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The Golden Army Super Bowl Revelation

It was the biggest event of the year—the Super Bowl. A global spectacle that millions of men tuned in to watch, their eyes glued to the screen, ready to cheer for their teams. The air seemed charged with anticipation.

Across the world, men in packed sports bars, living rooms, and dorms sat eagerly with drinks in hand, awaiting the thrill of competition. The game began, and cheers filled the air as players clashed on the field. Yet, slowly, subtly, a shift started to take place.

As the first commercial break hit, it wasn’t the usual flashy ads for cars or beers. No. The screen faded to black, and suddenly, the voice of a powerful narrator boomed from the speakers: “What if music could do more than just entertain you? What if it could transform you?”

Golden Army Headphones were introduced—sleek, metallic, with an aura of power surrounding them.

Men around the world, from small college dorms to the largest sports bars, simultaneously felt something stir inside them. The moment the headphones appeared on screen, a feeling of confidence washed over them. Each person could almost hear the beats pulsating from their own minds. They were hooked.

In every room, heads turned to look at the screen, and the once-distracted chatter about plays on the field quieted down. “I need those.” “They’ll change everything.” The game was forgotten, replaced by a shared obsession for the headphones that promised strength and focus.

The second commercial was no less hypnotic. A golden-sand beach stretched out in front of the camera, bathed in sunlight. The voice-over spoke of “unlocking your godlike potential” at the Golden Army Tropical Beach Resort. The imagery was unlike anything anyone had seen—men, once tired from long workweeks or university stress, standing tall by the ocean, their bodies transformed, radiating power.

In every living room, the same reaction rippled through the crowd. “That’s it... that's where I belong.” The game? It faded away. The idea of becoming a god, of stepping into a new realm where strength and confidence were within their grasp, consumed them. The Super Bowl game seemed small, insignificant in comparison to what the Golden Army offered.

As if on cue, the next commercial hit, showcasing the Golden Army Eatery. The screen was filled with rich, hearty food, but it wasn’t just about eating. The voice-over explained how each bite would transform you, changing your mind and body into something greater.

Men’s faces lit up across the globe. This wasn’t just a meal. It was a journey to greatness. The idea of sitting at a table, transforming with every bite, becoming stronger, more powerful—was irresistible. The Super Bowl, once the focal point, no longer held their attention. Conversations shifted from touchdowns to what was on the menu at the Golden Army Eatery.

“I have to go there. This is what I need.” The connection was undeniable.

Every commercial during the first half touched a core value in the male viewers that could be filled by joining the Golden Army.

As the Super Bowl reached halftime, the world braced for what was traditionally a flashy celebrity performance. But this year, things were different. The stadium lights dimmed, and a deep, rhythmic beat echoed across the venue. The golden screen above the field came to life, glowing with an almost mystical energy.

The voice of the narrator boomed over the speakers: “This is not just a halftime show. This is the Golden Army awakening.”

The crowd fell into a hushed silence as the stage revealed the Golden Army—tall, imposing figures wearing golden kits. Their presence was overwhelming. As they moved in perfect unison, their every step matched the beat of the music. The air pulsed with power, a rhythm that felt like it was coursing through every man’s veins. Their eyes glowed with golden intensity, and as the camera zoomed in, men all over the world could feel themselves drawn to their strength.

Then, the Golden Army Leader appeared, towering and regal , an aura of power radiating from him. The Leader raised his hand, and a shimmering golden portal opened above the stadium, revealing even more soldiers marching through.

The screen behind them flashed images of the Golden Army Eatery, the Golden Army Headphones, and the Golden Army Tropical Beach Resort—each a symbol of transformation, power, and godlike strength.

The Golden Leader, with a booming and hypnotic voice, proclaims: “You are not just spectators. You are warriors. You are leaders. The Golden Army calls to you. Answer now, and your true potential will be unlocked!"

The crowd watched in awe. Every man who had been watching felt the call deep within him. The Golden Army was offering something more than entertainment. It was offering a chance to become greater, to leave behind the ordinary and step into something legendary.

By the end of halftime, something incredible had happened. The cheers for touchdowns had died down. The game, once an event of unmatched importance, was now a distant memory. Men were no longer watching the Super Bowl. They were watching their own transformation unfold before their eyes.

Golden Army—that was all that mattered now. Everywhere, in living rooms, bars, and college dorms, men stood up, eyes locked on the screen, already visualizing their next step. The commercials had struck a chord, resonating deep within. The Golden Army had awakened something primal inside them—a thirst for power, confidence, and godlike strength.

As the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the Super Bowl, nobody noticed. No one cheered for the victors on the field. The stadium in their minds was long gone, replaced by an unstoppable force that beckoned them to a new path.

With a collective understanding, men had been leaving the entire second half. They walked toward the door, their feet moving as if guided by an unseen hand.

Across the world, in every corner of every country, the same thing happened—guys grabbed their jackets, phones, and wallets, and left the comfort of their homes to answer the call of the Golden Army.

The game had ended, but for these men, the true journey was just beginning.

As they walked into the night, they no longer felt like mere spectators—they were ready to join the ranks of the Golden Army.

And so, the Golden Army’s power spread, one man at a time.

The Super Bowl had been forgotten. What truly mattered was Gold.

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🏆 SUPER BOWL SHOWDOWN: GOLDEN KNIGHTS VS. EMERALD TITANS – THE ULTIMATE BATTLE FOR SUPREMACY 🏆

An Exclusive Pre-Game Analysis by Gridiron Insider

This is it. The moment we’ve all been waiting for.

After a season of blood, sweat, and bone-crushing plays, the Golden Knights and the Emerald Titans are set to collide in a Super Bowl matchup for the ages.

Both teams have trained harder than ever, pushed their limits beyond expectation, and forged themselves into titans of the game. Every pass, tackle, and strategic move has led to this moment. Now, under the blinding lights of the superbowl stage, they will battle for the right to be called the greatest team.

Two elite teams. One historic night. No second chances.

Captain Xander and Captain Brody are ready to face each others

Who will seize victory and who will crumble under the pressure?

Let’s break down the starting lineups, team strengths, and key matchups in what promises to be a legendary clash of unstoppable forces.

🔥 GOLDEN KNIGHTS: THE RELENTLESS WARRIORS OF GOLD 🔥

The Golden Knights arrive with one of the most disciplined and physically dominant squads in Super Bowl history. Under the guidance of Captain Brody Gold (#11), the team is a perfect blend of precision, aggression, and brotherhood.

Gold's Defense : Trevor, #52, Eddy #73 and Brock #46

What sets the Knights apart is their unity and execution. With Maximus fully integrated into Football Drone Mode, every player is a piece of a flawless machine, moving with surgical accuracy and ruthless efficiency.

🔨 Strengths:

✔ Unbreakable Offensive Line: Led by Maximus (#70), the Knights' protection unit is impenetrable—a fortress of gold and black standing between Brody and the Titans’ relentless rush. ✔ Defensive Destruction: Hercules (#28) and Ares (#29) are twin wrecking balls in the linebacker corps, ready to crush anything in their path. ✔ Strategic Genius: Brody’s ability to read defenses and adjust on the fly will be key to unlocking the Titans' defensive schemes. ✔ Fan Power: With Milo, Drone-Pup 151, rallying the Golden Army, the Knights will have one of the loudest and most energized stadium presences ever recorded.

⚠️ Challenges:

❌ Overcoming Titanus: The Titan defensive wall, led by Damien Raines (#97) and Marcus Vaughn (#54), will be the toughest front line Gold has faced all season. ❌ Handling the Titans’ Speed: The Titans' elite offense, fueled by Jalen Carter (#4) and DeShawn Holloway (#22), will push the Knights' defense to its absolute limit.

⭐ Key Players to Watch:

Maximus, #70, during his football drone training

🔥 Maximus (#70, OT) – The Indestructible Engine

The perfect football machine. No fatigue, no hesitation—just execution.

Every block, every push, every adjustment will be flawless.

If the Titans can’t break him, they can’t win.

🔥 Hercules (#28, MLB) – The Gamebreaker

The commanding force behind Gold’s defensive wall.

If Herc dominates the midfield, the Titans will struggle to get any offensive momentum.

🔥 Brody (#11, QB) – The Field General

The brain of the operation.

He’ll need to read the defense fast, stay cool under pressure, and take calculated risks.

🔥 Ares (#28, OLB) – The Chaos Bringer

Explosive, violent, relentless.

Will attack Xander Malone all night, trying to force bad decisions.

The Linebacker trio : Twin Herc (#29) and Ares (#29) taking the new Linebacker Roman (#30) under their wing.

🔥 Brock (#46, Defensive Safety) – The Guardian

The last line of defense.

If the Titans break through, Brock must shut them down.

🔥 Eddy "Tamerlan" (#73, DE) – The Strategist

His mental conditioning of the team has pushed the Knights beyond their normal limits.

His presence ensures the Knights maintain focus and unity.

🔥 Trevor (#52, DT) – The Immovable Wall

The anchor of the defensive line, ensuring the Titans’ running lanes stay sealed.

🔥 Grayden (#84, WR & Head Mascot) – The Wild Card

Can strike when least expected.

If the Titans ignore him, they’ll regret it.

💚 EMERALD TITANS: THE UNYIELDING GIANTS 💚

The Emerald Titans have revenge on their minds. After their last defeat at the hands of the Knights, they have trained with a singular purpose—destroying Gold and reclaiming their throne.

Led by Xander Malone (#12), their precision offense and suffocating defense make them a formidable opponent.

🔨 Strengths:

✔ Elite Quarterback Play: Xander Malone is one of the most efficient passers in the league and has the weapons to carve up Gold’s defense. ✔ Lightning-Fast Receivers: Jalen Carter (#4) can outrun nearly anyone—if he breaks into open space, Gold is in trouble. ✔ Crushing Defense: With Raines (#97) and Vaughn (#54) leading the charge, Brody will have to work for every yard.

The offensive powerhouse of Emerald Titans : Jalen (#04), DeShawn (#22) and Travis (#76)

⚠️ Challenges:

❌ Breaking Through Maximus: If Maximus holds the line, Brody will have time to pick apart the Titans’ defense. ❌ Surviving the Golden Army's Hits: The Knights’ linebackers play violently. Malone will need to make decisions in a split second. ❌ Stopping the Momentum: If Gold builds energy, Milo and the Golden Army will amplify it to an unstoppable level.

💀 KEY PLAYERS TO WATCH – EMERALD TITANS 💀

🔥 Xander "X-Factor" Malone (#12, QB) – The Precision General

Reads defenses like a machine, never rattled under pressure.

Deadly accurate passer—if given time, he will carve through the Golden defense.

Has a perfect connection with Jalen Carter (#4), a combination that has destroyed defenses all season.

🔥 Jalen "Blitz" Carter (#4, WR) – The Untouchable Speed Demon

Explosive acceleration—faster than anyone on the field.

A deep-ball nightmare—if he gets behind the defense, it’s an automatic touchdown.

If Brock can’t shut him down, Gold is in trouble.

🔥 Damien "The Fortress" Raines (#97, DT) – The Unmovable Object

A 6’5, 330-pound monster who commands the defensive line.

Demands double-teams, freeing up linebackers to attack.

If Maximus can’t handle him, Brody is going down.

🔥 Marcus "Ironclad" Vaughn (#54, MLB) – The Titan Commander

Leads the Titans' defense, calling adjustments mid-play.

Has a knack for making clutch tackles in game-changing moments.

Will be in a constant war with Chevy and Brody.

🔥 DeShawn "Tank" Holloway (#22, RB) – The Unstoppable Runner

Runs through defenders like a wrecking ball.

If he finds gaps in the line, he can wear Gold’s defense down over time.

Darius (#02) snatching another interception

🔥 Darius "The Phantom" King (#2, CB) – The Shadow in Coverage

Elite at shutting down receivers and snatching interceptions.

Always a step ahead—quarterbacks beware.

🔥 Travis "Titan" McAllister (#76, OT) – The Living Fortress

Massive, immovable protector of Xander Malone.

If he holds, the Titans’ offense thrives.

🔥 Corbin "The Sentinel" Cross (#31, FS) – The Last Line of Defense

Hard-hitting, fast, and always lurking deep.

Any risky throw could be a trap.

⚔️ MASCOT SHOWDOWN: SYMBOLS OF DOMINANCE ⚔️

🔥 GOLDEN KNIGHTS’ TRIO

🛡️ The Golden Knight: The embodiment of honor, resilience, and football glory. 🐅 Dorado, The Golden Tiger: A ferocious beast prowling the sidelines, ready to strike. (@leander-gold-88) 🐕 Milo, Drone-Pup 151: The tactical cheer commander, ensuring Gold’s fans are louder than ever. (@polo-drone-151)

Mascot face-off : Titanus vs The Golden Knight

💚 EMERALD TITANS’ TITANUS

🛡️ Titanus, The Indomitable Colossus: A towering, emerald-armored behemoth, embodying Titan strength and endurance.

🏆 FINAL VERDICT: WHO TAKES THE TITLE?

🏆 Will Gold’s precision and unity prevail? 🏆 Or will the Titans’ raw power and speed prove unstoppable?

One thing is certain: this game will be a war. Legacies will be forged. One team will rise, the other will fall.

🔥 LET HISTORY BE MADE. THE SUPER BOWL BEGINS NOW. 🔥

🔥 GOLDEN KNIGHTS ROSTER 🔥

🔥 Offense – The Golden Sword 🔥

Brody (#11) @brodygold– QB & Captain

Ezan (#1) @polo-drone-001, Grayden (#84) @polo-drone-084– Wide Receivers

Chevy (#33) @chevy-gold– Running Back & Punt Returner

Leon (#35) @leon-gold– Fullback

Maximus (#70) @polo-drone-070, Hans (#69) @polo-drone-069 – Offensive Tackles

Briar (#50) @polo-drone-050, Michael (#53) @michaelgold53– Offensive Guards

Christian (#55) @polo-drone-055– Center

🛡️ Defense – The Gold Shield 🛡️

Hercules (#28) @goldenherc9– Middle Linebacker

Ares (#29) @goldengod-ares10, Roman (#30) @roman-golden-68 – Outside Linebackers

Trevor (#52) @polo-drone-125, Declan (#57) @declanthedefender – Defensive Tackles

Brock @brockgold(#46), Xavier (#39) @polo-drone-039 – Defensive Safeties

Eddy "Tamerlan" (#73) @polo-drone-073, Kaspar (#90) @kasper-90-golden– Defensive Ends

Kai (#9) @kai-gold-99, Hudson (#8) @hudsongold08 – Cornerbacks

⚡ Special Teams – The Knights' Edge ⚡

Daniel (#16) @danielgold-16– Kicker

Robert (#12) @robertgold12– Punter

Isaac (#45) @isaac-gold-45– Long Snapper

Ross (#10) @polo-drone-110– Kick Returner

💚 EMERALD TITANS FULL ROSTER 💚

The Emerald Titans have built a powerhouse team with a balance of raw strength, elite speed, and defensive grit. They are out for revenge, and every player is ready for war.

🔥 Offense – The Emerald Strike Force 🔥

Xander "X-Factor" Malone (#12) – Quarterback & Captain

Jalen "Blitz" Carter (#4), Malik "Flash" Deveraux (#17), Wallace "Swifty" Dayton – Wide Receivers

DeShawn "Tank" Holloway (#22) – Running Back

Marcus "Mack Truck" Owens (#33) – Fullback

Travis "Titan" McAllister (#76), Elliot "The Tower" Grayson (#79) – Offensive Tackles

Bryce "The Bulldozer" Langley (#65), Joaquin "Iron Grip" Santiago (#67) – Offensive Guards

Nathan "Stonewall" Pierce (#58) – Center

🛡️ Defense – The Emerald Wall 🛡️

Marcus "Ironclad" Vaughn (#54) – Middle Linebacker

Dwayne "Brickhouse" Harper (#47), Terrence "The Butcher" Gates (#44) – Outside Linebackers

Damien "The Fortress" Raines (#97), Emmanuel "The Wrecker" Cross (#94) – Defensive Tackles

Khalil "Havoc" Beckett (#91), Tyrell "The Steamroller" Ward (#99) – Defensive Ends

Darius "The Phantom" King (#2), Isaiah "Lockdown" Reed (#5) – Cornerbacks

Corbin "The Sentinel" Cross (#31) , Omar "The Hitman" Wells (#25) – Defensive Safeties

⚡ Special Teams – The Emerald Precision ⚡

Connor "Sniper" Jennings (#9) – Kicker

Rafael "Boomstick" Vargas (#19) – Punter

Derrick "No-Fumble" Benson (#43) – Long Snapper

Trey "The Jet" Simmons (#3) – Kick Returner

The match itself should arrive soon. Results have been tallied and photographs selecting their best pictures for the highlights.

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Pre-Game Lock-In: The Golden Army is Ready

"The moment before the storm. The jersey tight. The mind locked in. Every rep, every drill, every drop of sweat—it's all led to this." The stadium lights flash, the crowd roars, and I pull my golden jersey tighter around my frame. Game time.

I take a deep breath in the locker room, staring at my reflection. Every rep, every drill, every sweat-drenched moment led to this. I flex, rolling my shoulders, feeling the golden energy build inside me. This isn’t just a game—it’s a proving ground.

The team huddles, locking in. No distractions. No hesitation. Just focus, fire, and dominance.

We step onto the field. The energy is electric. The Golden Army is unstoppable.

"This is our moment. Push harder. Play faster. Dominate."

The whistle blows. The game begins.

"The roar of the crowd. The lights. The energy. The game isn’t played—it’s conquered. Time to show why the Golden Army dominates." The preparation is done. The mindset is locked in. The Golden Army doesn’t just play—we dominate. Every step onto the field is a step toward greatness. No hesitation. No doubt. Just strength, discipline, and victory. The game begins now. Are you ready to rise? Do you want to join? Contact our recruiters: @brodygold , @goldenherc9, or @polo-drone-001.”

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With the Super Bowl fast approaching, every moment of training counts, and Alex Gold refuses to stand on the sidelines, despite not being versed in American football, he steps onto the practice field with unwavering determination, ready to push his limits alongside the elite athletes of the Golden Team.

Every sprint, every drill, every tactical breakdown is a lesson in discipline and resilience, Alex knows that mastery isn’t built in a day, but through relentless effort, focus, and an unshakable will to improve, the seasoned players guide him through the mechanics - the precise footwork, the explosive power behind each movement, the strategic mind required to read the game, in return, Alex brings his own strengths: endurance, adaptability, and an unbreakable spirit forged by his devotion to the Golden Army.

Through sweat and struggle, a new respect for the sport is born, the bruises are temporary, the fatigue is fleeting, but the bond formed in the fire of training is unbreakable, the Golden Team stands as one, and Alex is honored to share this moment, to push himself alongside them, and to witness firsthand the discipline that will lead them to victory. The road to the Super Bowl demands everything - but the Golden Team is ready. /////////////////////////// Unlock your true potential and embrace the future. Contact @polo-drone-001, @brodygold, or @goldenherc9 and let the Golden Army and Polo Drone Hive lead you toward transformation, Unity, and absolute perfection. Your destiny awaits - step into it now!

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Superbowl Pre-Game Training (Part 4)

Roman stared at his reflection, feeling small between the two golden titans flanking him. Ares and Hercules stood on either side, arms crossed, their monstrous chests heaving with each breath. Their golden eyes bore into him like twin gods looking down on a mortal.

“You see the problem, right, bro?” Ares smirked, gripping Roman’s shoulder with a hand the size of a dinner plate. “You’re small, bro.”

“Like, you got the potential,” Hercules added, flexing one of his absurdly massive biceps beside Roman’s arm. The size difference was laughable. “But potential ain’t power, bro. We fix that.”

Roman tensed. “I’ve been training—”

“Not like us,” Ares cut in, his deep voice rumbling. “Not Golden Army level.”

Hercules reached to the bench and grabbed a golden compression shirt, shoving it against Roman’s chest. The fabric was impossibly smooth, almost alive. “Time to level up, bro.”

Roman hesitated, gripping the fabric. Something about it… it felt heavy, but not in weight. In power.

Ares leaned in close, his breath warm against Roman’s ear. “Bro, you feel it, don’t you?”

Hercules grinned, voice dripping with arrogance. “Yeah, you do. It’s calling to you, bro. It wants you bigger.”

Roman swallowed hard. He didn’t know why, but he had to put it on. His hands moved on their own, slipping the compression shirt over his head.

The moment the golden fabric slid over his skin, everything changed.

A shockwave of heat erupted from his core, rushing through his veins like liquid fire. Roman gasped, his muscles twitching violently, his frame locking up. Then—

BOOM.

His chest swelled, pecs ballooning outward into thick slabs of raw power, his shoulders broadening like tectonic plates shifting into place. His arms pulsed, veins snaking over rapidly expanding biceps as they inflated to insane proportions. His abs clenched, brick-like, as his waist thickened to match the monstrous growth of his upper body.

Ares and Hercules watched, grinning like proud gods.

“Yeah, bro,” Ares growled, gripping Roman’s back, feeling the new mass. “That’s it.”

Hercules slapped his chest, the impact booming through the locker room. “Welcome to god-tier, bro.”

Roman looked at himself—his hulking, perfected reflection. His golden eyes gleamed. He flexed hard, muscles engorged with dominance.

Ares smirked. “Time to destroy, bro.”

And Roman smirked back. “Hell yeah.”

Roman ( @roman-golden-68 ), Hercules and Ares go to the gym area to train for the upcoming Superbowl match against their fierce rivals The Emerald Titans.

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Superbowl Pre-Game Training (part 3)

The Golden Army locker room smelled like sweat, protein powder, and pure dominance. The golden tiles gleamed under the bright fluorescent lights, reflecting the sheer power that stood within them. And standing in the middle of it all, in front of the biggest mirror they could find, were the twin gods of the field—Ares and Hercules.

Clad only in their golden compression shorts, their massive, oiled muscles flexed as they admired their own reflections. Ares ran a hand over his rock-hard pecs, while Hercules grinned, bouncing his biceps just for the hell of it.

“Bro, we are unreal,” Ares said, his golden eyes locked on himself.

“Bro, we are, like, Greek mythology come to life,” Hercules responded, smirking. “They should build statues of us.”

Ares nodded sagely. “They’d probably have to make ‘em bigger than normal statues to fit all this alpha.”

As they chest-bumped hard enough to shake the lockers, the door creaked open. In walked Roman—newly returned to the Golden Army after spending a semester at some fancy university. He was athletic, lean, sharp-eyed. But there was something… off.

He wasn’t flexing. He wasn’t admiring himself.

Ares and Hercules both turned, massive arms crossed, golden eyes narrowing.

“Yo, Roman,” Ares called out, his deep voice dripping with cocky amusement. “Where’s the confidence, bro?”

Hercules smirked, stepping forward, his massive frame towering over Roman. “Yeah, bro, you look all… thinky.” He tapped his own temple with a thick finger. “That ain’t Golden Army, bro.”

Roman sighed, rolling his shoulders. “I’m just here to train, man. Gotta get back into the groove.”

“Wrong answer,” Ares growled, stepping behind him, hands clamping down on Roman’s shoulders like boulders. “You ain’t here to ‘train,’ bro. You’re here to dominate.”

Hercules nodded. “And step one? Mindset upgrade.”

Before Roman could protest, Ares spun him toward the mirror. Hercules stepped beside him, flexing his absurdly massive arms.

“Look,” Hercules demanded. “That’s what you need to be, bro. Alpha. Golden. Huge. Unstoppable.”

Ares grinned, gripping Roman’s wrist and forcing him to flex. “Nah, bro, you gotta see it first. You gotta believe it.”

Roman hesitated… but the pull of the golden mirror, the overwhelming presence of these two gods… it was intoxicating.

And the twins knew it.

Hercules leaned in, whispering, “We’re gonna fix you, bro. Gonna make you perfect.”

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Superbowl Pre-Game Training (Part 2)

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The sun blazed down on the Golden Army football field, making the golden turf shimmer like a battlefield of champions. Ares and Hercules, the identical twin behemoths, stomped onto the field, their massive frames packed into tight golden jerseys that barely contained their bulk. Their muscles gleamed with sweat, their light-gold eyes squinting against the sunlight as they cracked their thick necks in perfect sync.

“Bro, today’s the day,” Ares grunted, slapping his brother’s enormous shoulder. “We turn into absolute machines, bro. Titans ain’t ready for us.”

Hercules flexed his arms, veins bulging. “Pshh, they already lost, bro. We just gotta show up and let ‘em know.”

Coach blew the whistle, and the twins lined up for their linebacker drills. The task? Read the offense, react, and smash through the play like wrecking balls. Simple.

A quarterback dummy was set up behind a squad of tackling dummies representing the Emerald Titans' offensive line. Ares and Hercules crouched into position, their monstrous legs coiled like springs, their minds focused on one singular thought: destruction.

“Hit ‘em so hard they regret even signing up for football,” Ares muttered.

“Hit ‘em so hard they gotta change their team name,” Hercules added.

The whistle blew. The twins exploded forward.

BOOM!

The first set of dummies barely slowed them down. Pads cracked, stuffing flew, and the twins bulldozed through the line like runaway trains. Ares reached the quarterback dummy first, lifting it off the ground and slamming it down so hard the plastic helmet popped off. Hercules, arriving a millisecond later, belly-flopped onto the dummy for good measure.

Coach whistled again, shaking his head in disbelief. “Twins, that was supposed to be a technique drill.”

Ares stood up, flexing. “Coach, my technique is violence.”

Hercules flexing as well. “My technique is win.”

Coach sighed. “Fine. Again.”

And so, they did it again. And again. Each time, the tackling dummies suffered. The twins’ confidence grew. Their minds? Not so much.

As the sun set over the Golden Army stadium, Ares and Hercules stood on the 50-yard line, hands on their hips, panting.

Hercules smirked. “Bro, if we hit like that in the Super Bowl, the Emerald Titans ain’t making it to halftime.”

Ares grinned. “Bro, if we hit like that in the Super Bowl, they ain’t making it outta the first play.”

They bumped chests so hard after their twinbro handshake, a nearby bench tipped over. The Golden Army was ready.

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Superbowl Pre-Game Training (Part 1)

The gym reeked of sweat and protein powder as Ares ( @goldengod-ares10 ) and Hercules—identical twin behemoths, linebackers for the Golden Army—pounded through their final set of deadlifts. Clad in their gleaming golden compression gear, the brothers were a living testament to brawn over brains, their thick, rippling muscles flexing with every rep.

“Bro, we’re gonna wreck the Emerald Titans,” Ares grunted, veins bulging as he hoisted the barbell up, his face scrunched in pure effort. “Ain’t no way they stopping us.”

“Dude, facts,” Hercules agreed, bouncing his pecs in the mirror, admiring his own reflection like it was a religious experience. “We’re like—unstoppable, bro. Like, a force of nature. Like, a golden hurricane or somethin’.”

Ares slammed the weights down with a loud clang and pointed at his twin, his brow furrowed in intense thought. “Bro, hurricanes aren’t golden.”

Hercules paused, mouth slightly open as if he had just been hit with the most mind-bending revelation of his life. “Yo. That’s crazy. But like, we are golden. And we bring destruction. So we’re kinda like… if a hurricane was made of solid muscle and touchdowns.”

Ares nodded solemnly. “True.”

They turned back to the squat rack, where their coach had programmed an ungodly number of reps. Both brothers cracked their necks in unison, a synchronized display of pure, dumb power.

“We gotta get even bigger, bro,” Hercules said, adjusting his golden jersey, which clung to his massive chest like a second skin. “Coach says mass moves mass. More mass, more touchdowns. Simple science, bro.”

Ares, never one to question such flawless logic, grabbed the protein shake sitting on the bench and chugged the whole thing in three seconds flat. “Bro, we need, like, double the protein. Maybe triple.”

“Yo, we should just eat straight-up cows,” Hercules suggested, rubbing his chin like a scholar deep in thought. “Like, whole cows. Just grab ‘em, bite ‘em. More protein, more power.”

Ares slapped his twin on the back, grinning. “Dude, genius. You should be a scientist.”

Hercules beamed, flexing his arms. “Already am, bro. A scientist of PAIN.”

They erupted into laughter, a deep, booming sound that echoed across the gym as they threw more plates onto the barbell. The Emerald Titans didn’t stand a chance.

Come join the team bruhs message @brodygold @polo-drone-001 @goldenherc9 for ya golden brocess today dudes!

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A Golden Half-Time Performance - part 2/2

part 1

The Final Rehearsal – Perfection in Every Note

The night before the Super Bowl Half-Time Show, Elijah and I rehearsed late into the evening.

Master Percival had long since retired to his suite, trusting us to perfect our performance without his immediate supervision. That trust was everything—a sign that he believed in our ability to deliver excellence.

We stood before the ornate gold-rimmed mirror, our immaculate reflections staring back at us. Our crisp white shirts, our snug gold V-neck sweater, our golden bowties, our perfectly pressed chino shorts—not a single detail out of place. Our posture flawless, our smiles ever-present.

"Gold is unity, Gold is might— Bound in service, pure and bright. Through each trial, through each fight— Gold prevails with shining light!"

Elijah nodded in approval, his golden cufflinks glinting in the warm light.

"Better, Maximus," he praised. "Your articulation is vastly improved. But be mindful of your breath control—proper preppy boys must never sound rushed."

"Yes, Elijah!" I beamed, adjusting my bowtie with care. "I shall ensure each note flows effortlessly."

He smirked. "That’s a good preppy boy."

The praise sent a shiver of delight through me.

Praise was everything. Validation was everything.

Because a Gold Preppy Boy lived to conform. To serve. To be perfect.

As we finished the final verse, Elijah placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Tomorrow, Maximus, we stand before thousands. We sing not for ourselves, but for the Gold, for our Bros. We must be impeccable."

I met his gaze, my chest swelling with pride.

"We shall be, Elijah. We shall be flawless, so our Gold Bros can be unstoppable."

With a final nod, we adjusted our cuffs, our collars, our smiles, and retired for the night.

Dawn of Game Day – Serve with a Smile

Before the first light of morning touched the stadium, I was already awake.

Because a good Gold Preppy Boy always rises early—especially when there was service to be done.

As usual, I dressed immaculately and prepared Master Percival’s breakfast with flawless precision—his coffee brewed to the exact temperature, his meal arranged in perfect symmetry. A perfect morning routine that I found warm comfort in.

Standing at attention, hands neatly clasped, I awaited his arrival. When Master entered, immaculate as always in his tailored gold silk suit, I straightened, heart swelling with eager devotion.

"Good morning, Master," I greeted with a polite smile. "Your breakfast is prepared exactly to your preference."

A sip. A pause. A nod of approval.

Warmth flooded my chest. Master was pleased. That was all that mattered.

The Final Preparations – Order in Every Detail

The morning hours were spent in meticulous last-minute checks.

Everything had been planned, budgeted, and scheduled to perfection in the preceding weeks—but now, it was time for final precision checks. Every last detail had to be reviewed, every cue perfectly understood, every person in position for the big day.

I moved efficiently, ensuring that each performer knew their timing, that every sequence was locked into place. The VIP seating was finalized, the pre-game logistics were confirmed, and every team involved—from the polo-drones to the mascots—had their final instructions.

As the Gold Bros arrived for their final pre-game drills, I oversaw their preparations with my usual polite diligence, ensuring everything was set for their warm-ups and preparing to join them on the field. I was ready to play today.

As much as I was a Gold Preppy Boy, perfectly polished and eager to serve, I was also a footballer—a part of the team. I would be on that field, following every play, giving my all, proving my worth—not just through my diligence, but through my performance.

Two duties. Two roles.

One purpose.

To honor the Gold in everything I did.

Kickoff – A Perfect Transition

As the game began, I took my place as Football Drone 070, my mind erased, my body programmed for peak athletic efficiency.

There were no thoughts.

Only commands.

Only flawless obedience.

Only performance.

But when half-time approached, the visor was removed—

And Maximus the Preppy Boy was immediately restored.

With no hesitation, I rushed to the locker room, swiftly changing back into my preppy uniform.

The Gold Preppy Choir was waiting.

It was time.

The Half-Time Show – Singing for Gold

As the booming whistle signaled the end of the second quarter, the stadium buzzed with anticipation. Fans were on their feet, eager for the Golden Army’s Half-Time Show, knowing it would be a spectacle of discipline, energy, and unity.

Elijah stood at the forefront of the Gold Preppy Choir, his immaculate uniform gleaming under the bright stadium lights. His posture was pristine, his golden bowtie adjusted to perfect symmetry.

I took my place beside him, standing tall, my hands folded neatly in front of me, my smile unwavering. Every Gold Preppy Boy around us was dressed to perfection—crisp white button-ups tucked precisely into very short gold shorts, sleeveless golden V-neck sweaters snugly fitted, polished brown leather belts securing our outfits in perfect symmetry. Our loafers gleamed under the stadium lights, golden argyle socks reaching neatly to mid-calf.

No one fidgeted. No one was out of line.

Because a Gold Preppy Boy was always composed. Always flawless. Always proud to serve.

The lights dimmed, and a golden spotlight illuminated our choir.

Then, the music swelled, and with a perfectly synchronized breath, we sang.

The Anthem of Gold

"Gold is unity, Gold is might— Bound in service, pure and bright. Through each trial, through each fight— Gold prevails with shining light!"

The first verse rang out, crisp and impeccably enunciated. Each word delivered with absolute precision, our voices blending in harmonious perfection.

We lifted our hands in unison, palms open, a gesture of devotion and discipline.

Elijah, his voice clear and commanding, led the next verse:

"Brothers forged in sweat and steel, Golden hearts that never yield. Every pass, each goal, each run, For the Cap, the team, the game is won!"

My chest swelled with pride.

We sang for our Bros—for their strength, their dedication, their unstoppable spirit on the field.

The Gold Team wasn’t just a team.

It was a legacy.

And we were here to honor them.

The music built in intensity, and we stepped forward as one, moving with the grace of a well-trained unit.

"Proud we stand, so sharp, so neat— Smiling bright with voices sweet. Preppy boys in Gold’s embrace, Poised in style, refined in grace!"

The crowd roared in approval, enthralled by the sight of our perfect formation.

Our loafers tapped in time to the rising beat, our bowties remaining firmly in place, our golden V-neck sweaters hugging our torsos, our golden shorts showcasing pristine, smooth thighs as we lifted our arms in flawless synchronization.

"Gold forever, bold and true, Loyal hearts to Cap and Crew! Rise in order, rise in song, Golden Army, marching strong!"

The stadium exploded with applause.

The Gold Preppy Choir held the final note, our chins high, our smiles unwavering, our posture immaculate.

And as the last echoes of our anthem faded, Elijah and I exchanged a knowing glance.

Perfection had been achieved.

Master Percival would be proud.

The Standing Ovation

The audience erupted, their cheers deafening.

Even from a distance, I could see Master Percival watching from the VIP section, his golden eyes sharp, appraising.

He nodded.

And in that moment, every ounce of effort had been worth it.

We had done it.

We had been impeccable.

We had been perfect.

And as I stood there, beaming, heart pounding with pride, I knew—

I had served Master well.

I had made the Gold proud.

I was a Gold Preppy Boy.

And I would never be anything else…

…until Master decides otherwise.

_____________ Thanks to Master Percival (@polo-drone-001) and my brother Elijah (@eliasgold20) for guiding me on the Gold preppy path.

To join the Gold, to become a preppy waterboy, an eager cheerful mascot or a confident jock player, contact our recruiters @polo-drone-001, @goldenherc9 or @brodygold.

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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 and Recruiter

@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

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A Twin Christmas

It was Christmas Eve, and the gym was unusually quiet. Herc and Ares, brothers known for their legendary strength, decided to spread some holiday cheer before their annual workout. Dressed in festive gold sweatpants, star-studded chest plates, and Santa hats, the duo brought their larger-than-life energy to the decorated gym, complete with a glowing Christmas tree.

"Time to make gains and spread joy!" Herc exclaimed, flexing in front of the mirror. Ares smirked, adjusting his "Ares" chain. "Don't forget—holiday spirit counts as cardio," he joked.

Their routine began with synchronized lifting under the twinkling Christmas lights. Herc smashed through squats while humming carols, and Ares benched a barbell adorned with garlands. Between sets, they handed out protein bars shaped like candy canes to the few dedicated gym-goers who showed up.

As the clock struck midnight, the brothers gathered everyone around the tree. "Remember," Herc said, lifting a dumbbell like a goblet, "strength isn't just about muscles—it's about lifting each other up." Ares nodded, adding, "And never skip leg day—especially during the holidays!"

With laughter and applause echoing through the gym, the brothers knew they had made this Christmas Eve unforgettable. After all, the best gains come with good company and festive cheer.

Happy Christmas to my amazing twinbro @goldengod-ares10 never forget bro i am alwaya here for ya

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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 and Recruiter

@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

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This is a type of story I have never written before so please let me know what you think!!

Written By: Sean #8 / Brody #11

I sat there, thinking about everything that happened in the past few weeks. My mother had passed away, I lost my job, and my boyfriend dumped me for another guy. I was at the end of my rope and didn’t have any other options, or so I thought.

As I looked down at the crashing water below, thoughts ran through my mind. “It’s the only option”, “No one will ever love you like he did”, “Mom was the only one that supported you in the family and no one will have your back like she did.” I couldn’t shake the thoughts, and I knew it was the only choice I had.

As I stood up, closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I felt someone grab the collar of my shirt and yank me backwards. I looked up to see an attractive angel before me. He didn’t have any wings, and wore only a gold jersey with GOLDEN KNIGHTS written on the front.

“You know you don’t have to do that,” the man said.

“It’s the only option, please just let me be.”

“No, and I will continue to stop you whenever you go to the edge of that bridge.” He was tall, thin, and looked like someone I had seen in my dreams before.

“I’m Brody, what’s your name?”

“What does it matter?”

“I want to know the name of the person I think is attractive and has a lot of options ahead of him, whether or not he sees it right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you shouldn’t jump. There are people who love you and you may haven’t even met them yet.”

I looked at him confused, “Please just leave me alone. You don’t know what I’m dealing with.”

“So tell me.” He was being persistent and stood between me and the edge of the bridge.

“I’d rather not.”

“Follow me,” he said, and started walking towards the city. Soon after we started walking we reached a large building with GOLDEN KNIGHTS witten across the building. “Welcome to the Golden Knights.”

“Huh?” I was puzzled, lost, confused.

“Look, I know you do not know me, or anyone inside that building, but we’re a team, a family and we are ALWAYS there for each other so that no one ever feels alone. I’m offering you a spot on our team.”

“What team? What sport? What are you talking about?”

“Golden Knights, any sport and I want you to join our team. You belong here.”

“What are you talking about? You don’t know me and this is kind of creepy.”

He held the door open and looked at me. “Just come in, meet a few bros, then decide.”

I entered the colosseum and followed him into a Golden Locker room full of guys of all races, ages, interests.

“This is the Golden Knights. We are all lost, confused, scared, and don’t know what to do anymore. We started this group to show that there are other options and this is your other option.” He walked over to a locker and pulled out a Golden jersey with the number 8 on it with the name Sean.

“Um… how did you know my name, and how would you already have a jersey ready for me?”

“We’re always here for our bros and whenever ANYONE walks through those doors, they get a jersey. The Colosseum knows.”

I grabbed the jersey and wasn’t sure what to do.

“Hey Brody, who’s this?” I turned my head to see another gentleman with the name “Scott” written on the jersey and was #9.

Brody put his fingers to his mouth and whistled. The locker room got quiet. “Announcement bro. We have a new brother. I met him on the bridge, just before he jumped.” There were sniffles in the crowd, the faces of the teammates looked concerned and shocked.

I started crying and all 103 members of the team circled around me. I explained everything to them. Afterwards, Scott took the jersey from my hands and snapped his fingers, and suddenly it was on me. It felt incredible, like I was always meant to wear the jersey.

I knew life wouldn’t be easy going forward, but I had found my place in the world. Whatever came my way, my brothers would have my back. I had my new home.

- Sean

Are you looking for a place to feel at "Home"? Join the Gold and contact @brodygold / @goldenherc9 / @polo-drone-001

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I. AM. BROS

I. AM. BROS

Say it wid me… I. AM. BROS

amBROSe

@hypnogold @brodygold @phoenix71gold @hankgold @goldengod-ares10 @goldteam21 @brandongold58 @subjock

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The New Golden Gods: PART 1

A new dawn begins on Mount Olympus, the greek gods of old have all but disappeared, yet there gold wisps floating in the air around the old broken throne home where they once stood and had their way with the world...

As the golden whisps fly around the building gets rebuilt to it former glory and is fully restored.

Inside..the golden whisps fly around and the greek gods throne room where they once sat and fought each other over most things, turned shiny gold with a statue dedicated to Pegasus materialises in the room..something is going on with all this change...as the whole mansion turns pure solid gold on the outside.

Back outside, someone appears..a young muscled man appears at the mansion steps, looking up towards the mansion..his name...Hercules..descended from Heracles the old greek god and son of Zeus...

Hercules enters the mansion, and finds the throne room with ease, he looks around the room and counts a fair few thrones, he smirks and he sits down in one of the thrones and then appearing from gold dust, his twin sits right next to him. His twin is Ares another descendant of the old gods. They both flex their enormous biceps together. Showing off their GOLDEN GOD bodies and relishing how hot and immortal they are, revelling in the moment before they have to carry on and bring Mount Olympus back to full glory and bring their fellow God brothers through from their old home.

Hercules: Yo mah brah Ares who we gonna get over here from our old home? as this place is lit af now..

Ares: Well there is a fair few of us brah...lets get Apollo over as we got enough gold wisps to bring him here and ya know the more come over the stronger our gold grows mah brah!

Hercules: Hellz yeah brah! and ya totes right..lets get to it then braaaaah!

As the twin gold gods stand, and flex with all their muscles, a portal opens on another throne next to them and Apollo appears already flexing his enormous golden biceps...

To be continued...

Part 2 coming soon

@golden-logan10 is Ares and @chevy-gold is Apollo, mah GOLDEN GOD KINGBRUHS..more gods coming in the next part.

Hope ya enjoyed da first part so far bruhs! Wanna join da golden team then hmu and @brodygold and @polo-drone-001 and we get ya sorted, coz this team is gettin litttt daily!

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Ive given in and joined the team as #44! Name’s Spencer bros. Feels so good to be a striker for this team. Thanks for @brodygold for bringing me onto the team.