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[axel-hercules-chase]

Master Midas has graced Spartacus with his presence and has brought Spartacus under his golden control. Behold the beauty of gold that is Master Midas as he rules over us. @polo-drone-149

[polo-drone-070]

The Golden Spiral - Part 1

(A story by @midasslave1 done in collab with @polo-drone-070)

1. The Abduction

In the heart of Paris, the vibrant nightlife pulsed with energy. PDU-070 a young asian polo-drone, was observing the crowd in a nightclub, scanning for potential recruits, in the signature tight black rubber Fred Perry polos of Polo-Drones. PDU-070 felt a sense of belonging and pride as he focused on its mission, the atmosphere electric with excitement. It had managed to lure some interesting recruits that will soon be unable to resist the pull of the rubber polo.

Meanwhile, across the world in New Zealand, 35-year-old Jett, known as Waterboy 05 of the Golden Army, was preparing for a night out on the town. Clad in his shiny Liverpool F.C. football top, he felt a rush of camaraderie from his new association with the amazing online community. The Golden Army was a close-knit group, and Jett cherished the bonds he had formed.

But as the night wore on, a sinister plot was unfolding. In Paris, as PDU-070 stepped out of the nightclub, he noticed a dark van idling at the curb, its windows tinted and unmarked. A chill ran down his spine, but he brushed it off, attributing it to the late hour. Just as he turned to head home, two figures wearing full body metallic gold latex suits emerged from the shadows, their movements swift and calculated. Before he could react, they grabbed him, covering his mouth with a cloth soaked in chloroform. Once subdued but not unconscious he was fitted with a VR headset with MIDAS written on the front over his eyes. The world around him faded into darkness as he struggled against their grip and placed into the van.

Simultaneously, in New Zealand, Jett just getting home, stepped out of his car in his driveway when he heard a loud crash on the roadside. Curious, he left the safety of his premises only to be met by a dark van. The gold latex figures lunged at him, overpowering him before he could call for help. A cloth was pressed against his face, and he too succumbed to the sweet, suffocating scent of chloroform, when he was placed in the back of the van and was also fitted with a VR headset over his eyes.

2. The Glass Room

When PDU-070 and Jett awoke ,they found themselves in a stark, sterile glass room, disoriented and confused.

The walls shimmered with an unsettling golden hue, and they quickly realized they were locked with someone they didn't recognise to golden chairs by metal cuffs and leather harnesses. And now wearing a thick metallic gold collar around their throats.

Panic surged through them as they struggled against their restraints, but the more they fought, the more they felt the cold grip of fear tightening around them.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the room, smooth and commanding. “Welcome, gentlemen. You are now part of Midas Enterprises. We have plans for you.” The voice belonged to a figure shrouded in shadows, their intentions cloaked in mystery.

New golden VR headset were placed over their eyes and the screens came to life, golden spirals began to swirl before their eyes, mesmerizing them.

The spirals pulsed with an otherworldly energy, drawing them deeper into a trance. They inhaled and exhaled a strange golden smoke that filled the room, its effects creeping into their minds like a fog. 

The kidnappers explained their sinister plan to them for no particular reason but to gloat. They intend to infiltrate the Polo-Drones and the Golden Army, claiming their many members around the world to build a world-dominating force.

3. The Transformation

Days passed in a blur as PDU-070 and Jett were subjected to relentless brainwashing. They were fed misinformation about the Golden Army they both belonged to, though in different group, their loyalties twisted into obedience to Midas Enterprises. Hidden triggers were embedded deep within their minds, waiting for the right moment to activate. The golden smoke clouded their thoughts and coated the inside of their body and they began to lose sight of their true selves.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they were released back into their respective countries, their memories hazy and fragmented. They returned to their lives, unaware of the dark programming that had taken root within them.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

To join the Gold Army, contact one of our recruiters @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

[midasslave1]

The brothers Midas are excited to announce a real amazing new time travel destination and era.....

SPAINISH INQUISITORS INTERACTION

Travel back to 1488 Southern Spain and witness the heinous acts of torture the Inquisition carried out on behalf of King Ferdinand II.

Book your place now to view the countless methods they used molten gold to get the men to give up loved ones or just to punish them for just about any or no reason at all...

[polo-drone-070]

The Golden Spiral - Part 2

(A story by @midasslave1 done in collab with @polo-drone-070)

4. The Call

One fateful day, PDU-070 was seated in a meeting room of the Polo-Drone-Hive, reporting the training updates decided in the latest management meeting. Its role as Head Office Assistant placed it as a key witness for Gold Army strategy and planning. Surrounded by its fellow Polo-Drones, it felt the familiar satisfaction of contributing to the team’s unity and success. The hum of productive conversation filled the room when its phone buzzed softly.

It hesitated before answering. A familiar yet unsettling voice whispered through the line: “GOOD BOYS OBEY MIDAS.”

The words struck like a lightning bolt. Its sharp focus dulled, and glowing golden spirals rippled in its eyes, drool trickling down his chin like molten metal. The sense of purpose it had always drawn from serving the Gold Army twisted into a compulsion to serve Midas instead. PDU-070 rose  its body moving on autopilot. No one in the room noticed its subtle shift as it excused itself and left. 

Thousands of miles away, Jett sat in his bedroom, his Golden Army Zoom call filling the screen. Laughter and camaraderie flowed as his Gold Bros shared updates on their projects. But just as Jett began to share an idea, his phone rang. The number was unlisted, but he did not think much of it. The same phrase echoed in his ear. “GOOD BOYS OBEY MIDAS.”

His body stiffened, the same golden spirals consuming his gaze as gold drool poured from his mouth. His Gold Bros called his name, but Jett barely registered the sound. Slowly, he disconnected the call, his movements no longer his own.

The triggers implanted during their captivity had been activated. PDU-070 and Jett were no longer free; they were puppets of Midas Enterprises.

5. The Mission

Under Midas Enterprises’ control, PDU-070 and Jett began their missions. PDU-070, deeply integrated into the Gold Army’s management as an assistant, quietly gathered sensitive information. Membership lists, team schedules, and recruitment data were extracted with precision and sent to Midas. Its fellow Polo-Drones noticed no change, mistaking its heightened focus as dedication.

Jett operated in a different sphere, closer to the non-converted players. His friendly reputation allowed him to access informal gatherings and hear unguarded discussions. Slowly, he began piecing together details about upcoming strategies and players who were considering joining the Polo-Drone Hive. These details were also fed back to Midas.

Despite their obedience, moments of clarity flickered. PDU-070, reviewing files in the Polo-Drone Hive, felt an unexpected surge of pride in the Hive’s unity. For a fleeting moment, it remembered why it had embraced the rubber polo and the Golden Army’s values. The thought was quickly smothered by the golden spirals.

Sitting at his desk, moments after sending the classified documents Midas had demanded, Jett felt his mind waging war against itself. The loyalty, the rush of camaraderie he felt with his Golden brothers—it was priceless. Every conversation, every shared moment reinforced the bond he had once cherished. But the programming from Midas smothered that warmth as quickly as it surfaced, dragging him back into the obedient fog of servitude.

For both, the conflict was subtle but relentless. The Golden Army’s values—supporting your team, trusting your brothers—were deeply ingrained. Each lie, every hidden action, chipped away at the golden fog clouding their minds. They felt something was wrong, but the golden haze was relentless. Their mission for Midas Enterprises continued, though cracks in their obedience were beginning to form.

6. The Awakening

PDU-070 sat in the Hive’s office, reviewing files it had compiled for Midas. The task felt efficient, orderly—things a Polo-Drone should value—but a nagging thought surfaced: What would my fellow drones say if they knew? The idea was unbearable. Unity and openness were the Hive’s core values, and PDU-070 had always believed that the team was strongest when every drone supported each other. The thought sparked a flicker of resistance.

In his own home, Jett was scrolling through a group chat with his Gold Bros. Photos of a recent match brought a lump to his throat. He had been part of the team that day, cheering on his friends, but now he felt like an outsider. The guilt gnawed at him—he was betraying the trust of the very people who had welcomed him so fully.

The breakthrough came as PDU-070 prepared to transmit critical information to Midas Enterprises through encrypted channels. Reviewing the data, a deep unease bubbled to the surface. As its fingers pressed the enter key, a sharp pang of guilt struck. The golden spirals in its eyes flickered, struggling against the memory of the Hive’s mantra: Commit to team. One Mind. Hive mind. The screen blinked back: Good work, boy. Proceed to Midas HQ for processing level 2. But PDU-070 kept repeating the mantra, fighting to hold onto its true programming.

Jett experienced a similar moment of clarity during a quiet evening. While reviewing member logs, he found a photo of his Gold Bros celebrating after a big victory. The sight triggered a wave of nostalgia and a fierce longing for the camaraderie he once felt. Tears welled in his eyes, golden spirals shimmering faintly before fading.

With tremendous effort, they both broke free from the golden haze. Memories rushed back, and the sinister grip of Midas Enterprises began to crumble. Though shaken and disoriented, they realized the full extent of what had been done to them. Their identities were still intact, but the fight was far from over.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

To join the Gold Army, contact one of our recruiters @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

[polo-drone-070]

The Golden Spiral - Part 3

(A story by @midasslave1 done in collab with @polo-drone-070) Part 1 | Part 2

7. The Resistance

PDU-070 stared at the message blinking on its screen.

Good work, boy. Proceed to Midas HQ for processing level 2.

A command. A summons. A death sentence for whatever remained of its true self.

It had fought hard to claw back its mind, to push through the golden haze and remember who it was. The Gold Army. The Polo-Drone Hive. Master Percival. The name alone steadied it, a weight anchoring it back to reality. It had once been bound by a collar, a symbol of its devotion, a mark that sealed its loyalty to its Master, to the Gold Team, to the Collective. That bond had been absolute. Unshakable.

Until Midas corrupted it.

Now, it wasn’t sure if that bond still held. The golden chains of Midas’s programming had wrapped around its mind, warping its purpose, making it act against its brothers. It had betrayed them without even knowing. The shame burned deep. It wanted to go to Percival, to beg for guidance, for help. But how could it? How could it face its Master after what it had done?

It hesitated, but time was running out. If it didn’t report to Midas HQ, they would suspect something. But if it went in alone, it might never return.

The sound of a message notification pulled it from its spiral of doubt. Jett.

The words were casual, nothing out of the ordinary. But there was something beneath them. A test. A question neither of them could ask outright.

Carefully, deliberately, PDU-070 replied, matching the tone, waiting. The next message came. Then another. With every exchange, the truth became clear.

Jett had broken free too.

For the first time, PDU-070 allowed itself a flicker of hope.

They spoke cautiously, knowing Midas could be watching, but the understanding between them solidified. They were both out. They both remembered. And they were both in danger.

PDU-070 revealed the message it had received. Jett was silent for a long moment before responding.

"If you go, we need a way to get you back."

They couldn't do this alone.

Jett reached out to Leander—PDU-088—a Polo-Drone known for his sharp instincts, someone he could trust to have his back. PDU-070, still reluctant to involve Percival, turned instead to PDU-110, a fellow drone known for his resilience against outside influence.

Together, they formed a plan. PDU-070 would go to Midas HQ, playing the obedient drone to avoid suspicion. The others would infiltrate from another angle, looking for vulnerabilities, gathering intel, and preparing a failsafe. They placed a tracker beneath PDU-070’s skin, ensuring they could follow his movements. As an extra precaution, they embedded a hypnotic trigger deep in his mind, something only Jett or Leander could activate if things went wrong.

Still, doubt gnawed at PDU-070. It had fought free once. But if Midas pulled it back under…

Jett placed a hand on his shoulder, steady, grounding. “We won’t let that happen.”

PDU-070 nodded. Tomorrow, it would walk into the heart of Midas Enterprises. And it could only pray it would still be itself when it came back.

8. Processing Level 2

PDU-070 stepped through the golden entrance of Midas Enterprises HQ. Its movements were precise, controlled. The golden spirals no longer shone in its eyes, but their ghost still lingered at the edges of its mind, waiting to be reignited.

A group of figures stood in the lobby, identical in form, clad in full-body metallic gold latex suits. Their reflective visors obscured their faces, rendering them indistinguishable. There was no way to tell if one of them had been in Paris, if one of them had been the first to seize him. It didn’t matter.

One of them nodded slightly.

“You’re right on time. Follow.”

No names. No explanations. Just an expectation of obedience.

PDU-070 obeyed.

They moved through the gleaming corridors, the walls pulsing with an unnatural golden hue. The air was thick, synthetic—too perfect, too controlled. Each step pulled PDU-070 further from its past. The Polo-Drone Hive. The Gold Army. Master Percival.

The bond that had once been unshakable now felt like a distant echo. A memory slipping from its grasp.

Finally, they arrived.

The glass doors slid open, revealing a familiar room.

The same one where it had first been broken.

Not showing his hesitation, PDU-070 stepped inside.

The golden chair awaited him.

He sat. The restraints snapped shut.

Thick cuffs bound his wrists. A gleaming collar locked around his throat, heavier than the one he deep inside him binding him to Master Percival.

That collar was a mark of devotion, of service to something greater.

This was a shackle.

From above, a nozzle descended, gold liquid trembling at its tip.

A voice, smooth and absolute, filled the room.

"Good boy. It’s time to go deeper."

The first drop landed on his scalp.

Then another.

Then another.

Warm. Thick. Seeping through his smooth, bare skin.

He clenched his fists, mind screaming to hold on. Jett, Leander, and PDU-110 had prepared failsafes. They had ensured there was a way back.

But none of them had anticipated this.

The liquid spread, coating his head entirely, soaking into his very brain.

His vision blurred.

His breathing slowed.

The spirals flickered in his eyes—weak at first, then steady.

The gold melted through his mind, wrapping around every thought, dissolving them.

The Polo-Drone Hive.

The Gold Army.

Master Percival.

For a moment, he fought.

Then the warmth consumed him.

The collar tightened. The liquid poured faster, drowning his senses, smothering his identity.

His body relaxed completely, golden drool slipping from his parted lips.

There was no fear.

No hesitation.

No PDU-070.

Only Midas.

The voice in the speakers spoke again, no longer a command, but truth.

“Find Herc. Bring him to us.”

PDU-070 obeyed.

9. Infiltration

Elsewhere in HQ…

Jett, Leander, and PDU-110 moved swiftly, weaving through the corridors, slipping past security. The facility was massive, but their stolen credentials still held. For now.

They reached the central data hub, a vast space filled with glowing monitors displaying fragments of Midas Enterprises’ control network.

PDU-110 scanned the data. “They’re expanding fast. If we don’t stop this, the Gold Army won’t exist as we know it.”

Leander’s gaze flicked through the conversion schedules, breath hitching. “This isn’t just about Polo-Drones. They’re taking everyone.”

But Jett wasn’t listening.

His attention was locked on one screen.

The tracker.

PDU-070 had stopped moving.

His stomach twisted. They were too late.

Then, something else flashed on a nearby console—something far more important.

A control system.

Jett frowned, fingers flying over the keyboard. Most of it was locked, but what he could access painted a clear picture. Midas’s agents—every drone, every operative, every soldier converted here—was receiving instructions from a centralized system.

Commands weren’t just programmed once. They were continuously reinforced.

“Wait…” Jett muttered. “They’re not independent. They’re running off centralized directives.”

Leander turned sharply. “Are you saying they can be overridden?”

“I don’t know,” Jett admitted. “But if we can take this down, we might be able to sever their link to Midas.”

Before they could dig deeper, an alert flashed across the screen.

NEW TARGET IDENTIFIED: HERC. AGENT SENT FOR CONVERSION.

Jett’s breath came fast and sharp.

Midas wasn’t just after mid level Polo-Drones anymore.

They were coming for the Captain of the Gold Army.

And the one being sent to bring him in…

was PDU-070.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

To join the Gold Army, contact one of our recruiters @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

[polo-drone-070]

The Golden Spiral - Part 4

(A story collab with @midasslave1) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Chapter 9: System Failsafe

The alert was still flashing on the monitor.

NEW TARGET IDENTIFIED: HERC. AGENT SENT FOR CONVERSION.

Jett’s blood ran cold.

“They’re sending 070 after him,” he breathed, horror creeping into his voice.

Leander backed away from the monitor. “We need to move. Now.”

But the low hum of approaching footsteps echoed down the corridor. Dozens of Midas guards in gold latex, their visors blank and glowing. One wrong move, and they’d be swarmed.

Jett was still typing furiously, trying to bypass the firewall. “I just need more time—”

“We don’t have time!” Leander snapped. He looked to PDU-110, who stood near the main circuit panel.

“I’m trying to find an override, but everything’s triple-locked. Their tech is—”

Leander didn’t wait. He stormed over to the wall, ripped open the panel, and stared at the tangle of glowing wires for only a moment before yanking out a full handful.

A flash. Sparks.

The lights went out.

Then… silence.

Only emergency lighting remained, casting the room in eerie red shadows. For a second, they held their breath.

Then the monitors rebooted. Static gave way to flickering images: Midas drones across the facility frozen mid-action, stumbling, confused. A reception worker slowly took off his visor, his face blank.

Jett spun to Leander. “How did you know that would work?”

“I didn’t,” Leander said, brushing sparks off his gloves. “I just wanted to kill the lights so we could run.”

Before Jett could reply, a new signal beeped on PDU-110’s tracker.

“PDU-070,” he said, eyes narrowing. “He’s… still. Not moving. We need to go. Now.”

Chapter 10: Reclamation

They sprinted down the hall, past guards doubled over, their golden programming short-circuiting without the main feed. The facility had become a maze of collapsed protocol—security drones spinning in circles, doors stuck open, system alerts blaring.

And then they found him.

PDU-070 stood at the exit of a processing chamber, bathed in golden light. His posture was perfect, his body now fully encased in in the metallic gold suit of midas drone.

“070!” Jett called, stepping forward.

No response. They removed the helmet and collar. His eyes were vacant, spirals flickering faintly but unfocused.

“He’s disconnected from the hive,” PDU-110 whispered. “No new input. He’s… waiting.”

Jett stepped closer, hesitating only for a second. “We’re here, brother,” he said softly. “The mission’s over. You’re safe.”

Still nothing.

Leander produced the device to disconnect 070 from the clutches of Midas, the embedded failsafe trigger planted inside him. 

He passed it over to Jett.  “Are you sure?” Jett asked.

“He trusted us to bring him back.”

Jett nodded.

He leaned in close to 070, thumb hovering over the trigger, then whispered: “For the Hive. For Percival.”

He pressed the button.

A jolt rippled through 070’s frame.

His eyes fluttered. The spirals blinked and stuttered. Then—

A breath. Shaky. Human.

070 blinked. His lips parted.

“Jett?” he whispered.

Jett smiled. “Welcome back.”

Chapter 11: Unity Reforged

They escaped the facility with 070 in tow, moving through corridors littered with gold-suited Polo-Drones and Golden Army members—receptionists, assistants, players—all blanked, dazed, stripped of self.

Some recognized them. Others just stared, fog lifting from their eyes.

Outside, a transport waited, previously rigged by PDU-110. They climbed aboard, loading as many as they could: PDU-050, 011, even 017—old comrades, faces warped by gold, but still salvageable.

As they pulled away from the crumbling facility, a transmission blared from the speakers overhead.

“This is not over,” came the smooth, calculated voice of the Midas Brothers. “You may have delayed our ascent… but we will rise again. Stronger. Smarter.”

The screen inside the transport flickered to life.

Two men in tailored gold suits sat at a conference table. Behind them, a glowing blueprint of the Midas Complex, and in the center, one file opened in shimmering gold:

“PROJECT: MIDAS ADVENTURE TIME TRAVEL.”

They smiled.

Fade to black.

Epilogue: The Legacy of Gold

Weeks later, at the newly restored Gold Team HQ, a celebration was held.

Polo-Drones stood in perfect form, black and gold rubber gleaming. Golden Army players filled the room, jerseys shining bright. For the first time in months, there was balance. Unity.

PDU-070 and Jett stood before the crowd, side by side. Scars visible, but healing.

Jett spoke first. “We were compromised. We were turned against what we believed in.”

“But we came back,” 070 added, his voice steady. “Because this—” he gestured to the room “—is stronger than anything Midas can build.”

There was applause. Cheers. Relief.

Some drones still blinked through haze. Some Gold Bros still wrestled with doubt. But now, they would rebuild. Together.

And somewhere in the shadows… time rippled.

The spiral never truly ends.

To join the Gold Army, contact one of our recruiters @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

[midasslave1]

He didnt know it yet but his day with MIDAS has only just begun, while his first golden coating hardens and seals him inside the hypnotic state he is on thanks to the spirals bombarding his eyes and mind and the suggestions in his ears, there is no will power or reason to just relax, be a good boy and OBEY MIDAS, he will be transfered to the beauty spa and given a complimentary full service. After he is done and feeling 24k , he will live out the rest of his existence in the Mannequin department. Hopefully in full, not a bust. That process isnt fun.

Join the Gold Team today and become part of the best team in theworld by contacting @goldenherc9 @brodygold @polo-drone-001 for your Brocess

[midasslave1]

MIDAS ENTERPRISES

Are pleased to announce their newest and world changing venture in 2024 or anytime........

The amazing MIDAS family have achieved the improbable and developed the technology to travel back to any point of history we have chosen and remarkably met and negotiated with historical figures themselves to ensure you get your moneys worth, you may never want to come back.

Choose to travel back to civilizations that first discovered the alluring effect gold has and what kind of impact in the future as we know it.

CHOOSE FROM THE FOLLOWING TRAVEL DESTINATIONS AND TIME

ANCIENT EGYPTIAN GETAWAY

We have 3 fantastic experiences at the birthplace of mankinds fascination with this amazing hunk of metal for you to choose.

Meet Cleopatra herself - Her beauty will leave you literally breathless

Spend the day with a sexy Pharoah and despite never being lonely in bed , will dedicate the whole day to you and maybe hes after a soul partner.

Be close up and personal and witness the fine detail the mighty jackal god of the afterlife Anubis go through a mock weighing of the heart vs feather test.

ANCIENT ROMAN EXPERIENCE

Visit Neros Goldenhouse - where you will be showered with attention.

Or choose to dine with Nero and his senators where you be the guest of honour and the centre of attention.

Become a gladiator for the day and meet the mighty Julius Caesar ,be his champion in the arena.

SPARTAN ARMY SPECTACULAR

Become Spartacus and lead the mighty spartan army into battle, feel the excitement of wearing his golden battle armour.

RASPUTIN RUSSIAN RENDEZVOUS

Travel back to pre-revolution Russia and learn and witness the "mad monk " Rasputins mind control on a volunteer for your amusement. Maybe he will include you also.

AZTEC ALTAR ADVENTURE

Admire the ancient and sacred tradition of a golden sacrifice to their gods

Or...

Immerse yourself in the golden pool of sacrifice that the Aztecs use to dunk the chosen sacrifical adult male in bubbling liquid gold to appease the gods for the coming of the sun period.

MAGNIFICENT MAYAN MOMENTS

Feel the dark atmosphere and splendour of the golden mask as the Mayan priests seal a sacrifice into the mask with molten liquid gold. Maybe they will let you feel the weight of the mask and be part of rhis magical but eerie ritual.

MANY MORE TIME LOCATIONS WILL

BE ANNOUNCED AS WE NEGOTIATE.

suggestions are being taken ... must obviously be gold related and the theme of the travel is to experience the mystique and wonder of the time period and environment you find yourself in.

We hope to see you sign up real soon...

This is a once in a lifetime chance you just cant miss....

Stay for the time travel itself is limited to 24 hours... We cant guarantee your 100% safety ,this being a travel at your own risk due to the reallife dangers you may encounter.

MIDAS TRAVEL INSURANCE IS AVAILABLE and will ease of doubts and stresses of injuries or worse.

CALL NOW 1800 6239-64327

thats 1800 OBEY MIDAS

Good boi OBEY MIDAS

sign up now OBEY MIDAS

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