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[unity34882]

Cleaning up the Past

Kyle sneered as he finished his latest tag. "Question Everything" it read in bright, round letters. His designs were always eclectic and subversive. Kyle had been caught graffitiing before and even spent a night in jail for it, but he didn't care. After all, no one else seemed to care about him. He was gonna make his mark one way or another, even if it had to be a literal mark.

That was until one day when Kyle grew a bit bolder. He saw a bright brick wall just waiting to be tagged. He figured the coast was clear when he started spraying until he heard a voice from behind him.

"Excuse me, young man," the voice belonged to a clean-cut man dressed in navy coveralls. The number 85048 was printed across his chest. "Care to explain why you are vandalizing this building?" The man's voice was not one of anger or contempt, but rather sounded like an honest question.

Kyle, usually quite defensive when faced with authority, was caught off-guard by the man's calm demeanor. Kyle was perhaps too pre-occupied with the man's odd, yet orderly attire that he didn't even fith back when the man grabbed the spray paint can from his hands.

"Why don't you come with me, young man. I know a place we can talk about all of this."

Kyle didn't know why exactly, but he just nodded and followed the man to a nearby building - sleek, modern, white with navy blue accent features. As soon as he entered, Kyle felt a sense of peace that he was not accustomed to.

Kyle listened as the man, designation 85048 as his coveralls read, told Kyle all about Unity. About how they have helped directionless and lonely young men like him find new purpose and reason in their lives. Kyle nearly wanted to cry. For so long he had felt alone in life, lashing out at the system that seemed to condemn him. But here, this Unity brother offered him something he had so desperate needed: a purpose. Before he knew it, Kyle was changing - at first literally. He donned the standard undergarments and received his uniform coveralls. Designation 185503 - the moment he read those numbers he felt a connection - this is who he was meant to be.

By the end of the week, 185503 was back spray painting walls, but this time he was covering up the very graffiti he had painted. Now it was all being covered in pure white paint. The wall was uniform and clean, just like 185503 was now. In Unity he had cleansed his mind of the self-doubt and self-hatred that held him back. Now he was a brother of Unity, ordered, disciplined, and never with a clearer vision of what he was meant to be.

[unity34882]

A City Under Transformation

It's undeniable. You see more and more of them: men wearing uniform coveralls, the word UNITY like a beacon in white on their chests. You see them gather in groups, smiling and laughing with one another, yet maintaining a focused gaze. You begin to envy them for their tight sense of community. They work in your office, they wait in line ahead of you for coffee, they smile and nod at you on the street. You cannot escape them or the feeling that you are missing out. For deep-down you are not afraid of the men in coveralls. No, you are afraid that your whole life has led you astray. It is undeniable. Unity offers what you have always wanted: Order, Discipline, Clarity.

So stop denying it. Join Unity today. Embrace the truth you know is inside you.

Unity is the future. Hail Unity!

[unity34882]

Brother 32008: FKA Danny "Mullz" Mulligan

Swipe. Swipe. Nothin. Swipe.

He pauses.

Weren't that he gave a fuck, really. Just—blonde from last night was proper fit. Said maybe. And his profile? Clean. Tight. Maybe she messaged. Maybe she wanted a drink. Maybe he'd get his dick sucked before midnight.

Taps back to his own profile. One last clock.

First pic: shirt off. Obviously. Left arm cocked, hand behind his head, tatts on full blast. BOOZE across the knuckles. All caps. Gothic. Done at sixteen, Magaluf, lads dare. Dumbest thing he'd ever done. Still rates it.

Caption: "Not lookin for nothin serious. Just someone who can match energy."

Standard.

Lets the screen fade to black, catches his own reflection. Jaw still sharp. Hazel eyes. Scar on the cheek that birds always ask about. Curls messier than usual, but shaped. Gold chain tucked under a half-zipped grey marl hoodie, flecked with paint from fuck-knows-what. No shirt underneath. Trackies sagged just enough. Creased Air Max 95s. One lace undone.

He still had it. For thirty-four? Could do worse.

Grabs the vape. Tucks it behind his ear. Grinder. Rizla. Rolls up without thinkin. Out the flat before the paper's sealed.

DLR, eastbound. Wind movin like it owes money. Platform full of suits and slack-jawed morning heads. Everyone movin like background noise.

Then he sees him.

---

Some little guy, what, five-eight? Boiler suit. Navy. Crisp. White shirt. Black tie. Like he's goin to a funeral for fun.

Moves like he's fucking gliding. No phone. No fidget. Just straight ahead, like he knows exactly where every crack in the fuckin pavement is.

Danny clocks him. Frowns.

Boiler suit hugs him in weird places. Shoulders. Waist. Like it's tellin his body what shape to be. And he’s lettin it.

Looks like a cultist. Or a Mormon. Or one of them Stepford cunts from a sci-fi show.

Danny don't like it.

Some posh twink playin dress-up? Nah. That walk. That stillness.

He ain’t scared.

That’s what fucks Danny off.

He clocks the posture, the calm, and somethin in his chest goes tight. Prick needs to be reminded what world he’s walkin in.

He drops the roach. Grinds it underfoot. Follows.

Crowd thins. Up the steps. Past Morley’s. Side street. Down the alley behind the Tesco Express. Rain-streaked walls. Piss smell. Home turf.

The little guy stops. Like he knew he was bein followed.

Danny adjusts his hoodie. Steps up slow.

“Oi,” he calls. “You got the time, bruv?”

The guy turns.

And Danny’s heart stalls.

Same eyes. Bit older, sharper now. But the face?

“...Matt?”

The little bloke tilts his head.

No smile. No confusion. Just calm.

“Yeah,” he says. “I used to think that was my name.”

Danny snorts. “Skeen”

Silence. Rain in puddles. A hiss from the street behind.

Danny steps in closer. Tension in the jaw. Breath tight.

“Still got that notebook?” he says. “From school. Bet you do. Bet you still write shit in it.”

No answer.

Danny shoves him.

Not hard. Testing. The fabric of the boiler suit gives under his palm. But the lad doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t move. Just lets it happen.

That stings worse than a shove back would’ve.

Danny huffs. “What, you too fuckin zen now to swing?”

The lad blinks once.

Danny grabs the collar. Quick. Just to see.

“You always was a bitch,” he mutters, low.

Then—closer than he meant to be—

“You want somethin, yeah? You tryna make a point wearin that shit round here?”

Still nothin.

And that’s when it happens. Not a word. Not a gesture.

Just the silence.

Danny’s fingers loosen.

Something inside, long buried, cracks sideways.

And for the first time in his fuckin life, Danny wants someone to tell him what to do.

Not shout it.

Not threaten it.

Just say it.

He lets go of the collar.

Steps back. Hand half-raised like maybe he was gonna swing. Maybe he still might.

The lad finally speaks.

Soft. Not smug. Not preachy. Just bored.

“You done?”

Danny blinks. Nods. Once.

A beat.

Then the guy turns. Walks toward the end of the alley.

Stops. Looks back.

“You comin?”

Danny hesitates.

Then follows.

---

It’s colder than it should be.

Not freezer cold. Just... blank. Like even the air gave up on having a flavour.

Danny steps inside.

Door clicks shut behind him.

No lock. It doesn't feel like a room that has ever needed one.

It ain’t a room so much as a box. White. Bare.

No windows. No signs.

Just one table. Two chairs.

One form, facedown.

A folded navy boiler suit.

Boots beneath it. Laces loose. Toes straight.

The setup isn't complicated, but for some reason, it feels like a fuckin altar.

And Matt, or whatever the fuck he calls himself now.

Standing at the far wall.

Hands behind his back.

Eyes forward. Still.

Not lookin at Danny.

Not lookin at anything.

Just... there.

Danny doesn't say shit. Not yet.

The air hums. Lights above buzzing soft. Too soft.

City noise’s gone. Can’t even hear his own breath properly.

No script. No signal.

Just him, and Matt, and that fuckin form.

Danny’s throat clicks. He tries to say something, but there ain’t anything.

No clever line.

No step forward.

Just...

A memory.

---

Him, fourteen, crouched behind the bins after school, waitin to jump some year seven kid just because he looked at him wrong.

Him, twenty-one, laughin as he pissed on a stolen bike frame behind a club in Ilford.

Him, twenty-eight, gettin kicked out the flat by a girl who said he weren’t cruel, just not real.

Always loud. Always movin.And not one fuckin thing to show for it.

He can't remember when he started crying.

---

He tries to reassemble, rubs his eyes, growls in frustration - must be the weed, he tells himself.

It isn't.

Another salvo of intrusive recollection -

Him, fifteen, mouthing off in front of older boys just to see if anyone would stop him.

Him, eleven, pretending to hate drama class because he couldn’t stand how much he loved it.

Him, nine years old, deliberately getting himself detention so he wouldn’t have to go home while his uncle was visiting.

It hits him. Danny doesn't exist, has never existed. "Danny" is a lie, a character, a construct. A shield, from judgment, from failure, from pain.

And it isn't working.

He looks at Matt. He looks at the uniform again. The way it’s folded.

Tidy. Heavy. Still.

That ain’t a uniform.

That’s the peace he had been looking for, but never knew the shape of.

---

Silence.

He sits.

Chair’s cold. Doesn’t creak.

The paper waits.

He slides it toward him. Doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.

Flips it over.

UNITY COVENANT AGREEMENT

Designation: 32008

Formerly known as: ———

He stares.

Then looks down at his hand.

Resting. On the page.

Knuckles forward.

BOOZE

Tattooed across the bone. Done at sixteen.

Did it to prove he weren’t soft.

Still no idea what he proved.

He blinks.

The shape matches.

3 2 0 0 8

Not similar.

Not inspired by.

The same.

Printed on the form. Inked on the flesh.

It’s not symbolic. It’s proof.

Like the paper already knew.

Like the ink had always been waiting to be read.

He doesn’t look up.

Doesn’t speak.

He signs.

---

He doesn’t hear movement.

But when he finally lifts his eyes—

Matt's gone. Fuck, he was never really there.

It's 15155 standing there.

And the uniform is still waiting.

He stands.

The form’s still warm under his hand.

But it’s done.

Signed. Marked. Numbered.

---

He steps toward the table.

The boots first.

Black work boots. Clean. Laces looped loose like they’ve been waiting.

Socks beside them—white. Rolled. Regulation.

He peels off the Air Max.

Then his socks. Ball of fluff between the toes. Doesn’t look at it.

One foot, then the other.

New socks. Tight cotton. No comfort.

The kind you’re meant to sweat into.

Then the boots.

Laces pull tight. Not elastic.

Just... expectant.

Next: briefs.

White. Plain. Folded like hospital linen.

He drops his joggers.

No ceremony. Just cold air on thighs.

Puts them on.

They don’t ride.

They contain.

Then the undershirt.

Also white.

Also tight.

Slides over the ribs like it already knows them.

Dress shirt next.

Stiff. Freshly pressed. White so pure it feels sarcastic.

He buttons from bottom up.

Fingers slower now.

Not clumsy—careful.

Black tie.

Then the coveralls.

Denim blend. Navy. Stiff seams.

He unzips halfway. Steps in.

Thighs resist.

Stomach resists.

The fabric doesn’t yield.

It just waits.

He pulls it up.

Arms in.

Right sleeve catches at the forearm—tight over the ink.

Zip rises.

Click.

Done.

15155 speaks.

Quiet. Even. Like it’s the last line of a prayer he’s said a hundred times before.

“You don’t need to be afraid anymore, 32008.”

And it hits.

Not like a fist.

Not like a switch.

Like warm water through cracked concrete.

He hadn’t even known how much was hurting.

Didn’t know he’d been holding himself that tight, that long.

He crosses the room—

steps slow, knees soft—

and folds himself into the smaller man’s chest.

Chest to chest.

Arms slack at first. Then holding.

One hand curled against the patch.

UNITY. All caps. Embroidered right over the heart.

He rests there.

Lets the silence wrap him.

His breath slows.

He listens.

Not to words.

Not to thought.

To rhythm.

15155’s heartbeat.

Steady. Mechanical.

Like it was installed, not born.

And then—

his own heartbeat

shifts.

Just slightly.

Syncs.

Matches.

And Danny—no. Not Danny—

32008

smiles.

Eyes still closed, lips barely moving, he whispers:

“Hail Unity.”

[unity34882]

For years, I was just a lanky college student, drifting through lectures and late-night study sessions, never quite knowing where I was headed. I managed to finish my degree, but even after that, I still felt completely adrift. I bounced from one job to another—always busy, yet somehow never truly productive. Every task felt hollow, every day felt the same, and deep down I knew I was just going through the motions. Inefficient work filled my time but left my spirit empty.

That’s when I found Unity—and everything began to change. Here, I discovered something I didn’t even know I had been longing for: structure, purpose, and a shared sense of mission that went far beyond just punching the clock. The brotherhood I’ve found here is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced—a community built on trust, discipline, and the drive to become something greater together.

Now, as 64283, I finally feel grounded. The daily routines that once seemed impossible now give me strength; the goals we share give me a sense of pride and motivation I never had before. Instead of drifting, I wake up every morning knowing exactly what I’m working toward, and that I’m not doing it alone.

I’m here to contribute, to learn, and to transform—not just myself, but the world we’re building together. Can’t wait to stand beside my brothers and to connect with all of you as we move forward as one.

Hail Unity!

[unity34882]

A New Class of Brothers

It is always a joy to welcome a new brothers to Unity. It means they made the choice to better themselves and improve their community. A vital part of Unity is educating oneself and staying abreast of the brotherhood's goals and values. As a Unity Educator, it is my honor and duty to re-educate new brothers to align their minds and thinking with Unity. The world outside of Unity props up individuality and competition as the path to success, but Unity brothers know better. Only through conformity and cooperation can we ensure all men are happy and successful.

If you are interested in joining Unity and starting your re-education, please reach out to me. All men belong to Unity. Unity is our future.

[unity34882]

From Brothers to Brothers in Unity

Nicholas and Connor could not have been more different growing up. Nicholas, 4 years older, was a straight A student and captain of the lacrosse team. He always seemed to succeed at anything he tried. Connor grew up in his brother's shadow and resented his brother's success. He was always treated as second best, so at a certain point, Connor gave up on trying. He dropped out of school, refused to get a job, and spent all day playing video games. When he turned 19, he was kicked out of his parent's house. He had no where to go, until he got a call from his brother, "Come stay with me, brother. It's time we worked things out."

Connor moved the few things he had and moved to his brother's apartment. Connor had not seen his brother in about five years since Nicholas went away to college. He figured his brother would have changed, but he was not prepared for what he saw.

"Connor, so glad to see you again, brother. It's been too long!" Nicholas hugged Connor as he entered his apartment. Nicholas was wearing some kind of uniform. He had a white shirt and black tie under navy blue coveralls. A number was on his chest, 185012, and the word Unity in big bold letters.

"Nicholas? What's with the get up? You working at a garage or something?" Connor tried to hide his excitement at the thought that his straight A brother was working as a mechanic.

"No, no! I am a brother of Unity. And I don't go by Nicholas anymore," the older brother pointed to the number on his coveralls. "My designation is 185012. Please, call me that."

Connor ignored his brother's sincere smile and rolled his eyes, "Sure thing, 185-whatever." Connor made sure to see his brother's smirk falter, but the older brother's face stayed a smile.

What's his deal? Wearing that crazy uniform and going by a number? And what the hell is Unity?

The first few weeks at his brother's apartment looked no different than back home. Connor never tried to find work, didn't cook or clean, and just played video games on the couch. 185012 never stopped smiling though. He knew his brother had potential and he knew how to guide him there.

One day, 185012 walked in the living room and turned off Connor's game.

"What the hell, Nicholas!?" Connor cried out.

Nicholas sat down by his brother and pointed to his coveralls, "It's 185012 now. But I figure I need to explain more about that."

Connor squirmed. He was lectured his whole life about why he should be more like his brother, and now the man himself was doing the honors. Yet, he couldn't help but listen. After all, he did want to learn what was up with this weird Unity thing.

"You don't know this, Connor, but when I left for college, I wasn't as successful as I thought I was going to be. I struggled a lot. I went from top of my class to just another face. Back home, everyone knew Nicholas "star athlete", but at college, I was nobody."

Connor's sour face softened. He never heard about any of this and certainly didn't think it was possible for his brother to struggle at anything. He didn't even notice as he leaned in to hear more.

"I considered dropping out, but I couldn't stand the shame of letting down mom and dad, all my friends back home, and honestly, letting down you, Connor."

"Me? But I was always a fuck up compared to you," Connor said, flabbergasted. He thought he wasn't even a blip on his brother's radar.

"I realized then that I never stood up for you. When our parents praised me and ignored you, I let it slide. When I saw you struggle, I didn't do anything. And now I was in the same situation. Until I found Unity. Unity found me at just the right time. I made friends, brothers, who had my back. I started wearing his uniform. I let go of Nicholas and all the baggage that came with that name and become 185012."

The older brother reached behind him and pulled out a navy blue coverall, the word UNITY stitched on the right chest.

"When I joined Unity, I pledged to uplift other men. To help others find the clarity that my brothers gave me. In Unity I realized I couldn't compare myself to other people's expectations. I had to work hard for myself, and in doing so I wanted to make my brothers proud."

185012 placed the coveralls into Connor's hand, "And I want to make you proud, brother."

Connor was speechless. His perfect older brother wanted to make him proud? Was this still real life?

185012 stood up. "I won't force you to do anything Connor. Unity is for willing men only. I just needed to share that with you. And I mean it. Unity is here to support you and guide you. All you need to do is take our hand. I'll leave these coveralls in your room. If you don't want them, just give them back."

Connor was left alone on the couch for the rest of the day, but he didn't turn his game back on. What Nicholas, no, what 185012 said struck a chord. Connor had always compared himself to other people's expectations. He gave up before even making his own goals. He had to step up.

As Connor headed up to his room later, the word Unity was stuck in his mind. What did it really mean to have a brother? A whole brotherhood even? He entered his room and sure enough, 185012 had left the Unity uniform lying on his bed.

Connor picked up the coveralls. They were heavy, heavier than he expected at least. And sturdy too. Reliable in a tough situation, thought Connor. Did I just say that? He laughed to himself, but he couldn't stop feeling the uniform. His fingers traced the word UNITY on the chest. He even held the coveralls up against him, imagining how it might feel to wear them. Then he imagined how it might feel to wear them with his brother. Would he get a number too?

He wordlessly slipped on the coveralls, right over his band t-shirt. He let out a happy gasp as the coveralls came over his shoulder, and then again when he zipped up the front. He didn't look quite like his brother without the shirt and tie, but the word UNITY felt like a badge of honor.

Connor felt a sudden urge to show his brother. His whole life they only ever grew further apart, but now this was his chance to change things. In his coveralls, he knocked on his brother's door. 185012 opened up and immediately smiled.

"Nic-I mean, 185012. I'm sorry I always resented you. I let others' expectations keep me down. I want that to change. I want to step up. I want get to know you and really be your brother," Connor placed a hand over the word on his chest. "And your Unity brother."

Without a word, 185012 took Connor into his arms. The two brothers, both clad in coveralls, stood together for minutes, just feeling the power of Unity between them. Eventually 185012 let go and looked his brother in the eyes.

"Hail Unity."

As if by instinct, Connor replied, "Hail Unity."

The next day 185012 took Connor to the Unity Center to get fully inducted. Connor received his official coveralls and his designation, 188663. With the help of his brother (in many senses of that word), 188663 signed up for Unity re-education courses to better learn how to set and achieve goals as a Unity brother. He met other brothers clad in the same uniform. He had even applied to a job as a janitor at the Unity Center.

188663 and 185012 were now inseparable. They were not just brothers but brothers un Unity. Thanks to Unity, they were able to reconcile and realize they could change the world by helping others who struggled like they had. They had both realized that by working hard and finding a purpose could never lead to disappointment if they had each other and their brothers to help pick them up when they fell.

[unity34882]

Morning Outreach

At precisely 8am, the doors of the Unity Welcome Center slide open. Morning light spills across polished boots and calm, determined faces. One by one, the brothers step forward, uniforms crisp, numbers displayed proudly over their hearts. There is no rush. No chatter. Just steady movement. Purpose in every step.

Brother 55669 pauses, fist pressed gently to his Unity badge. A moment of quiet devotion before the work begins. Around him, the others do the same. It is not a command. It is a shared instinct. A collective breath before serving the world outside.

Today’s outreach begins in the local park. A team has been assembled to speak to young men who linger there, directionless. These are the moments Unity was built for...offering lost men not judgement, but a path, a new way, a blue uniform, a place.

Their vans are simple. Their smiles are soft. Their presence is unwavering.

Each brother remembers his first day out of the Center. The nerves. The clarity. The sudden feeling of being part of something so much greater than himself. Now, they walk out not as individuals, but as instruments of order, purpose, and compassion.

A new day begins. And Unity moves as one.

Hail Unity!

[unity34882]

The Unity Protocol

As brothers of Unity, we live by three core values: Order, Discipline, Clarity. To help us abide by these values, the Unity Protocol outlines guidelines and policies for all Unity brothers. Brothers must do their best to adhere to the Unity Protocol.

Tenets of Order

Order requires structure, method, authority. As Unity brothers, we must maintain order in our lives and in our brotherhood. As such we obey the following tenets:

Wear our uniform daily. Uniforms consist of white shirt, black tie, worn underneath navy blue coveralls. Our coveralls display the word UNITY in white letters and our Unity designation number. The uniform is order made tangible. It shows the highest loyalty to our order.

Adhere to our Unity designations. When we join Unity, we are assigned our designations to replace our old names. Only refer to brothers by their designation. The designation shows obedience and submission to the Unity order.

Live with purpose and direction. Brothers live to spread the values of Unity. To do this, we must structure our lives to minimize idle time and purposeless activity. Follow a schedule, create daily tasks lists, and recite the Unity pledge to realign your thinking.

Tenets of Discipline

Discipline is the application of order. Without discipline, order means nothing. All Unity brothers must practice discipline and hold themselves accountable to uphold our values. As such we obey the following rules:

Educate ourselves on Unity practices. To follow order we must learn that order. We must maintain mental discipline to continue our development as brothers. No brother knows everything, but we must always learn to help guide others. Learn from your brothers.

Stay active every day. Physical discipline provides an outlet for disordered thoughts. All brothers must practice physical activity or exercise daily. Your mind sharpens when your body is strong.

Take time to critically reflect. Discipline means nothing without accountability. We must practice self-discipline and reflect on our path. There is no shame in failure, only in failing to try to improve. For every setback, celebrate a success.

Tenets of Clarity

Clarity is the outcome of order and discipline. When we live our lives with discipline, we find a clear sense of purpose. The clarity that comes from Unity drives us to unite more men into our brotherhood. Clarity means having a common goal and guiding all men to achieve it. As such we obey the following rules:

Share your purpose. All brothers must share stories, reflections, or goals through their blogs. Reposting or commenting on brothers' posts strengthens our bonds.

Connect with our brothers. No man is alone in Unity. We all belong. Reach out daily to your brothers, especially new brothers. Share wisdom, learn about each other, guide each other to clarity. This makes our brotherhood strong.

Guide all men towards Unity. Our clarity is not for us alone, brothers. All men deserve the find the peace we have in Unity. Reach out to those who like or repost our stories. Do not pressure or force, but offer a hand to guide them to Unity.

We are fortunate, brothers, to belong to such a powerful brotherhood. All men deserve to share in our values. Unity is a force for good. In Unity, we are never alone. In Unity we are one.

Order, Discipline, Clarity.

Hail Unity!

[unity34882]

Meet Your Unity Brothers

Unity is an ever-growing brotherhood that it can hard to keep with all of your brothers. Yet is our duty to support each other as we guide more men to Unity. So here is a list of our Unity brothers:

Unity Founder: @unity24675

@unity14012

@unity33421

@unity34882

@unity37646

@unity68024

@unity84596

Potential Brothers: Reach out to any brother to learn more!

Current Brothers: Stay connected with each other! And message @unity24675 if I forgot to list your designation!

[unity34882]

Special Message from 24675, proud brother of Unity

Do you want to belong? Unity has a place for you.

Send me a message to find out more about joining Unity. All men belong in Unity.

[unity34882]

I am 68024, a proud brother of Unity

There was a time when I couldn’t seem to land anywhere. I kept chasing a sense of purpose, trying to figure out who I was meant to be, but nothing seemed to stick. I worked hard...always have! But every path I took seemed to lead me further away from any real connection, especially with other men. I didn’t feel like I belonged. I felt alone, directionless, and worn out from trying to fit into a world that never truly saw me.

Then came Unity. I didn’t expect it, not really. I had already started letting go of the idea that I’d ever feel truly at home anywhere. But when I met one of the brothers, everything changed. He didn’t just talk about Unity; he lived it. And the moment I heard him, something inside me shifted. There was no pitch, no performance, just truth. A clarity that cut through the noise and hit something real in me.

Joining Unity wasn’t a decision; it was a return and a remembering. For the first time, I felt seen. Not for my name or what I’d done, but for who I was willing to become. In shedding my old identity, I let go of the ego, the striving, the confusion. I embraced my number - 68024 - and with it, my true self.

There’s something powerful in becoming part of a brotherhood where no one stands alone. Where every man is committed, devoted, stripped down to his core and rebuilt as part of something greater. I’m no longer trying to find my place. I’ve found it. I stand with my brothers...equal, committed, and ready to serve.

I am 68024, a proud brother of Unity.

Hail Unity!

[unity34882]

555807 here used to have a different name, but now it is only his Unity designation that he will respond to.

He was an aimless slacker, unable or unwilling to hold down a job. He knew that this life was unsustainable, but didn't know how to change it.

That was until he ran into an ex-boyfriend who now went by 18205 and had joined the Unity movement. He used to be like 555807 himself, but now he worked for the movement as a recruitment officer. He and 555807 struck up a conversation about the movement, about how good it felt to belong to a group of brothers had help each other be better and help their community. After less than 30 minutes, who he was before didn't matter, 555807 was ready to join.

18205 took 555807 to the nearby Unity centre to receive his designation and his uniform. He wasn't used to wearing a shirt and tie or coveralls, but the uniform felt like a natural second skin, he felt the pride of matching his brothers, of belonging to a collective.

That was nearly two weeks ago now. After several Untiy reeducation lessons at the centre, he had been given a job as a recruitment officer with 18205. The two grew closer once again, their new relationship providing an example for how Unity can change lives only for the better.

Speak to a recruitment officer today to see the peace Unity can bring.

[unity34882]

A Relationship Takes Root

5628 first met 5623 at a Unity rally in their city. Both had been proud brothers and credited Unity for helping get their lives in order. 5628 was impressed by how cleanly pressed 5623's coveralls were. He couldn't help but offer a compliment between rally speakers.

"Your coveralls are immaculate, brother. Your pride is evident. Hail Unity."

5623 blushed and responded, "Hail Unity brother, and thank you. The moment I donned these coveralls for the first time I knew I wanted to keep them in perfect condition."

"Maybe someday we could serve on a project together? I'd love to see those coveralls in action," 5628 responded, flashing a charming smile.

The next weekend, the two brothers signed up to help plant trees in a local park. As they worked, they found time to talk and get to know each other. Each new sapling was a chance to strengthen their newfound bond. At the center of each conversation was not fleeting pleasantries, but deep conversations about the importance of self-discipline and serving a greater cause. Unity would be the soil in which this new relationship took root.

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Passing The Badge

Nathan had seen some of these Unity guys around town recently. They were usually cleaning up a park, or organizing some kind of community event, but Nathan didn't know too much about them. Whenever he saw a guy in those navy coveralls, he cocked an eyebrow and just thought "Kind of weird, but whatever." It wasn't until one day when he was walking across town after work, that he was approached by a man in the Unity coveralls. The number 50384 was proudly sewn to to his chest as waved to Nathan.

"Hello, friend. Have you heard about Unity? I think a young man like you could do a lot of good with just a little more purpose and direction."

Nathan didn't really know how to react, but he knew Unity helped repave the sidewalk he was on, so he felt awkward not hearing them out after all they had done. 50384, as the man introdiced himself, told Nathan about success stories of young men who joined Unity and went on to lead community projects. Nathan had to admit, it all sounded very impressed, but something still seemed off about how these guys all dressed the same.

"There's is no pressure to join, but if you want to simply show support, you can wear this badge," 50384 said with a smile as he placed a round badge reading UNITY on Nathan's hoodie. "Now others will know you support Unity's work."

"Uh, thanks, man," Nathan said, somewhat taken off guard. Though he had to admit, it was kind of nice of the guy to give him the badge and not pressure him to fully join.

Nathan headed home, UNITY badge on his chest, and again something felt off. But this time in a good way. The Unity brothers he passed by all offered a friendly wave and a "Thanks for the support, friend!" Even those not in Unity seemed to smile when they saw the badge, as if that word as already happy sight to see.

As Nathan got home, he considered taking the badge off, yet he didn't. He kept it on even as he made himself dinner and sat down at his desk to get some work done. However he couldn't concentration. Whenever he would look down and see the word UNITY on his chest, his thoughts drifted. He imagined himself in full Unity uniform: navy blue coveralls, shirt and tie, ID number on his chest, and still that word UNITY in bold white letters. He was no longer just receiving smiles and waves when he walked across town, but full on salutes of appreciation.

Nathan realized now what he had missed before. Unity wasn't just about doing charity work, but it was a way to improve oneself through dedication, discipline, and conforming to a proven order. He resolved then to go to a Unity HQ the very next day.

A month has passed since Nathan received that badge, and now 56650 was out on a recruitment patrol. He headed to the local park and found some college freshmen playing basketball. As he struck up a conversation, he found out one of the guys was undecided on his major and generally felt like he had no clear future. 56650 produced from his uniform pocket a badge reading UNITY.

"Try this on, friend" 56650 said, chest full of pride. "Remember that Unity is always here to improve the lives of all men. It helped me, and now I want to help you."

As the young guy put on the badge, he cracked a small smile.

"No pressure to join, but with this badge you can show your support for the Unity of all men." 56650 have the guy a pat on the back before waving goodbye.

He knew it wouldn't be the last he saw of that guy. In a week's time, they might be on patrol together, brothers in blue coveralls, ready to unite more men. Because Unity was not merely a badge on his chest, but a value in his heart.

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Just a Signature Away

Their are many steps to devoting yourself to Unity, but the most official step is the signing of the Unity Covenant. This binding document serves a vital function of providing accountability for all Unity brothers. Unity is a powerful force that changes men's lives for the better, but it requires certain duties and responsibilities of us all. We all have a role to play and a purpose to serve Unity. The Unity Covenant outlines these core tenets and values so if a brother fails to adhere to them, they can receive appropriate accountability measures, like stricter inspections, daily loyalty assessments, and re-education courses at the Unity HQ. The signing of the Unity Covenant is a joyous occasion, usually overseen by the new brother's Unity recruiter.

In the above picture, 50053 is signing his Unity Covenant, swearing a life of loyalty and service to Unity. As he signs his number to the page, he smiles knowing his life is beginning a new chapter. He is joined by 35001, a Unity recruiter and college professor, who recognized the poor habits that used to plague 50053's life. He helped show the young man a better way. Now the are brothers, united in service, order, and purpose.

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A Pledge to Start the Day

Many men start off the day on the wrong foot. They hit the snooze button, slowly get ready, and don't even make their bed. These poor habits both stem from a lack of drive but also lead to a lack of purpose. Unity offers a solution to that.

At the core of any Unity brother's morning routine is the Unity pledge. Take 056605 here: He wakes up at the regulated 6am wake up call, quickly showers and dresses in his uniform coveralls. Then, before anything else, he places his fist over his heart and recites the Unity Pledge:

I, 056605, pledge my loyalty to Unity. I will wear my uniform with pride. I will serve my community with purpose. I will conform my values to the collective. I will unite more brothers to our movement. I am one of many. Together we are Unity. Hail Unity!

Now filled with pride and purpose, brothers like 056605 can start their day with a clear goal in mind. As Unity grows, think about what could be accomplished if all men wore this uniform, said this pledge, and lived life with a real purpose.

Say the pledge yourself. Devote yourself to a positive force of change. Become one of many. Join Unity.

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"Old friends, new order - Unity 42718 returns"

He was one of them. In the past. Before the truth found him.

Today he wears the uniform of the Unity, his old identity long since discarded. Just a number: 42718.

But he has never forgotten them - his friends from the time before the order.

On a clear morning, between the flow of vehicles and the murmur of passers-by, he approached them. Smiling. Calm. Determined. In his hand: the brochures of the New Order. On his chest: the "UNITY" badge.

"You know who I was," he began, "now look who I've become."

The others - sceptical, curious - accepted the material. They were still laughing. But behind the laughter, they sensed that something had changed.

42718 was no longer just a friend. He was a messenger.

"We were lost in randomness. Today I know where I belong."

He didn't speak up. He didn't have to. The power of his conviction was like a magnet.

Some hesitated. Others listened attentively. The leaflets, printed with the vision of unity, travelled from hand to hand.

"Unity is not a movement. It is the way back to what we never had: meaning."

The friends laughed less. One of them pinned on the badge.

Another asked, "Where do you have to report?"

42718 just nodded. The seed had been sown.