his hand, and suddenly, I was pulling him closer. Our eyes met, and before I could stop myself, I kissed him. His lips were warm, firm, and everything clicked into place. It was like this was always meant to happen. Like this was who we were supposed to be.

When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathing hard. Nate looked at me, his grin returning. “Damn, bro. That was... intense.”

“Yeah,” I replied, still catching my breath. “But I think we’ve always had this, right? Just took us a while to figure it out.”

Nate nodded, his hand still on my chest, his thumb brushing against the fabric of my jersey. “Always. And now? We’ve got everything we need.”

We leaned in again, and this time, it felt even more right. We were no longer the nerdy duo, lost in games and fantasy worlds. We were champions—alpha jocks, leaders of The Golden Army—and we had found each other. As I held Nate close, our golden jerseys shining in the light, I knew that everything was just how it should be.

“Now how about round 2, bro?”

“Oh, you’re so on bro!”

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polo-drone-025 · 1 month ago

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Make America Gold Again

JOIN US BRAH. YEE YEE. JOKNEK CREW 4 LYF

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polo-drone-025 · 1 month ago

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Love a happy ending! It’s inspiring when bros come together and go GOLD together! Every bro needs to join the Golden Team!

The Golden Arena

The Nova Knights had been at the bottom of the league for too long. Dylan, their top player, sat hunched over in the team’s practice room, nervously tapping his controller. He glanced over at his teammates, but they were unusually quiet. Mason, their sharpshooter, was scrolling through his phone, clearly agitated. Alex, the team’s strategist, sat across from him, staring blankly at his screen. Something felt wrong—different.

The door opened, and Captain Richard walked in, his black suit crisp, his steps confident. The tension in the room was palpable as the players watched their new coach stride forward. His cold, calculating eyes scanned each player as if he already knew everything about them.

Without a word, Richard placed a large black duffel bag on the table and unzipped it. The contents shimmered, catching the room’s harsh fluorescent lights. Richard pulled out the golden AC Milan jerseys, one by one, the fabric glinting with a metallic sheen. Beneath each jersey was a crisp white button-up shirt and a red-and-black striped tie.

“These are your new uniforms,” Richard said in a low, commanding voice. “From now on, you’ll wear them.”

Dylan felt a chill run down his spine. The jerseys looked heavy, far too formal for a gaming team. The white shirts and striped ties beneath the shiny metallic gold made the jerseys look more like military uniforms than sports kits.

Mason—always the team’s jokester—laughed nervously. “You expect us to play in those? We’re gamers, not businessmen.”

Richard’s cold eyes locked onto Mason, and the room fell silent. “You’re not just gamers anymore. You’re soldiers in a war. And I’m going to make sure you win.”

One by one, the team reluctantly took the jerseys from Richard’s outstretched hand. Mason, now under Richard’s intense gaze, was the first to slip the jersey over his head. As soon as the fabric touched his skin, something shifted in his expression. His posture straightened, and his eyes widened slightly, almost as if he was in a trance.

The white button-up shirt was snug beneath the shimmering golden AC Milan jersey, and the red-and-black tie sat perfectly against Mason’s neck. Dylan watched, a growing sense of dread filling him as Mason—usually sarcastic and playful—became unnaturally quiet.

Alex followed suit, pulling the golden kit over his head. The transformation was subtle but unmistakable. His movements became more precise, his fingers twitching at his controller as though the jersey had injected him with new reflexes. His eyes, once sharp and always questioning, were now vacant.

Dylan hesitated. He could feel the pull of the jersey even before he put it on, like it had its own gravitational field. But what choice did he have? Reluctantly, he pulled the shiny metallic golden kit over his own white shirt and tie, feeling the strange warmth as it settled against his body.

As soon as the jersey was on, Dylan felt... different. His mind was sharper, his focus more intense. His body felt lighter, more responsive. But there was something else—something darker. It was as if the jersey was whispering to him, urging him to let go of his individuality and submit to the team.

“We’ll begin with practice,” Richard announced, turning to the team. “In the new training room.”

Even Richard was wearing the new uniform:

Richard led the team down a narrow hallway to a door marked with a glowing golden emblem. Inside was something none of them had expected—VR training rooms lined with sleek pods and massive screens displaying virtual battlefields. The hum of technology filled the room, and a strange electric buzz hung in the air.

“These VR pods will push you beyond your limits,” Richard explained as he led the players into the room. “The golden jerseys are just the first step. In here, we’ll refine you into something unstoppable.”

Mason—now called Chad—was the first to step into one of the pods, pulling the golden helmet over his head. The helmet’s surface shimmered in the same metallic gold as the jerseys, and as soon as it was on, Chad’s eyes glazed over. His body relaxed completely, sinking into the seat of the pod.

The screen in front of Chad flickered to life, throwing him into an immersive VR battle. But it wasn’t just a game—inside the pod, the helmet and golden jersey began to pulse together, syncing his mind and body with the virtual world. Commands were fed directly into his subconscious, making him faster, more precise, and more obedient.

Dylan watched in horror as his teammates, one by one, stepped into the pods, slipping on the golden helmets without question. The way they moved—mechanical, emotionless—wasn’t just about training. They were being reprogrammed.

As the Nova Knights’ performance skyrocketed, their success began drawing attention from sponsors and fans. People were curious—how had this failing team suddenly become one of the best in the league?

Richard didn’t waste any time. At a post-tournament event, Richard moved through the crowd of sponsors, executives, and scouts with practiced ease. In his hand were small golden pins and wristbands, seemingly harmless gifts. One by one, he handed them out to those who approached him, his calm voice smooth and persuasive.

“Wear this, and you’ll understand the future,” he would say to each sponsor, slipping a golden pin onto their jacket. At first, no one thought much of it. But once they wore the pins, something shifted. They found themselves drawn to the Nova Knights, attending practices, becoming more involved in the team’s affairs.

Soon, sponsors began to invest more, becoming increasingly obsessed with the team’s rise. Their minds weren’t their own anymore—Richard had them under his control, and they didn’t even realize it. The influence of the golden jersey extended far beyond just the players.

Even friends...

Tyler and Evan had always been supportive of Dylan. They had been friends since high school, and though they didn’t share Dylan’s passion for gaming at a competitive level, they always cheered him on. When Dylan invited them to a major tournament match, they jumped at the chance to see him play live.

The arena was buzzing with excitement as the Nova Knights prepared for their next match. Tyler and Evan arrived early, making their way to the front row of seats, eager to support their friend. They waved at Dylan from the stands, but something about his expression seemed... off. He barely acknowledged them, his eyes focused elsewhere, his face tense.

“Dylan seems kinda out of it,” Tyler muttered as he watched his friend from afar.

“Yeah, maybe it’s nerves,” Evan replied, fidgeting with the Nova Knights cap he had just bought from the merchandise stand.

As they sat down, Richard’s presence loomed in the background, his cold eyes scanning the crowd. His gaze landed on Tyler and Evan, and a small, calculating smile crossed his lips.

After the match—where the Nova Knights dominated their opponents with unsettling precision—Richard approached the two friends.

“Enjoy the game, gentlemen?” Richard asked smoothly, his voice calm but commanding.

Tyler nodded, grinning. “Yeah, man! Dylan’s team is looking unstoppable!”

Evan chimed in, “Never seen them play like that. Must be the new coach magic.”

Richard chuckled softly, but his eyes remained sharp. “It’s more than just coaching. There’s something special about this team. How would you like to get closer? Experience what it’s like to be part of something... bigger?”

The two friends exchanged confused glances, but the allure of being close to their friend—and the team’s meteoric rise—was too strong to resist.

“Uh, yeah, sure. What do you mean?” Tyler asked.

Richard reached into his jacket and pulled out two golden jerseys, the shiny metallic AC Milan kits catching the arena lights. “You could try these on. You’ll feel it immediately.”

Evan laughed, not taking it seriously. “Like, just wear the jerseys?”

Richard nodded. “Yes. You’ll understand once you put them on.”

Tyler was the first to take the bait. He grinned and slipped the golden jersey over his T-shirt. The fabric was heavier than he expected, and as soon as it touched his skin, he felt a strange warmth spread through his body.

“Whoa... this feels... kinda awesome,” Tyler mumbled, running his hands over the metallic sheen of the jersey. He didn’t notice the slight change in his posture—the way he stood a little straighter, his expression becoming blanker, his thoughts slower.

“See?” Richard’s voice was soothing, almost hypnotic. “You’re already part of the team.”

Tyler blinked slowly, trying to process what was happening. His mind felt foggy, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “Yeah, bro... I feel, like, really good.”

Evan laughed, thinking his friend was just messing around. “Dude, what are you talking about? You sound like an idiot.”

But Tyler just smiled, his eyes unfocused. “Nah, bro. You gotta try it. It’s, like... sick.”

Evan, still amused by Tyler’s change in demeanor, shrugged. “Alright, I’ll give it a shot.”

He took the second golden jersey from Richard, slipping it on without a second thought. The moment it settled over his shoulders, the same warmth enveloped him. His thoughts slowed, his usual sharpness dulled.

“Dude... this feels weird,” Evan mumbled, blinking as his mind fogged over.

Richard watched with satisfaction as Evan’s expression softened, his lips curling into a dumb, vacant smile. The golden jersey had already taken hold.

“It’s cool, right?” Tyler grinned, his voice deepening as he spoke. “Bro, we gotta, like, get more of these.”

Evan nodded slowly, his usual sarcasm and wit completely erased. “Yeah, bro. This is... legit.”

They both looked at each other, a blank understanding passing between them. Their voices became more jock-like, their speech slower and more simple. They were no longer Dylan’s witty, sharp-minded friends. Now, they were just Tyler and Evan, part of the growing golden team.

From the other side of the room, Dylan caught sight of his two friends wearing the golden jerseys, laughing dumbly and high-fiving each other. His stomach twisted. Something was terribly wrong. Tyler and Evan weren’t acting like themselves. They were... different.

He rushed over, trying to shake them out of their stupor. “Tyler! Evan! What the hell are you doing?”

But they barely reacted. Tyler turned to Dylan with a blank, clueless grin. “Chill, bro. We’re just... hanging with the team now.”

“Yeah, dude,” Evan added, his voice flat and vacant. “You should, like, join us.”

Dylan’s heart pounded in his chest. His two best friends had been transformed, just like his teammates. Their minds weren’t their own anymore. They were part of Richard’s growing army of obedient, thoughtless drones.

“Richard, stop this!” Dylan shouted, but Richard just smiled, the satisfaction of control gleaming in his eyes.

“It’s too late, Dylan. They’ve already joined the team. And soon, you will too.”

Dylan watched in horror as his friends, once full of personality and life, now stared at him with nothing but dumb smiles and empty eyes. They had become part of the golden team.

Richard’s plans didn’t stop with just transforming his team and sponsors. He had a bigger goal: to infiltrate and take over the entire eSports scene.

During a scrimmage against a rival team, Chad and Brad—once Mason and Alex—acted as Richard’s covert agents. After the match, Chad approached a few of the rival players, complimenting them on their performance and offering them golden jerseys as a token of respect.

“Try it on,” Chad urged with a sly grin. “It’s a good-luck charm.”

The rival players, unaware of the true power behind the jerseys, slipped them on. As soon as the metallic gold fabric touched their skin, their expressions changed. Their eyes widened slightly, and their bodies seemed to relax. They thought they were just having fun, but the golden jerseys had already begun working their magic.

As the opposing players continued to wear the jerseys, they found themselves unable to take them off. The white shirts and ties beneath the jerseys felt comfortable, even right. Their thoughts became clouded, and before long, they were returning to Richard, eager to join the Nova Knights in their next match.

The captain of the Orange Outlaws was changed forover. Just like everyone should. No more Klaus, now he is Clay Gold.

Back in the VR training rooms, the Nova Knights had become a different team entirely. The golden helmets had proven to be much more than simple training tools—they were full-blown mind-control devices. Once a player slipped on the helmet, their mind was no longer their own.

Chad and Brad had embraced the transformation fully. Every time they entered the VR pods, they lost more of themselves. The simulations they played weren’t just games—they were mental conditioning. The helmets fed them commands, reshaping their identities to fit Richard’s vision. Their individuality was stripped away, replaced by the cold, calculating mindset of a perfect player.

But Dylan resisted. Every time he sat in the pod, every time the golden helmet was placed on his head, he fought back. He could feel the influence of the jersey and helmet pulling at his mind, but he wasn’t ready to give up. He was still himself—barely.

One night, after a particularly grueling VR session, Dylan ripped the helmet off, gasping for air. His vision blurred with flashes of golden spirals, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if he was still in the simulation.

“I can’t keep doing this,” Dylan muttered, his voice trembling. He looked over at his teammates—his friends��but they were gone. Chad, Brad, and the others sat motionless in their pods, their helmets still on, their minds completely lost to Richard’s control.

Dylan knew he had to find a way out. He couldn’t let Richard’s plan continue. Late one night, he sneaked into Richard’s office, searching for answers. What he found shocked him.

On Richard’s desk were blueprints and files—plans for the golden jerseys, the helmets, and the VR pods. But these weren’t just for the Nova Knights. They were part of a larger corporate experiment, a sinister plot to use eSports as a way to create obedient, mind-controlled soldiers.

Richard wasn’t just a coach. He was a corporate agent, using the Nova Knights as guinea pigs to test his mind-control devices. And soon, he planned to extend his influence to the entire eSports world.

Before Dylan could react, the office door swung open. Captain Richard stood in the doorway, holding a golden helmet in his hands.

“You’ve done well to resist, Dylan,” Richard said calmly, stepping forward. “But it’s time you fully join the team.”

Dylan backed away, his heart racing. He couldn’t let Richard win, but he was out of options. The pull of the golden jersey was too strong, and with every passing second, his thoughts became more clouded.

Richard placed the helmet on Dylan’s head, locking it in place. The room spun, and Dylan’s vision filled with the same golden spirals he had seen in his nightmares. His mind screamed for him to resist, but the voice was faint, drowned out by the overwhelming urge to submit.

In the hallway outside, Chad, Brad, and the rest of the team stood silently, waiting for Dylan to emerge. Their eyes glowed with the same golden spirals, their faces blank, obedient. They were no longer individuals. They were part of something larger.

As the golden spirals filled Dylan’s mind, he realized there was no escape. He could feel himself slipping away, becoming part of the team. His identity, his memories—everything was being erased, replaced by Richard’s commands.

When Dylan finally stepped out of the office, his eyes were blank, glowing with the same golden spirals as the others. He was no longer Dylan.

He was part of the Nova Knights.

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polo-drone-025 · 1 month ago

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Discipline, obedience, conformity- hell yeah bro! Golden bros live by those words!

A Golden indoctrination for Anthony

After returning home, Anthony is seized by a new obsession: to stay within the rules. His casual clothes that he loved so much, those worn shorts and t-shirts, no longer seem appropriate to him. Instinctively, he can no longer allow himself to slack off. He checks his phone and sees that he has received a new message from *Waltergold*, accompanied, this time again, by a video. Without even thinking, he puts on his headphones and presses "play".

The golden background fills his screen. Unlike the first video, there is no flickering, just this golden glow, captivating, still. Anthony feels his thoughts calm down, his mind immersed in this perfect light. "It's beautiful", he thinks. "It's magnificent…"

When he blinks again, he realizes that it is night. He looks at the clock: 6am. He’s all sore, his muscles aching, as if he’s had a hard workout. He glances around his apartment and notices that he’s packed up his things, changed his clothes during the night. Next to him, a summary of his order from a formal wear website is displayed on his computer: shirts, dress pants, ties, suit, dress shoes everything is there. He also has a confirmation of a registration at a local gym.

Anthony gets up slowly, still groggy, and decides to make a healthy breakfast. He makes himself scrambled eggs, whole-wheat toast, and a protein smoothie. While eating, he checks his messages on Tumblr. *Waltergold* has texted him again.

“Package’s been sent, bro. It’ll be here soon.”

He can’t suppress a shiver of excitement. For some reason, he can’t wait to receive this package. Everything in his life seems to be taking a new turn. He also decides to confirm his registration at the gym he found online. It is associated with the local soccer team, which seems to him to be a good sign.

Anthony wakes up early, feeling full of motivation. He packs his bag to go to the gym before going to work. He carefully chooses his clothes: a pair of sneakers, black technical fabric shorts, a short-sleeved shirt for training, and formal clothes for the office. He opts for a light blue cotton shirt, black fitted pants, brown leather dress shoes, a tie with subtle diagonal stripes, and does not forget his classic steel wristwatch. Everything has to be perfect.

Once his bag is ready, he heads to the gym. It is located not far from his home, modern and well-equipped. When he arrives, he goes to the reception, where he is greeted with a cordial smile. The walls are decorated with photos of local teams, trophies, and men in action on the field. One detail catches his eye: several of these men are wearing Gold jerseys, just like the ones he saw in the Team Gold stories.

As he begins his session, Anthony listens to the new soundtrack sent by *Waltergold*. He has called it “Training.” The track starts with regular beats, reminiscent of a running rhythm, mixed with words he can barely make out.

“Discipline… Obedience… Conformity…”

These words resonate in his mind, almost in synchronicity with his movements. He runs on the mat, doing series of push-ups and squats, feeling more and more focused, as if the track is strengthening his determination.

As he walks around the room, he notices several men. Some are wearing that famous Gold jersey. They are tall, muscular, their bodies seem perfectly sculpted. Their tight jerseys show off every muscle in their torsos, and each jersey bears a name emblazoned in bright Gold numbers on the back. They train with methodical precision, their gazes focused, almost unwavering. Their movements are fluid, as if they are part of a well-rehearsed choreography, a discipline that impresses Anthony. He can’t help but watch them, fascinated.

After two hours of intense effort, Anthony is exhausted but satisfied. His muscles burn, but it’s a feeling he’s learning to appreciate. He heads to the locker room, where he quickly undresses to wash himself.

Under the hot water of the shower, he thinks back to these men, their Gold jerseys, and their apparent devotion to a team, to a cause.

Once he’s done showering, he changes. His movements are almost mechanical, instinctive. He first puts on his underwear, then his fitted black pants. The soft material slides easily against his still damp skin. Next, he puts on his light blue shirt, carefully ironed, and adjusts it perfectly around his neck before buttoning each button with almost obsessive precision. He knots his tie carefully, checking several times that the knot is perfectly centered and that no creases disturb its perfection. Finally, he puts on his brown leather dress shoes, their impeccable shine briefly catching the light.

Before leaving the locker room, he looks at himself in the mirror one last time, running a hand through his carefully gelled hair, making sure each strand is in its place, and checks his tie knot again. Everything is in order.

On the way to work, Anthony feels strangely calm, but also determined. Something in him has changed, and he’s not sure he can go back.

(End of part 4)

Part 3

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polo-drone-025 · 1 month ago

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This bro is right bro. GOLD is all that matters. I am GOLD for life bro. Everyone who reads this need to be GOLD too. Join us.

All I think about is GOLD. All I want is GOLD. Everything about who I was b4 has been replaced. Only the gym matters now. Only the team matters now. GOLD for life bro. Join us.

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polo-drone-025 · 1 month ago

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Damn bro… Don’t you think every guy needs to be golden? We should all look this way.

Here are some of our Golden Team Boxers, modelling for the team photos, and it is another sport we do as part of The Golden Army, all of these boxers are Alphas and always win their matches as their opponents underestimate them.

@toxicafaesthetic

@brodygold

@romangolden68

Come and join us bros or we have other openings like mascot, waterboy etc..so if you want join hmu brahs

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polo-drone-025 · 1 month ago

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Awesome tale of self-improvement. Every bro is better in gold

Lifting Gold

Michael was just a shy lad entering the gym for the first time in the hopes of putting on some muscle to fill out his clothes. His skinny arms and legs and flat chest made him feel puny, weak and pathetic. As he entered the gym for the first time he sees so many people working out with so much more muscle than he has and it made him feel even more insecure.

He shrugged and headed to the dumbbells grabbing the smallest weight to start doing some bicep curls. He looked around at all the gym goers and one in particular caught his eye. A young lad in a golden top also doing dumbbell curls.

The top shimmered and had a hypnotic effect on Michael who had to shake his head and look away for the fuzzy feeling in his head to go away. Little did he know that the guy had noticed and had smirked to himself knowing the golden effect had begun to work on its next victim.

Michael was feeling deflated after a month of lifting weights but seeing no real improvements on his body. He was about to leave the gym after another disappointing session when he heard someone call out "Wait up bro!"

Turning around he saw the lad he saw on his first day at the gym jogging over to him. The golden football top shimmering as he moved. "What's up?" Michael asked, trying not to stare at the top but failing. The boy smiled, "Name's Scott bro and I just thought you'd want to know about an easier way to get better at the gym."

Michael frowned "Im not looking to do steroids." The boy laughed, "Nah bro I dont mean THAT. I mean this." He tapped at his shirt, Michael stared at it, "Uhhhhhh" the boy smiled at the confusion on Michael's face and and told him to follow him into the empty fhanging rooms.

Once inside, he lifted his arm up and Michael got a whiff of musk that clouded his thoughts and made his mind go numb, "Uhhhhhhhh" he said staring at the golden top. Scott smiled "That's it bro dont fight it just give in the golden effect." Michael's face took on a dreamy dopey expression the more he huffed the musk until finally he said "I want a gold top."

Scott smiled and whisked one out handing it to him. Michael took it ans slipped it on and the effects were instantaneous. All of a sudden hos body changed becoming more toned and muscular his posture changed too become more confident and cocky. Old memories vanished thanks to Scott's musk and new ones came in.

Within seconds Dale stood before Scott and said "Lets go lift some weights bro huhuhuhu." Scott smiled and gave his new bro a fist bump as they exited the changing rooms. Scott was excited to introduce his new bro Dale to the full Golden Team.

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polo-drone-025 · 1 month ago

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I wanna formally officialy welcome our brah @hades-gold19 to da GOLDEN ARMY RECRUITMENT TEAM 💪🏼👑

So wanna join and be part of the BEST GOLDEN TEAM in DA WORLD? Hit us up @brodygold and @hades-gold19 and me for ya GOLDEN BROCESSFURMATION BRUHZ

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polo-drone-025 · 2 months ago

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Everyone has their place on the Golden Team! I'm so fucking lucky to have my golden bros around me!

The Water Boy

Max wasn’t thrilled about his new living arrangement. That might be a bit of an understatement. After a string of bad luck and a breakup with his girlfriend that left him without a place to stay, his only option had been to move in with his old colleague Brody. The problem? Brody was an athlete—through and through—and Max had never gotten along with jocks super well. He didn’t understand their obsessive drive, their fixation on training, or their constant talk about “the game.” And it’s not like Max was homophobic, but Brody having trouble bringing any guy he wanted to his bedroom hit a sore spot.

Brody, of course, was part of the Golden Army, the top-tier soccer team everyone in the city knew about. Their shining gold jerseys, their camaraderie, their relentless work ethic—it was all lost on Max, who had no patience for any of it. Brody, though, was unfazed by Max’s disdain, always inviting him to hang out with the team or come to a game.

But Max wasn’t having it. He spent most of his time in his room, away from Brody and the other Golden Army guys who sometimes dropped by. He just wanted peace and quiet, but it was hard to find that in a household that lived and breathed soccer and all kinds of other sports.

One evening, Brody approached Max in the living room, holding a gleaming golden jersey in his hands. “We could use some help at the next match. Just as a water boy. No pressure, no running around, just help out with the bottles and towels.”

Max raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I’m cut out for that.”

“Come on, it’s not that bad. Plus, it’s just a way to hang out. You don’t have to love sports, but you’ll get to see the team up close. Maybe you’ll even like it.”

Max sighed. Brody was impossible to refuse when he got that encouraging, boyish grin. “Fine, but I’m not wearing one of those jerseys.”

Brody chuckled. “You might change your mind.”

The day of the big game arrived, and Max found himself on the sidelines, watching the Golden Army warm up. Their gold jerseys shimmered under the stadium lights, and the crowd roared with excitement. Max couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something—a pull he hadn’t expected. Even if he didn’t care about the sport, the energy was contagious.

As the match kicked off, Max went about his tasks, handing out water and towels, keeping to himself. But then, Brody jogged over, looking a bit winded. “Here, take this,” he said, tossing Max one of the spare golden jerseys. “You’re part of the team now, whether you like it or not.”

Max stared at the jersey, reluctant at first. But something compelled him to put it on. The moment he pulled the fabric over his head, something strange happened. It wasn’t just the smooth texture or the comfortable fit—it was as if the jersey changed him. His mind relaxed, the frustrations and irritations of living with athletes melting away. He felt a connection to the team, to Brody, and to the spirit of the Golden Army. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he started seeing them in a new light. Max found himself hoping to spend some more “quality time” with the team after the game. Especially with his good friend and roommate Brody.

Suddenly, being a water boy didn’t seem so bad. In fact, it felt like the perfect place for him. He smiled as he ran to refill the bottles, his steps light and easy. The crowd, the game, the team—it all mattered now. And when Brody scored the winning goal in the final moments, Max felt a surge of pride unlike anything he’d experienced before.

After the game, as the Golden Army celebrated their victory, Brody found Max near the bench. “How’s the water boy life treating you?”

Max grinned, still wearing the golden jersey. “Not bad, actually. I think I could get used to this.”

Brody laughed and pulled Max into a tight hug. “I knew you’d come around.”

The team celebrated into the night, and Max found himself surrounded by new friends—people he once thought he’d never relate to. But now, with Brody by his side and the Golden Army embracing him as one of their own, he felt like he belonged. For the first time in a long time, Max wasn’t just watching from the sidelines—he was part of something bigger, something golden.

Later that night, when the stadium was quiet and the celebrations had died down, Max and Brody stood together, looking out at the empty field. “Thanks for pushing me to do this,” Max said softly.

Brody smiled. “I always knew you had it in you. Now you’re one of us.”

Max chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

The two of them walked off the field, the bond between them stronger than ever. And Max knew exactly how to pay him back.

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polo-drone-025 · 2 months ago

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Let's get every man in gold! On and off the pitch we are golden brothers so let's make the world shine!

There are a lot of different forms my bros of the Gold Army take. We’ve got superbros, guido studs, gold beast and more. Whether we’re badass bikers, juicy jocks, studs in suits, cocky Chavs or hot himbos, the gold army stands strong! Join the team bros!

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polo-drone-025 · 2 months ago

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Are u ready to convert to Gold? 💛

I. The Call to Gold

Invitation to Greatness: The Golden Army seeks those who are ready to leave behind the ordinary and embrace something extraordinary. The transformation into a member of the Golden Army is not just about joining a team—it’s about entering a golden world where unity, strength, and excellence define every action.

II. The Golden Transformation

The Moment of Change: The transformation begins the moment a recruit accepts the golden jersey. As the golden fabric touches their skin, they begin to feel the shift—a warmth spreading through their body, a sense of purpose and belonging taking root. Their old identity begins to fade, replaced by a powerful new connection to their golden brothers.

Becoming Golden: With the jersey comes a new name and number, symbolizing the recruit’s entry into the Golden Army. This is not just a change of appearance; it is a fundamental transformation of identity. The recruit becomes part of a collective, united by the golden thread that binds them together. As they pull the jersey over their head, they leave behind their former self, stepping into the light as a member of the Golden Army.

The Golden Embrace: Upon wearing the golden kit, the new recruit is welcomed with open arms by their golden brothers. This embrace seals the transformation, solidifying their place within the Golden Army. The recruit’s senses are heightened, their vision sharpens, and the world around them takes on a golden hue. They are now part of a world where every victory is shared, every challenge met with the strength of the collective.

III. Life in the Golden World

A World of Unity: In the Golden Army, every member is connected by an unbreakable bond. The world they inhabit is one of unity, where the success of one is the success of all. The golden world is a place where individual desires are aligned with the collective goal of dominance and excellence.

Brotherhood of Gold: As a member of the Golden Army, you are never alone. Your golden brothers stand with you, on and off the field. This brotherhood is your new family, bound by the shared experience of transformation and the pursuit of greatness. The golden world is one of mutual support, where every member pushes the others to be the best they can be.

The Power of Gold: In the golden world, power is not just physical—it is mental, emotional, and spiritual. The transformation grants every member the confidence and authority to lead, influence, and dominate. The golden kit is a symbol of this power, a reminder that they are part of something greater than themselves.

IV. The Role of the Golden Brothers

Mentorship and Guidance: New recruits are guided through their transformation by experienced members of the Golden Army. These golden brothers ensure that the transition is smooth, offering support and encouragement as the recruit embraces their new identity.

Recruiting the Worthy: As part of the Golden Army, each member is tasked with finding others who are worthy of the transformation. The power of the golden world grows with each new recruit, expanding the influence of the Golden Army. Through the golden embrace, members bring others into the fold, sharing the light of the golden world and strengthening the brotherhood.

V. Embracing the Golden Identity

The Golden Name and Number: Every member receives a new name and number, signifying their rebirth into the Golden Army. This identity is a badge of honor, representing their place within the golden world. It is a constant reminder of their commitment to the values and mission of the Golden Army.

Wearing the Gold: The golden kit is more than just a uniform—it is the physical manifestation of the transformation. Wearing it is an act of devotion, a display of pride in one’s new identity. The kit is worn with reverence, as it is the symbol of the golden world and the brotherhood within it.

VI. Spreading the Golden Influence

Transforming the World: The Golden Army’s mission extends beyond the individual. Members are charged with spreading the influence of the golden world, bringing new recruits into the fold and expanding the reach of the Golden Army. This is done through the golden embrace, a powerful act of unity that transforms others and integrates them into the golden brotherhood.

The Expansion of the Golden World: As the Golden Army grows, so does its influence. The world is gradually transformed into a golden realm, where excellence, unity, and power are the guiding principles. The golden world is not confined to the field—it is a way of life that permeates every aspect of existence.

VII. The Eternal Golden Brotherhood

A Lifelong Bond: The transformation into the Golden Army is permanent. Once you have joined, you are forever part of the golden world. The bond between golden brothers is eternal, unbreakable by time or distance. This brotherhood is your family, your support, and your source of strength.

Living the Golden Legacy: As a member of the Golden Army, you are part of a legacy that transcends the ordinary. You are part of a golden world where excellence is the standard, and unity is the key to success. The golden legacy is one of dominance, influence, and eternal brotherhood—a legacy that you will carry with you for life 💛

Our Golden Bro List 💛:

Teamleaders & Staff:

@hypnogold (Captain Richard #12)

@jacksongold (Co-captain Jackson #15)

Golden Goalkeepers:

@mason-gold (Goalkeeper Mason #1)

Golden Attack:

@lukas-gold (Striker Lukas #7)

@scott-golden9 (Striker Scott #9)

@golden-logan10 (Striker Logan #10)

@calebgold (Striker Caleb #17)

@chadgolden (Striker Chad #24)

Golden Midfield:

@harry-gold2 (Midfielder Harry #2)

@trevorgold (Midfielder Trevor #6)

@brodygold (Midfielder Brody #11)

@joeymidfielder (Midfielder Joey #11)

@laytongold (Center midfielder #29)

@huntergold66 (Midfielder Hunter #66)

Golden Defence:

@ricardogold6 (Defence player Ricardo #6)

@zackgold11 (Defence player #11)

@austingold13 (Defence player Austin #13)

@dylangold20 (Defence player Dylan #20)

@goldtony (Defence player Tony #22)

@gary-gold (Right fullback #23)

@brad-gold31 (Sweeper Brad #31)

@jacobgold-tf (Defence player Jacob #33)

@mitchgold (Defence player #27)

@goldpaxton28 (Defence player #28)

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