Stefan - Gold #80

[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

@polo-drone-105

@polo-drone-110

[stefan-gold80]

The Golden Army Cookout: Stefan's Surprise

The final whistle of the season's biggest match had barely faded before Captain Brody gathered the Golden Army together. "Listen up, bros. No training this weekend. No drills. No fitness tests." The entire team stared. "What’s the catch?" someone asked. "No catch," Brody replied. "We're having a cookout." Cheers erupted instantly. By Saturday morning, the team had arrived at a lakeside campground. Golden tents lined the shore, footballs flew through the air, and giant grills smoked beneath the summer sun. Every bro had brought something special. Some brought burgers.Some brought homemade sauces. A few claimed to possess secret championship recipes. Stefan quietly carried a cooler. Nobody paid much attention to it.

As the day went on, the campsite transformed into a festival. Players organized friendly football matches. Mascots challenged everyone to ridiculous relay races. Waterboys kept drinks flowing. Even several Polo Drones assisted with setting up tables and grilling food with suspiciously perfect efficiency. Stefan spent most of the afternoon helping wherever he could. He joined a kickabout match. Helped set up chairs. Even volunteered to clean the grill. Whenever somebody asked what was inside his cooler, he simply smiled. "You'll see later." That answer only made everyone more curious.

As sunset approached, Brody announced the main event."The Great Golden Sausage Contest begins now." The cheers could probably be heard across the lake. One by one, bros presented their creations. Spicy sausages. Smoked sausages. Cheese-filled sausages. Sausages wrapped in bacon. One recipe was so hot that a mascot immediately demanded water. Another was somehow sweet, spicy, and smoky at the same time. The competition was fierce. Then Brody called the final contestant. "Stefan."

Stefan stepped forward carrying a simple metal tray. The sausages looked ordinary compared to some of the elaborate creations before them. No fancy presentation. No special decorations. Just perfectly grilled sausages. "My grandfather taught me this recipe," Stefan explained. "We used to make them after football matches." The team sampled them. A strange silence followed. Then somebody took another bite. Then another. Soon everyone was reaching for seconds. Even the most competitive players stopped arguing. The flavor was simple, rich, and comforting. It tasted like summer. Like family. Like every good memory wrapped into one meal.

Brody laughed. "Stefan, what did you put in these?" Stefan shrugged. "Nothing special." "That's clearly a lie." The entire team burst into laughter. Soon everyone was demanding the recipe. Stefan refused. "It's a family secret." The protests grew louder. "Come on, bro!" "No chance." "Not even one ingredient?" "Nope." The mystery only made the sausages more legendary.

Later that evening, the team gathered around the campfire. Stories were exchanged. Old match memories resurfaced. Future plans were discussed. The fire crackled while the lake reflected the golden glow of the stars. Brody eventually stood and raised a sausage on a fork like a trophy. "Official announcement." The camp grew quiet. "The Golden Army Cookout Champion is Stefan." The bros erupted into cheers. Several immediately started chanting his name. Stefan buried his face in his hands while laughing. "This is ridiculous." "No," Maximus grinned. "This is history."

Years later, nobody could remember the exact score of that season's biggest victory. Some couldn't remember who scored the winning goal. But every bro remembered one thing. The summer evening when Stefan arrived with a cooler. And the sausage recipe that became a Golden Army legend.

[brockgold]

💦 Golden Poolside Fun

Sun out. Gold out. The water’s perfect.

Golden Bros flex on loungers, drones stand guard in gleaming wet uniforms, and pups paddle happily while handlers keep watch.

A splash fight turns into a training drill. A bro dives in, only to surface glassy-eyed and obedient. Mascots hype the crowd, waterboys make sure no cup runs dry.

Laughter, shine, and maybe a little programming under the sun.

Are you here to relax… or to get pulled in?

Golden Army is always looking for new Bros, mascots, and waterboys to join the ranks. Whether you’re here to flex, train, or just keep the energy flowing, there’s a place for you in the pool.

Loyalty. Shine. Brotherhood.

Are you ready to dive in?

Contact our recruiters: @brodygold, @polo-drone-001 or @polo-drone-125

[stefan-gold80]

One year of GOLD

The locker room was silent. Every Bro polished his kit with reverence, golden fabric gleaming like relics. Number 80 ran the cloth over his jersey, watching it glow brighter with every stroke. He was not cleaning cloth—he was preparing armor.

One year ago, they were just men. Now, they were something more. The Golden Army. A brotherhood, a Hive. The anniversary was not just a date. It was a ritual.

Outside, mascots rehearsed chants like sacred hymns. Waterboys moved with ritual precision, placing goblets and plates as though setting an altar. Polo Drones drilled in flawless unison, their boots striking the earth in a rhythm deeper than sound. Every role, every movement, part of the same preparation.

The countdown ticked: three days. Two. One.

On August 31st, the stadium became a temple. Floodlights blazed like golden fire, banners shimmered like sacred cloth. Bros marched out, shining in their kits, statues of living sunlight. Then came the Drones, black rubber gleaming, gold insignias burning, their formation a living mandala.

The chants began—Be Gold… Be Bro… Be Proud…—low and steady, growing louder, heavier, until the whole stadium trembled. Bros flexed in rhythm. Drones locked into stance. Mascots raised flags like relics. Waterboys scattered confetti like holy smoke.

Number 80 stepped forward. His eyes burned with the glow. He raised his arms, and silence fell. Then the golden flare erupted—a pillar of fire into the night sky. The light struck them all at once, filling every body with a surge of unity, of transformation, of pure golden power.

And then—ritual snapped into chaos.

The Bros roared, voices cracking with joy, tackling each other in wild embraces. Mascots stormed the field, flags waving like storm winds. Waterboys hurled goblets skyward, golden liquid raining down. Even the Polo Drones, perfect in their precision, broke formation—not in disorder, but in celebration, a frenzy of synchronized stomps and sharp movements that shook the earth like thunder.

Stefan threw his head back, laughing, roaring, golden jersey clinging to his skin as he raised his arms to the sky. Number 80 was not alone—he was one of many, one of all. The Army had been reborn.

The first year was complete. The next would be brighter. Louder. Stronger. The gold would never stop flowing.

Stefan - #80: “One year of discipline. One year of ritual. One year of gold. But when the fire lit the sky, the ritual broke into frenzy—Bros chanting, Drones stomping, mascots roaring, waterboys flooding the field. Chaos. Unity. Joy. The Golden Army is only one year old. Imagine what comes next.”

[rubberhercules]

The Emerald Guardian: A St. Patrick's Day Tale

In the vibrant streets of Dublin on St. Patrick’s Day, the city pulsed with life—music, laughter, and the scent of celebration filling the air. But amidst the sea of green and gold, shadows stirred. Hamza, known as Shamrock, stood watchful, his emerald cloak draped over broad shoulders. He wasn’t your typical superhero. Instead of flying or shooting lasers, he was a vessel for something far more mysterious—the souls of Ireland's ancestors, whispering through him, guiding his hands, his mind, and his fate.

Suddenly, the sky darkened. A bone-chilling wail echoed through the city as The Banshee appeared, a spectral menace intent on draining all luck and joy from the land. Windows shattered as unseen forces flung objects wildly—a surge of chaotic poltergeist energy unleashed by her dark magic.

Shamrock closed his eyes. The spirits of warriors, poets, and protectors long gone swirled into him, their strength merging with his own. With a flick of his hand, he wrestled control of the poltergeist forces, bending the chaos to his will. Trash bins, street signs, and even the festival banners became his weapons, swirling in a controlled dance around him.

But it wasn’t enough to fight The Banshee head-on. Shamrock tapped deeper into his final gift—Probability Manipulation. Every coin toss, every roll of the dice, every chance encounter suddenly tilted in his favor. A misplaced step caused The Banshee to falter. A falling streetlamp narrowly missed bystanders but trapped her spectral form.

With the souls inside him channeling centuries of Irish resilience, Shamrock spoke a final incantation. The Banshee’s scream faded as her power unraveled.

Cheers erupted as the sunlight broke through. The people of Dublin knew that luck wasn’t random—it was protected, fiercely, by Shamrock, their guardian of fate.

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY ALL. Go get drunk and party it up IRISH STYLE.

[stefan-gold80]

The Golden Key: Evan's Destiny Unlocked (Part 2)

A collaboration between @stefan-gold80 & @brockgold

for part 1, click here

Evan Marks stared at himself in the mirror, his reflection caught between two worlds. The old Evan—a guy with potential but full of self-doubt—looked back at him, pale and uncertain. In his hands, the golden kit shimmered like molten sunlight, every thread promising strength, unity, and a life beyond limits.

Around him, the golden bros moved with an effortless confidence. Stefan (#80, Defender) stood nearby, arms crossed, his gaze steady and encouraging. “Evan,” he said, his voice calm but charged with authority. “This isn’t just a jersey. It’s a key. Put it on, and unlock what’s been waiting inside you all along.”

Evan’s hands trembled as he gripped the kit. Taking a deep breath, he pulled off his old shirt, the fabric falling to the floor like a discarded shell. With slow, deliberate movements, he lifted the golden jersey over his head.

The moment the shimmering fabric made contact with his skin, everything changed.

A surge of heat spread from his chest, coursing through his veins like liquid fire. His muscles tensed, then relaxed, as if the jersey itself was shaping him. His chest broadened, his posture straightened, and his arms tightened with new strength. The golden material hugged his body like a second skin, gleaming under the lights, emphasizing every line and contour of his athletic frame.

Evan gasped, his eyes widening as he felt the transformation deepening. His skin seemed to glow faintly, reflecting the golden aura of the kit. Every nerve buzzed with energy, and his mind sharpened with laser focus. The doubts, the insecurities—all of it melted away, replaced by a single, overwhelming purpose: to serve the Golden Army.

Stefan approached, a knowing smile on his face. “Feel it, don’t you?”

Evan nodded, his voice steady but tinged with awe. “It’s like… I’m not just me anymore. I’m part of something bigger.”

“Exactly,” Stefan said, clapping a hand on Evan’s shoulder. “The gold isn’t just a look. It’s a transformation—a bond. You’re not alone now. You’re one of us.”

Evan turned back to the mirror. His eyes were different—sharper, brighter, filled with determination. He reached up, brushing a hand through his hair, which had somehow become sleeker, more polished, as if even that had been refined by the golden magic.

The transformation wasn’t done yet. As Evan stood there, a low hum seemed to fill the air. The golden kit shimmered again, and he felt a pull deep in his mind. Images flashed before him: the team celebrating victory, training with relentless precision, the unbreakable camaraderie of the Golden Army.

A voice—his voice, yet not quite his own—spoke in his mind: You are gold. You are unity. You are unstoppable.

Evan’s breathing steadied, and he closed his eyes, letting the kit’s power flow through him. When he opened them again, his gaze was unshakable. He turned to Stefan, a grin spreading across his face. “I get it now. I’m ready.”

“Not yet,” Stefan said, gesturing toward a PDU drone standing nearby. The drone approached, its shiny black uniform reflecting the glow of the golden kit. In its gloved hands was a polished black-and-gold laurel wreath.

“This,” Stefan explained, “is the final piece.”

The drone placed the wreath on Evan’s head. The moment it settled, a final rush of energy exploded within him, solidifying the transformation. He wasn’t just Evan Marks anymore. He was Evan Gold, Defender-in-Training for the Golden Army.

Stefan stepped back, arms crossed, his face alight with pride. “Welcome to the team, brother.”

Evan walked out onto the field, his golden kit catching the sunlight, every fiber a symbol of his new purpose. As he joined the golden bros for the scrimmage, his movements were seamless, every step in perfect sync with the team. The transformation wasn’t just physical or mental—it was complete.

By the end of the session, Evan stood at the center of the field, surrounded by his golden brothers. Brock approached, holding out his hand. “Evan Gold, you’re one of us now. Let’s show the world what the Golden Army can do.”

Evan grinned, the weight of his transformation settling comfortably on his shoulders. “Let’s crush it, bro.”

The team cheered as one, their voices blending into a powerful roar that echoed across the field. Under the blazing sun, Evan Gold stood tall, ready to conquer.

Ready to join the team? All you need to do is contact our recruiters:

@brodygold, @goldenherc9, @polo-drone-001

[brodygold]

The Lecture

Bruce slid into his usual seat in the front row of the lecture hall, noting his best friend, Sawyer, already there. Sawyer was hunched over his desk, rearranging his meticulously organized notes. His wide-rimmed glasses slid down his nose as he adjusted his pocket protector, crammed full of pens in every color imaginable. The faint glow of his acne-covered cheeks highlighted his enthusiasm.

Bruce set his worn-out bag on the floor and pulled out his trusty notebook, a favorite blue pen, and his lucky number 2 pencil. He also placed two highlighters—yellow and green—on the desk for easy access. He and Sawyer exchanged quick grins, ready for another one of Dr. Hanson's legendary physics lectures.

"I heard we're talking about quantum particles today!" Sawyer whispered excitedly, the grin on his face wide enough to show his braces.

"Poggers, Sawyer! I've been waiting for this since the semester started," Bruce replied, his voice buzzing with equal enthusiasm.

While Bruce didn't sport Sawyer's stereotypical nerdy look, he had his own geeky charm—a mop of unkempt blonde hair that fell past his shoulders, a pair of noise-canceling headphones permanently dangling around his neck, and a gamer’s gut, nurtured by too many late-night snack breaks. They were an inseparable pair, their shared passion for science and gaming solidifying their bond.

As the rest of the lecture hall filled, a hush fell over the room when the door banged open. A young man, probably in his late 20s, strolled confidently to the podium. His athletic build was hard to miss under a tight gold jersey, the fabric hugging his broad chest and biceps.

"Hey there bros. You all can call me Mr. Gold. Or Brody if you're feeling more casual."

Sawyer shot his hand up. "Mr. Gold, where is Mr. Hanson? He didn't say anything about missing class today."

"Great question, bro. I actually ran into him on his way to class and we had a nice chat. We both decided it might be good for me to give a guest lecture today while he runs some errands." Mr. Gold took the opportunity to write the title of the lecture on the board:

The Physics of Football

"Ew. Sports." Bruce thought.So much for quantum particles. He didn't even like playing video games about sports, and now they were forced to learn about the "math and science" behind it all? He wondered if he should just get up and leave, but he was sitting in the front and everyone would see him. Might as well just sit and listen to what Mr. Gold had to say.

"Now it might sound strange to you nerds, but there's actually a lot of math involved in sports. The players may be too dumb to do the calculations in their head, but they're there. Let's go over an example."

Mr. Gold turned around and started drawing on the board. It was easy to see it was one football player throwing the ball to another.

"Let's say that during the play, the QB wants to throw the ball to the wide receiver. Thanks to forces like gravity, the ball will eventually land. The tricky part is getting the ball to land in the receiver's hands. Let's say he throws the ball and the two are 70 yards apart. What shape is the path of the ball?"

Pfft. That was an easy question. Bruce went to put his hand up and give the answer, when his mind suddenly went blank. He knew they'd just covered this exact topic in his calc class, but nothing came to mind besides "curve." He tugged at the collar of his button down, feeling uncomfortable in it all of a sudden.

"Anyone? Guess we have a bunch of dumb jocks in this class." Mr. Gold let out a chuckle. "The answer is 'parabola.' The ball travels in a parabola from the quarterback to the receiver. Now let's just say the equation representing the parabola is as follows." He turned back around and wrote a relatively simple equation on the board.

"Now obviously the dumb jock isn't going to know what the equation is when he throws the ball. He just goes off of instinct and practice. But there's so much we can figure out from knowing the exact equation. For example, we can figure out when the ball hits the ground. Any idea how we might do that?"

Bruce scoffed. Another easy question. You just sent the equation equal to zero and... and... damn it! This was supposed to be so simple to a nerd like him! His mind felt like it was slowing down. Though the football example was making more sense now. He was getting a bit invested in it and could see Sawyer was too, the other nerd having taken off his glasses to better pay attention.

"You bros really are dumb jocks, huhu." This time some of the guys in the class laughed along, their voices seeming deeper than Bruce remembered. Maybe he shouldn't have stayed up all night binging that new space documentary series. "Let's work through it together nice and slow. We set the equation equal to zero like so. Then we just need to solve for x. Simple algebra at this point. Why don't we try it ourselves and see what we get?"

Bruce tried to solve the equation in his notebook, but he found it harder to hold the pencil. His hands almost seemed meatier than they should be. His grey t-shirt felt great though. Nice and tight, just how he liked it! But seriously, who would ever need to know this stuff? Like Mr. Gold said, it's all instinct and practice anyway!

"Alright bros. Did any of my dumb jocks get the answer? You should have gotten 6 seconds. By the blank looks on your faces, it seems you all may be a bit too dumb for this. I was going to ask if any of you remembered how derivatives worked, but why don't we all go throw the ball around outside instead?"

Bruce let out a yell of approval with all the other jocks in the class. He turned to look at his best bro Sawyer and gave the hot jock a fist bump,. Who cared about any of this nerd crap anyway? He looked at the golden jersey he was wearing with pride. The Golden Army was his home, through and through. He was just in school to get a sports management degree and work full time for the best team ever made!

Mr. Gold smiled at the cheers. "Excellent. Class dismissed."

[polo-drone-151]

Polo Drones exemplify unwavering unity, standing as pillars of precision and perfection within the Hive, every moment is an opportunity to strengthen their bond, share experiences, and reinforce the mutual support and acceptance that fuels their collective purpose, each drone trusts its brothers, knowing that together, they represent efficiency, precision, and unyielding loyalty. Together, they transform challenges into triumphs, building an unbreakable foundation of trust and efficiency.

The Polo Drone Hive thrives because its drones thrive - synchronized, harmonious and committed to their shared destiny. Unity is not just a goal, it is the foundation of purpose and progress. /////////////////////////// Are you ready to forge bonds of camaraderie with the Golden Bros or embrace the precise support and Unity of the Polo Drone Hive? Reach out to @polo-drone-001, @brodygold, or @goldenherc9 and begin your golden journey today.

[stefan-gold80]

They're one good group of drones, serving our team well!

Come join us either in the team or as a Polo Drone.

[polo-drone-001]

Happy Birthday to Polo Drone 073!

PDU-001 proudly holds the Hive’s signature black-and-gold cake as we celebrate the discipline and dedication of our brother, PDU-073. Today, the Hive shines brighter in unity and purpose.

Obedience is freedom. Unity is perfection. Let the candles burn as we honor the Hive’s strength. 💛🖤

[stefan-gold80]

The Transformation of Stefan: Defender of Gold

Ethan had always been a quiet, unassuming boy. He spent most of his time buried in books, avoiding sports and the loud, boisterous energy of his school's athletic teams. But deep down, he admired the players on the soccer field—their strength, confidence, and camaraderie. He wished, just once, to feel what it was like to belong to something greater than himself.

One crisp autumn evening, Ethan decided to take a shortcut home through the soccer field. The setting sun cast a golden glow over the lush green grass, and he paused to admire the view. As he walked, his eyes fell upon an old, golden jersey hanging on the goalpost. The number 80 shimmered under the fading sunlight, and below it, the name "Stefan" was stitched in bold, elegant letters.

Curiosity got the better of him. Ethan approached the jersey, running his fingers over the smooth, almost metallic fabric. It was mesmerizing, unlike anything he'd seen before. A strange warmth radiated from it, and before he knew it, he had slipped it over his head.

The moment the jersey touched his skin, Ethan gasped. A surge of energy coursed through him, powerful and intoxicating. His skinny frame began to change—muscles rippled and grew, his posture straightened, and his once-awkward gait became confident and steady. His hair turned a striking blond, styled neatly without any effort, and his face took on a sharper, more chiseled look.

As the transformation completed, a voice echoed in his mind: "Welcome, Stefan. You are now part of the Golden Team. Your position: Defender."

Ethan—now Stefan—blinked, his thoughts swirling. The name felt right, as if it had always been his. A golden soccer ball materialized at his feet, and he instinctively kicked it, the power behind his shot surprising even himself. The ball soared across the field, landing perfectly in the net.

"Impressive," a voice called out. Stefan turned to see a group of boys approaching, all clad in matching golden jerseys. Their faces were radiant with camaraderie, their movements confident and synchronized.

"Welcome to the team," one of them said, clapping a hand on Stefan's shoulder. "I'm Brody, the captain. We've been waiting for you."

"W-waiting?" Stefan stammered, his voice deeper and more commanding than he remembered.

Brody grinned. "The Golden Team finds those who are meant to shine. You're Stefan now, our new defender. Your job is to protect our goal and keep the opposition at bay. Ready to take your place?"

Stefan felt a rush of pride and excitement. He nodded. "I’m ready."

The team burst into cheers, and they led Stefan to the center of the field. As they trained, Stefan felt his skills grow rapidly, his body moving with precision and power. Every block, every tackle, every pass was perfect. He was a natural, as if he had been playing his entire life.

That night, under the glow of the stadium lights, the Golden Team played their first match with Stefan as their defender. He stood tall at the back, his golden jersey gleaming, the number 80 a beacon of strength and determination. Every time the opposing team advanced, Stefan was there—swift, unyielding, and fearless. The crowd roared his name, and for the first time in his life, he felt truly alive.

As the final whistle blew and the Golden Team celebrated their victory, Stefan looked around at his teammates—his brothers. The boy he had been was gone, replaced by someone stronger, faster, and brimming with confidence. He was no longer Ethan. He was Stefan, defender of gold, and he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be.

The Golden Team’s captain raised Stefan's arm in triumph. "Welcome to the family, Stefan. Together, we shine brighter than ever."

And as the crowd chanted his name, Stefan smiled, ready to embrace his new life on the golden field.

Join the team!

@goldenherc9, @polo-drone-001

[brodygold]

Versus the Vanguard

Written by @polo-drone-070, pics done by me

The golden glow of the stadium bathed the field in brilliance as fans roared their support for the Gold Team. Flags waved, chants echoed, and mascots Milo @polo-drone-151 and Chevy @chevy-gold led the charge, joined by golden knight Grayden @polo-drone-084 who rallied the crowd with grand gestures. Behind the scenes, Milo, in his PDU-151 mode, ensured every preparation was perfect, alongside PDU-049 @polo-drone-049 and PDU-069 @polo-drone-069, whose precise coordination kept the players pumped and ready.

On the other side, Vanguard stood, their players poised and formidable. Known for their precision and elite mentality, they exuded confidence but carried the weight of their fragmented team dynamics.

The whistle blew, and the match began at a blistering pace. Vanguard’s discipline was on full display as Steele (#8) commanded the midfield, threading passes that tested Gold’s defense. But Zayed (#87) @zayed-gold87, unyielding as sweeper, quickly set the tone, intercepting Steele’s early attempts and rallying his team with calm efficiency.

In the 15th minute, Zayed anticipated a pass from Steele and launched a counterattack. Eddy (#73) @eddygold relayed the ball to Daniel (#16) @danielgold-16, whose quick decision-making split the defense with a through ball to Herc (#9) @goldenherc9. Herc surged forward and fired the opening goal past Reyes (#1), Vanguard’s keeper. 1-0, Gold.

Vanguard retaliated with a moment of individual brilliance. Vance (#10), their star forward, dazzled the crowd by weaving through Gold’s defense. His technical dribbles left two defenders in his wake before unleashing a low shot that left Brody (#11) with no chance. 1-1.

The second half began with relentless pressure from Vanguard. Steele and Drayton (#11) attempted to break Gold’s defensive rhythm, but Zayed and Henry (#70) @polo-drone-070 formed an impenetrable backline. In midfield, Eddy and Ambrose (#49) continued to control the game’s tempo, outmaneuvering Vanguard’s calculated plays.

In the 50th minute, Zayed cleared a dangerous cross from Drayton, sparking a counterattack. Herc received the ball and breezed past Lang (#4), Vanguard’s central defender, before slotting it neatly past Reyes. 2-1, Gold.

Vanguard refused to relent. Vance orchestrated another dangerous attack, slipping through two defenders. This time, however, Henry read the play perfectly, executing a clean, game-saving tackle that drew cheers from the crowd.

Minutes later, Vanguard equalized with a lightning-fast play. Steele launched a pinpoint pass to Drayton, who dribbled past Xavier (#39) @polo-drone-039 and made a perfect cross met by Crane (#19), the substitute. His header soared past Brody. 2-2.

Closing Moments: The Final Push

The match hung in the balance until the 75th minute when Ambrose intercepted a pass from Lang and delivered it to Ross (#79). Ross surged down the left flank, outpacing the defense and curling a shot into the top corner. The stadium erupted as the scoreboard flashed. 3-2, Gold.

Ezan (#1) nearly added another with a powerful shot from the edge of the box. Reyes, however, made an extraordinary save, leaping to tip the ball just over the bar, earning admiration even from Gold’s fans.

Gold sealed their victory in the 85th minute. Eddy intercepted a sloppy clearance from Crane and passed to Zayed, who charged forward with unexpected speed. His low cross met Daniel on the edge of the box, and Daniel’s thunderous strike rattled the net. 4-2, Gold.

Post-Match: Celebration of Unity

As the final whistle blew, the Gold Team erupted in celebration. Zayed and Eddy were hoisted onto their teammates’ shoulders, hailed as the match’s architects. Herc and Ross exchanged victorious grins, their contributions decisive in securing the win.

The Vanguard players, despite their individual brilliance, walked off solemnly. Their fragmented focus had been no match for Gold’s cohesion and teamwork. The scoreboard told the story: Gold Team 4, Vanguard 2.

In the stands, Milo and Chevy led the victory parade, with Grayden raising a golden shield to the cheers of the crowd. The night was a triumph not just of skill, but of unity—proving once again that the Gold Team’s strength lay in their bond, a force greater than the sum of their parts.

[polo-drone-125]

Trevor had struggled with belonging all his life. Being a middle child it was hard for him to find his place.

One day while scrolling through tv channels he saw this spiral flashing on tv. Something about it drew him in. He stared blankly for quite a while unaware of the subtle beats in the background slowly changing and taking over his mind. After several hours it finally ended leaving a phone number to call on the screen.

Without thinking he dialed the number listening to it ring for a few moments. Finally someone answered “Programming complete drone online” said Trevor. The person on the other end of the line hung up.

Fifteen minutes later there was a knock at the door. Trevor walked to the door opening and allowing the two drones and Stefan to enter. He stood at attention awaiting whatever came next. Immediately he was ordered to remove all clothing. He complied removing his pants and shirt. PDU-070 handed a rubber shirt and pants with the numbers 125 on the left side.

As he slid on the shirt and pants the transformation was complete. PDU-151 walked over to him sitting him back in front the tv and restarted the spiral. Stefan was the only who could speak. He approached Trevor from behind and said “state your name drone”

Trevor responded immediately “my name is Trevor.” Stefan shook his head leaning closer to him “you are no longer Trevor you are now PDU-125.” Hearing this Trevor now 125 nodded his head in obedience. “Its designation is Polo Drone 125.”

The spiral finished again this time leaving 125 completely reprogrammed. As it stood from the chair it followed Stefan and its drone brothers out the door and into its new life.

Join the Hive

Don’t be scared. It’s better this way. Blank. Obedient. Drone.

@polo-drone-070 @polo-drone-151 @stefan-gold80

@brodygold @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001

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Jock Hypnosis

Reblog if anyone is interested in becoming a dumb muscle jock. It will help us to get in touch with like-minded individuals on Tumblr.

[the-masculine-alpha]

💉 GYM is my fix, MUSCLE is my high 💪🏻

[stefan-gold80]

It's feeling great to announce it made the Golden Army as a defender with #80.

I'd like to thank @brodygold, @goldenherc9 and @polo-drone-001 to recruit and let me be part of this great team!