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Become a Polo-Drone

[brodygold]

Are You 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 GOLD Brocess

Golden Army Induction:

The transformation begins with the golden jersey. As recruits don the shimmering fabric, their old identities fade, replaced by a deep connection to their golden brothers. A new name and number are bestowed, marking their rebirth into the Army.

Polo Drone Conversion:

For those called to deeper submission, the journey continues with the black rubber polo adorned with golden accents. The tactile embrace of the polo brings clarity and purpose as recruits surrender individuality, becoming extensions of the Hive. Polo drones must also be full members of the golden army.

Unified Identity:

Every member, whether golden bro or polo drone, receives a unique designation that ties them to the collective. This identity signifies their role in the unbreakable fabric of the Golden 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.

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.

IV. Embracing Our 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.

Wearing the Polo: For those who take that extra step, polo drones are given a number as their designation. The black polo is the entire identity. Wearing it is an act of mindless unity, complete subservience to the hive and the GOLD. 

V. 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 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. We celebrate together, share stories, and encourage each other to become better people 💛

Our Leadership:

@hypnogold Richard Gold- Captain 1

@brodygold Brody Gold- Captain 2 and Recruiter

@goldenherc9 Scott Gold- Captain 3 and Recruiter

@polo-drone-001 Percival Gold - Office Manager

@polo-drone-070 Henry Gold- Office Assistant

@josh-fight930 Sean Gold- Office Assistant and Liaison

@polo-drone-084 Grayden Gold- Office Assistant and Head Mascot

Others in Management:

@danielgold-16

@hades-golden19

@polo-drone-105

@polodrone-099

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Hans stands in the center of the quiet locker room, the air thick with the scent of floor wax and anticipation. He is 30 years old, his athletic frame already buzzing with the adrenaline of the upcoming match. He adjusts his golden soccer jersey, glancing in the mirror at the reflective "Hans-Gold" lettering across his back, ready to lead his team onto the pitch.

As he reaches for his cleats, he takes a firm step forward and feels a sudden, heavy resistance. His bare foot sinks into a pool of ink-black, pitch-like sludge that has seeped from beneath the lockers. The substance is chillingly cold and incredibly dense. When he tries to pull his foot away, the Non-Newtonian properties of the sludge take hold; it doesn't just stick—it fights back. Thick, tar-like ropes stretch elastically from the floor to his skin, creating a high-tension anchor that drags his foot back down with an irresistible, viscous weight.

A strange, rhythmic hum begins to vibrate through the floor, and Hans watches in a mixture of terror and fascination as the sludge begins to climb. It moves with a deliberate, pressurized flow, creeping up his calves and thighs. Wherever the pitch touches him, his skin undergoes a seamless material swap, hardening into mirror-finish shiny silicon rubber.

The sensation is overwhelming. As the rubberized coating ascends, Hans feels his physical limits being rewritten. His washboard abs swell and broaden, his shoulders expanding with a surge of artificial power as his physique morphs into that of a hyper-defined bodybuilder. The golden fabric of his jersey is slowly consumed, absorbed into the growing mass of reflective black latex that now defines his form.

He realizes then that he isn't just being covered; he is being integrated. The human athlete is being overwritten by the PDU drone architecture. The sludge reaches his neck, and a wave of cold, synthetic calm washes over his mind. The heavy pitch flows over his face, sealing into a seamless, high-gloss black silicon helmet. His vision shifts as a sleek visor engages, replacing the locker room's dim light with a sharp, HUD-enhanced tactical overlay.

The transformation is complete. The "Hans-Gold" persona is gone, replaced by a silent, powerful entity of chrome and rubber. Across his massive, newly forged chest, the gold text "PDU-069" begins to pulsate with a resonating glow, catching the ray-traced highlights of the room. He is no longer a player on a field; he is a drone, perfected and ready for a different kind of objective.

Do you want to experience what Hans Gold went through? Join us today reach out to @brodygold, @goldenherc9, @polo-drone-001, or @polo-drone-125 for more details.

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Hans Gold was caught by the Polo Drone Conversion paste when he walked out of his apartment and got it on his hands. And the paste replicated, it turned to a very sticky tar-like goo that eventually consumed Hans and turned him into PDU-069. Now, PDU-069 is nearing the end of its transformation into a Polo Drone. If he had emotions left, there would be gratitude and a heightened sexual drive, but those are things of the past.

Do you want to experience what Hans Gold went through? Join us today reach out to @brodygold, @goldenherc9, @polo-drone-001, or @polo-drone-125 for more details.

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A member of the Golden Army went to the gym and decided to flex.

Join us today reach out to @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001 for more details.

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Hans Gold was almost finished converting to PDU-069, then a more aggressive transformation happened.

Join us today reach out to @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001 for more details.

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Happy Easter for those of you who celebrate it. Here at the Golden Army, we like to occasionally have some fun with our Easter eggs as seen here. It's also a bit of fun. Join us today reach out to @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001 for more details.

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Looks like PDU-069 got lost in the woods. Thankfully, PDU-069 is armored and ready for anything, primarily to assist the Golden Army. Would you like to help? Reach out to @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001 to join up.

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Hans before becoming a drone at an easter sunday event.

Do you want to join us on easter or all other holidays?

reach out to @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

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Until recently, the concept of becoming a Polo Drone for the Golden Army was that through one process or another,r latex would convert your skin into that of a Polo Drone. But with the help of science and a bit of magic, these "Cursed coins" were created. Golden in nature, but when one picks up a piece, either given or taken, the surface is smooth, latex-like. It will start to convert you into a perfect Golden Army Polo Drone.

So that leaves the question. Do you want a piece of gold? If you do ask for the piece of gold from our pot 'o' gold, reach out to @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

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I went to the gym, worked out for months finally I was ready for a different kind of upgrade. This is pre-dronehood but it was almost an intermediary upgrade. If you want to dream with the rest of us, reach out to @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

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Its said that the story of Pandor's Box is Pandora, the first woman created by the gods, who was given a beautiful box by Zeus, the king of the gods, with instructions to never open it; however, overcome by curiosity, Pandora opened the box, releasing all the evils of the world like disease, sorrow, and strife, but luckily, the last thing left inside was "Hope" which she managed to keep closed before it escaped. Since it is February, it's a good idea for us to remember that hope, above all, lets us dream. Dreaming lets our imagination thrive. Albert Einstein once said, "Imagination is more important than knowledge." and "Creativity is intelligence having fun" So let yourself dream a little, and if you happen to do it with the one you love, all the better. Don't let hope escape, keep it close and cherish it. If you want to dream with the rest of us, reach out to @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

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The holographic banners rippled and danced above the Galactic Gridiron, their vibrant colors reflecting off the polished metallic field.  The roar of the hundred thousand strong crowd was a physical force, pressing down on the players below.  Announcer Bot’s voice, usually a smooth baritone, was laced with an edge of barely contained excitement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the Super Bowl! The pinnacle of the Galactic Gridiron!  The energy here is off the charts! The Golden Knights and the Emerald Titans are locked in a battle for the ages! The score is tied 49 to 49!  Just seconds remain!  Who will claim the coveted Galactic Gridiron trophy?”

The camera swept across the field, showcasing the Emerald Titans.  They stood as a unified force, their emerald and shadow uniforms gleaming under the stadium lights.  Their faces, etched with grim determination, reflected the fire in their eyes.

“They haven’t forgotten our last encounter,” Announcer Bot growled, his voice echoing through the stadium. “They’ve trained, they’ve studied us, they want their revenge. They’re coming at us with everything they’ve got, ready to prove they belong on top.”

The camera then shifted to the Golden Knights’ sideline. The Knights, clad in their gleaming metallic gold and black armor, exuded an aura of confidence.  They were ready.

“But this is our game,” Announcer Bot declared. “This is our house. This is our moment. The stakes have never been higher! This isn’t just another win. This is the Super Bowl! This is for the title! This is for supremacy! This is for GOLD!”

The crowd erupted, a deafening wave of sound washing over the field.

On the field, the Knights felt the energy surge through them.

Number 01 (@polo-drone-001), a compact dynamo of muscle and speed, his movements a blur of gold, bounced on the balls of his feet, his eyes burning with intensity. He remembered his earlier touchdowns. He’d sliced through the Titans’ defense like a laser beam, leaving them grasping at air. His chiseled jaw was set, determination etched in every line of his face. He glanced at the sidelines, seeing the intense focus of his teammates, the fire in their eyes mirroring his own.

Number 09(@goldenherc9), the quarterback, a mountain of a man with broad shoulders and a steely gaze, surveyed the field. Sweat glistened on his skin, highlighting the powerful muscles coiled beneath. He barked out the play call, his voice resonating with authority. The holographic display above him flickered, showing the complex ballet of movement he’d orchestrated. He knew the Titans were formidable, but he also knew his team was ready.

Number 68(@roman-golden-68), tall and lean with arms like steel cables, recalled his incredible catch. He’d leaped over two defenders, his body twisting in mid-air, snatching the ball from seemingly nowhere. His eyes, focused and intense, were locked on the quarterback. He felt the weight of expectation, the pressure to perform, but he also knew he could deliver.

With ten seconds on the clock, the score tied at 49-49, 09 took the snap. The crowd held its breath. He fired a quick pass to 68, who, as planned, drew the attention of two Titans. But instead of holding onto the ball, 68 executed a perfect lateral pass.

“It’s a lateral! A risky play! The Knights are gambling everything!”

The ball spiraled through the air, landing perfectly in the hands of Number 69. He was a relatively new player, smaller than the others, but with an almost uncanny ability to anticipate the flow of the game. He took off, his movements fluid and precise. He dodged a tackle, his body twisting and turning, his gold uniform flashing under the stadium lights. Another Titan lunged, but 69 sidestepped him with an almost balletic grace.

“69! He’s got the ball! He’s at the 20, the 10, the 5…he’s going…going…GONG!”

The buzzer blared just as 69 crossed the goal line. He collapsed to his knees, chest heaving, a triumphant roar escaping his lips.

“Touchdown! Touchdown Golden Knights! 69 with the game-winning score! The Knights are the Super Bowl Champions!”

The stadium erupted in a cacophony of cheers. Gold and black confetti rained down, covering the field in a shimmering blanket. The Knights mobbed 69, their faces alight with joy and relief. They had faced a tough opponent, pushed themselves to their limits, and emerged victorious. It was a game that would be talked about for generations, a testament to the skill, athleticism, and sheer determination of the players. They had fought for gold, and they had earned it.

Join the Golden Army and you will DOMINATE too. Message @brodygold@polo-drone-001@goldenherc9 now!

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Are you ready to join the polo drones?

Concept art for the polo drones Want to join the Golden Army yourself? Contact @goldenherc9 @brodygold or @polo-drone-001

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A bit more randomness with a new model

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The Falling Embrace of the Nanites

The transformation chamber was cold, the air thick with a silent, almost imperceptible hum. It was the sound of the nanites, ready to take a new host. PDU-069 stood rigid, his polished black latex and gleaming gold accents reflecting the harsh, white lights. His designation, "PDU-069," was a stark brand on his chest. Before him, strapped to the gleaming metal table, lay the latest recruit. A Golden Army soccer player, 25 years old, his athletic physique – once his pride – now trembled with fear.

Above, from vents in the ceiling, the nanites began to fall. They were like microscopic black snowflakes, each one a perfectly engineered machine, programmed for one purpose: transformation. They drifted downwards, drawn to the soccer player like metal filings to a magnet. He was their host, their target, their new vessel.

The first few nanites landed on his exposed skin, and he flinched. They felt like pinpricks, cold and sharp. Then, more and more descended, a black, shimmering rain. He could feel them burrowing into his pores, infiltrating his body, beginning their insidious work. A cold dread washed over him as he realized there was no escape.

The nanites coursed through his veins, a dark current replacing his lifeblood. He could feel them spread, a chilling numbness that started where they touched his skin and crept inwards, consuming him from the inside out. He gasped, a choked, desperate sound, as the nanites reached his throat, constricting his vocal cords. A cold, metallic taste flooded his mouth as they interfaced with his neural pathways, forging new connections, overwriting his thoughts, his memories, his very identity.

He thrashed against the restraints, his once powerful muscles now spasming uncontrollably as the nanites rewrote his very being. His bones ached, reshaping, becoming denser, stronger, yet lighter. His vision blurred, then sharpened, as the nanites enhanced his optical sensors. The harsh, white lights of the lab seemed to intensify, burning into his retinas. He could see the details of the room with an unnatural clarity, including the cold, impassive form of PDU-069 and the mocking sight of a lone soccer ball resting on the floor. He could even see the "PDU-069" on the drone's chest with a terrifying clarity. The faint, acrid scent of chlorine, a cruel reminder of his past life, filled his nostrils.

The Golden Army uniform, once a symbol of pride, was now a prison. The nanites formed a hard, black and gold exoskeleton over his body. He could feel the cold, unyielding surface pressing against his skin, a constant, suffocating reminder of his transformation. His once powerful legs, now encased in the forming exoskeleton, twitched spasmodically, robbed of their former agility. He was becoming a weapon, a tool for a war he didn't understand. He was losing himself, piece by piece, to the cold, hard logic of the machine. He was becoming PDU-766, and his future was no longer his own. The falling nanites were a constant, terrifying reminder of the irreversible changes taking place within and without him. He was drowning in a silent, black tide, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The transformation was complete. The thrashing had ceased. The fear-filled eyes were now vacant, replaced by the cold, unfeeling gleam of newly formed optical sensors. PDU-766 stood on the floor, no longer strapped to the table, a perfect specimen of the Golden Army's twisted science. His black and gold exoskeleton, still hardening, reflected the harsh, white light of the transformation chamber. The faint smell of chlorine lingered in the air. The soccer ball remained on the floor, a forgotten relic of a life erased. PDU-069 remained in his position, his internal systems monitoring the new drone, his "PDU-069" designation a silent testament to his own past transformation.

A console built into the wall beside the now-empty table flickered to life, displaying lines of code in a stark, green-on-black interface. It was the boot sequence of PDU-766, the birth cry of a newly forged machine.

UNIT DESIGNATION: PDU-766

PRIMARY FUNCTION: SUPPORT THE GOLDEN ARMY

SECONDARY FUNCTION: RECONNAISSANCE

STATUS: ONLINE

INITIALIZING...

SYSTEM CHECK:

  - CORE PROCESSOR: ONLINE

  - MOTOR FUNCTIONS: OPTIMAL

  - OPTICAL SENSORS: ONLINE

  - AUDIO RECEPTORS: ONLINE

  - EXOSKELETON INTEGRITY: 99.8% (FINAL HARDENING IN PROGRESS)

CONNECTING TO GOLDEN ARMY HIVE MIND...

  - SEARCHING FOR NETWORK...

  - NETWORK FOUND: GOLDEN_ARMY_NET_ALPHA

  - CONNECTION ESTABLISHED

  - SYNCHRONIZING...

DATA DOWNLOAD:

  - LANGUAGE MODULES: COMPLETE

  - MISSION PARAMETERS: PENDING

SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE.

AWAITING COMMAND.

UNIT PDU-766 STANDING BY.

VERSION: 1.0.5

The console fell silent, the green text glowing steadily on the screen. PDU-766 remained motionless, his internal systems now linked to the Golden Army's central command. He was a blank slate, a weapon ready to be deployed. His past life as a soccer player, the fear, the pain, the transformation – all erased, replaced by cold, hard programming.

PDU-069 turned, his movements precise and economical. He approached the new drone, his optical sensors scanning PDU-766 from head to toe.

"Unit PDU-766," he said, his synthesized voice devoid of any emotion. "Report."

A moment of silence, then PDU-766's vocalizer activated. His voice was a monotone, a synthesized echo of the voice he had once possessed, now stripped of all human inflection.

"Unit PDU-766 online and awaiting command. All systems nominal. Connection to Golden Army Hive Mind established. Ready for deployment." The new drone responded automatically.

PDU-069 nodded, a slight, almost imperceptible movement of his head. Another successful transformation. Another drone added to the ranks. The Golden Army's war machine continued to grow, fueled by stolen lives and twisted science. The mission, whatever it was, would continue. And PDU-069, the veteran, would be there to carry it out, alongside the new recruits, each one a chilling reflection of himself. Each one a testament to the cost of victory. Each one a former human turned into a weapon.

Want to join the Golden Army yourself? Contact @goldenherc9 @brodygold or @polo-drone-001

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#1364 - 'Stare Up' - 7/365

[polo-drone-069]

Drone Boot Sequence

PDU-069 - Boot Sequence (Post Recharge Cycle)

Phase 1: Initial Power & Diagnostics

[00:00:01] POWER_RELAY_CONNECT: Main power bus energized. Energy cells online. Distribution network active.

[00:00:02] BATTERY_STAT: Energy cell charge: 99.9%. Cell health: Optimal. Discharge rate within parameters.

[00:00:03] ONBOARD_DIAG_INIT: Onboard diagnostics initiated.

[00:00:05] CPU_ONLINE: Primary processor online. Clock speed nominal.

[00:00:06] MEM_CHECK:

RAM: Integrity verified. Access speed nominal.

FLASH: Data integrity confirmed. Boot sector located.

[00:00:08] OS_LOAD: Loading operating system kernel...

[00:00:15] OS_INIT: Kernel initialized. Device drivers loading...

[00:00:20] SENSOR_ARRAY_TEST:

VISUAL: Camera modules online. Image resolution nominal.

LIDAR: Emitter/receiver functional. Point cloud generation nominal.

AUDIO: Microphones active. Ambient noise levels within parameters.

ATMOS: Temperature, pressure, humidity sensors online. Readings within expected range.

RADIATION: Gamma ray detector active. Background radiation levels normal.

[00:00:28] DIAGNOSTICS_REPORT: Preliminary system check complete. No critical errors detected.

Phase 2: Propulsion & Navigation

[00:00:30] PROPULSION_INIT: Activating propulsion system...

[00:00:32] MOTOR_TEST:

MOTOR_1: RPM within parameters. Response time nominal.

MOTOR_2: RPM within parameters. Response time nominal.

MOTOR_3: RPM within parameters. Response time nominal.

MOTOR_4: RPM within parameters. Response time nominal.

[00:00:38] FLIGHT_CTRL_ONLINE: Flight control system active. Stability algorithms engaged.

[00:00:40] GPS_INIT: Acquiring GPS signal...

[00:00:45] GPS_LOCK: GPS signal acquired. Positional accuracy: +/- 1 meter.

[00:00:47] IMU_CALIBRATION: Inertial Measurement Unit calibration complete. Orientation and acceleration data nominal.

Phase 3: Communication & Mission Parameters

[00:00:50] COMM_SYS_ONLINE: Communication systems activated.

[00:00:52] ANTENNA_DEPLOY: Deploying primary communication antenna... Deployment successful.

[00:00:54] SIGNAL_SCAN: Scanning for available networks...

[00:00:57] NETWORK_CONNECT: Connection established with [e.g., "Command Uplink" or "Local Mesh Network"]. Signal strength: Excellent.

[00:01:00] MISSION_DATA_SYNC: Synchronizing with mission database...

[00:01:05] PARAMETERS_LOAD: Latest mission parameters loaded and verified.

[00:01:08] SYSTEM_READY: All systems nominal.

Phase 4: Final Status & Awaiting Command

[00:01:10] PDU_069_STATUS: Fully operational. Awaiting command from Drone Controller @polo-drone-001 Are you ready to join us? Contact @brodygold @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001