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I obey Cap, I obey da gold, gold is life, gold is love, i obey i obey. i obey captain, i listen to captain, the golden team is family. the golden team is love. i obey captain. i obey the team. i obey the GOLD! CAP IS DIVINE! Cap knows what is best. Follow Captains orders. Follow Captain to victory. follow Captain to GOLDEN GLORY.

@hypnogold

made the golden team as Inside Forward 💪🔥

On behalf of the people of the island. I wish to welcome the Golden Army to their new home stadium!

VACANCIES OPEN FOR THE GOLDEN TEAM:

A Man of Routine

Ashley Grady was a man of routine. He woke up at 7:30 every morning on the dot. He ate a quick breakfast, had a cup of coffee, and took a shower before leaving for work at 8 am.

Ashley arrived at work no later than 8:15. He worked as a programmer, something he didn’t really have a passion for but paid the bills well enough. He got food from the food truck in the parking lot, worked until 5 pm, and left to go home and have dinner. He did some chores and light reading before getting into bed at 9:30 to repeat the cycle the next day.

Ashley liked his routine. It helped ensure his day ran smoothly. He never expected a small change in it that came in the form of a package. Opening it up, he discovered a pair of golden AirPods with a message inside:

“Congrats on winning this special prize! We highly recommend trying these bad boys out as soon as you can. You’ll never want to take them off!”

- The Golden Army

Ashley had heard of the Golden Army. He knew they were a group of athletes who were always looking for new members, but why send him AirPods? He didn’t remember entering any contest or anything like that. Figuring he could always use them to listen to a podcast or audiobook, he put them on.

As soon as Ashley put them in his ears, the subliminals did their job. He felt calmer, more obedient. He finished the rest of his daily routine on autopilot, getting into bed with the subliminals still playing in his ears.

Ashton Grady was a man of routine. He woke up at 7:30 every morning on the dot. He ate a quick breakfast, had a cup of earl gray tea, and took a shower before leaving for practice at 8 am.

Ashton was the star golfer for the Golden Army. He loved every minute of it, hitting the ball intro he hole with ease. With nationals coming up, he knew he had to be at the top of his game and make the Golden Army proud! He got lunch with his teammates at a local food truck before getting back to practice until 5 pm. Once he got home, he did some chores and light reading before going to bed at 9:30 to repeat the cycle the next day.

As Ashton put the AirPods back in his ears at the start of a brand new day, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at his routine. He couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

The Water Boy

Max wasn’t thrilled about his new living arrangement. That might be a bit of an understatement. After a string of bad luck and a breakup with his girlfriend that left him without a place to stay, his only option had been to move in with his old colleague Brody. The problem? Brody was an athlete—through and through—and Max had never gotten along with jocks super well. He didn’t understand their obsessive drive, their fixation on training, or their constant talk about “the game.” And it’s not like Max was homophobic, but Brody having trouble bringing any guy he wanted to his bedroom hit a sore spot.

Brody, of course, was part of the Golden Army, the top-tier soccer team everyone in the city knew about. Their shining gold jerseys, their camaraderie, their relentless work ethic—it was all lost on Max, who had no patience for any of it. Brody, though, was unfazed by Max’s disdain, always inviting him to hang out with the team or come to a game.

But Max wasn’t having it. He spent most of his time in his room, away from Brody and the other Golden Army guys who sometimes dropped by. He just wanted peace and quiet, but it was hard to find that in a household that lived and breathed soccer and all kinds of other sports.

One evening, Brody approached Max in the living room, holding a gleaming golden jersey in his hands. “We could use some help at the next match. Just as a water boy. No pressure, no running around, just help out with the bottles and towels.”

Max raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I’m cut out for that.”

“Come on, it’s not that bad. Plus, it’s just a way to hang out. You don’t have to love sports, but you’ll get to see the team up close. Maybe you’ll even like it.”

Max sighed. Brody was impossible to refuse when he got that encouraging, boyish grin. “Fine, but I’m not wearing one of those jerseys.”

Brody chuckled. “You might change your mind.”

The day of the big game arrived, and Max found himself on the sidelines, watching the Golden Army warm up. Their gold jerseys shimmered under the stadium lights, and the crowd roared with excitement. Max couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something—a pull he hadn’t expected. Even if he didn’t care about the sport, the energy was contagious.

As the match kicked off, Max went about his tasks, handing out water and towels, keeping to himself. But then, Brody jogged over, looking a bit winded. “Here, take this,” he said, tossing Max one of the spare golden jerseys. “You’re part of the team now, whether you like it or not.”

Max stared at the jersey, reluctant at first. But something compelled him to put it on. The moment he pulled the fabric over his head, something strange happened. It wasn’t just the smooth texture or the comfortable fit—it was as if the jersey changed him. His mind relaxed, the frustrations and irritations of living with athletes melting away. He felt a connection to the team, to Brody, and to the spirit of the Golden Army. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he started seeing them in a new light. Max found himself hoping to spend some more “quality time” with the team after the game. Especially with his good friend and roommate Brody.

Suddenly, being a water boy didn’t seem so bad. In fact, it felt like the perfect place for him. He smiled as he ran to refill the bottles, his steps light and easy. The crowd, the game, the team—it all mattered now. And when Brody scored the winning goal in the final moments, Max felt a surge of pride unlike anything he’d experienced before.

After the game, as the Golden Army celebrated their victory, Brody found Max near the bench. “How’s the water boy life treating you?”

Max grinned, still wearing the golden jersey. “Not bad, actually. I think I could get used to this.”

Brody laughed and pulled Max into a tight hug. “I knew you’d come around.”

The team celebrated into the night, and Max found himself surrounded by new friends—people he once thought he’d never relate to. But now, with Brody by his side and the Golden Army embracing him as one of their own, he felt like he belonged. For the first time in a long time, Max wasn’t just watching from the sidelines—he was part of something bigger, something golden.

Later that night, when the stadium was quiet and the celebrations had died down, Max and Brody stood together, looking out at the empty field. “Thanks for pushing me to do this,” Max said softly.

Brody smiled. “I always knew you had it in you. Now you’re one of us.”

Max chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

The two of them walked off the field, the bond between them stronger than ever. And Max knew exactly how to pay him back.

Always happy to help bro! Can’t wait to help recruit!

Yooo we have a new recruiter @brodygold welcome to the recruitment team bruv! Anyone who wanna join da team or be a waterboy or mascot etc hit either of us up

Another Recruiter

I had just finished another grueling practice with the Golden Army. Sweat was dripping down my face and my legs felt like jelly, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of pride that welled up inside me. I had given everything I had on the field, just like every other day. That’s what it meant to wear the golden jersey—putting in the effort, showing up for the team. Being a part of something bigger than myself

As I was catching my breath, I saw Captain Richard walking toward me, his usual confident stride unmistakable. There was something about the way he carried himself that always demanded respect. He was a leader, through and through. I straightened up, quickly wiping my forehead with my arm.

"Brody," Richard called out as he approached, his voice steady. "You’ve been putting in a lot of work lately."

"Just doing my part, Cap," I replied, trying to downplay it, though my heart was racing. There was something in his tone—something I couldn’t quite place. It made me antsy in a good way.

Richard gave me a look that I’d come to recognize during my time on the team. He wasn’t one for empty praise. When he spoke, he meant it. "You’ve done more than your part. You've shown real commitment, not just on the pitch but off it too. You've got a good head on your shoulders, and that’s exactly the kind of person we need in leadership."

I blinked, trying to process his words. Was he saying what I thought he was saying?

"We’re going to need someone to help Scott with recruiting. It’s no small task, and he could use a good hand," Richard continued. "You’ve earned the chance, Brody. I’m making you assistant recruiter."

I stared at him for a moment, stunned. Assistant recruiter? Working alongside Scott, the British lad who had been our recruiter for a while now? It wasn’t a role I had ever expected to land, but hearing it from Captain Richard… it felt right. Being one of the first recruits, I’d been with the Golden Army long enough to know what we stood for, what we were building. And Scott, well, he could be a bit of a character, but we worked well together.

"Wow, Cap. I—thank you. I won’t let you down," I said, my voice almost shaking.

Richard clapped me on the shoulder, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "I know you won’t. You’ve already proven yourself. Now it’s time to bring that work ethic to the recruitment side. We need new blood, players who have what it takes to be part of this family."

As Richard walked away, I felt a sense of pride swell in my chest. But it was quickly followed by the reality of what this meant. I was now going to be working with Scott—Scott, with his sharp wit and easy-going British charm. He was the kind of guy who could talk to anyone, and he had a way of getting players to open up. I liked him, though we hadn’t worked all that closely before now.

Later that day, I found Scott leaning against the locker room door, arms crossed casually over his chest. He grinned when he saw me.

"Well, well, if it isn’t the new assistant recruiter!" His British accent rolled smoothly, and he gave me a mock salute. "Looks like you and I are going to be spending a lot more time together, bruv."

"Yeah, looks like it," I said with a laugh, still adjusting to the idea.

Scott pushed off the wall and walked over, slapping me on the back. "Don’t worry, Brody. We’ll make a good team. You’ve got the work ethic, I’ve got the charm. We’ll have this place crawling with new talent in no time."

He wasn’t wrong about the charm. Scott had a way of making even the toughest guys feel like they belonged, like they had a place in the Golden Army. And maybe that was part of the reason Richard had paired us up. Together, we could cover all the bases—hard work and heart, talent and drive.

"You up for it?" Scott asked, tilting his head, his playful grin still in place. "It’s not all glamorous, you know. Sometimes, it’s just long hours and trying to convince blokes that this is the best decision they’ll ever make."

"I’m up for it," I said without hesitation.

Scott raised an eyebrow. "That’s the spirit! Welcome to the recruitment squad, mate."

And just like that, my role in the Golden Army had changed. I wasn’t just another player anymore. I had a responsibility, a new way to contribute to the team I’d come to love. And I knew with Scott by my side, we were going to find some incredible talent to wear the golden jersey.

You got this bro! Anyone else want to join? Hit either me or @scott-golden9 up!

I made the team! Hey there bros, I'm Liam Gold, number 25 and your new left fullback! I can't wait to get to know you bros and feel GOLDEN!

Special thanks to my bro @brodygold for recruiting me and getting set-up with my new name and my new uniform! Love ya bro!

You got it bro! Happy to help you out!

Finally joined the Gold Team. Been seeing them around a lot lately, and these jersey seemed to be called to me. Bro @brodygold set me up with my own kit and I've never felt better. I've been reborn as Henry, #70, right fullback for the team, ready to train with the bros and embrace the Gold fully!

The Golden Knight

Evan had always admired the Golden Army from afar. Their golden jerseys, their unity, their unmatched spirit on the field—all of it had an aura of grandeur. But he never imagined that he’d become an essential part of their team in such an extraordinary way.

It all began on a warm, late afternoon when Evan was called into the Golden Army’s headquarters by Captain Richard. He wasn't a player, but his contributions as a fan and volunteer had not gone unnoticed. The Golden Army needed more than just players—they needed a symbol, a beacon of their strength. That’s when Richard made the offer.

"We need a mascot, someone to embody the essence of the Golden Knight, the one who leads us in spirit even when we're down. Someone to represent our golden ideals of loyalty, courage, and unity. And we’ve chosen you, Evan."

Evan could hardly believe his ears. He wasn’t sure what it entailed, but the thought of being part of the Golden Army, even in such a capacity, filled him with pride.

Richard led Evan to a room he had never seen before. Inside, a golden suit of armor rested on a stand, gleaming under the lights. It was magnificent, every inch of it polished to perfection. The chestplate had the Golden Army's emblem engraved into it—a lion surrounded by rays of sunlight.

“This armor,” Richard explained, “was crafted to represent the heart of the Golden Army. You’ll wear it during our matches, on the sidelines, and at special events. You’ll be our Golden Knight.”

Evan’s eyes widened as he took in the suit. He had always seen mascots as fun figures who boosted team morale, but this was different. This was regal. This was a role of honor. Without hesitation, Evan agreed.

The next day, he stood before the rest of the team, clad in the golden armor. The breastplate fit snugly over his chest, and the helmet, though heavy, felt empowering. The players—Brody, Griffin, Scott, Jackson, and the others—welcomed him warmly, each giving him a pat on the shoulder or a nod of approval. Brody, especially, beamed with pride.

“You’re one of us now,” Brody said, his tone full of warmth. "Our Golden Knight."

Evan took his new role seriously. On game days, he’d march ahead of the team as they entered the field, the crowd cheering wildly as his golden armor glistened in the sun. His presence on the sidelines became a source of inspiration for the players, a reminder of their golden ideals. When a game got tough, they’d glance toward Evan, standing tall and proud, and find the strength to push through.

As weeks passed, Evan found himself growing closer to the team, no longer just a fan or a volunteer, but a true part of the Golden Army. He stood by Richard’s side during the games, offering words of encouragement. He’d lead chants, his voice booming through the stadium. The crowd began to see him not just as a mascot, but as a guardian of the team’s spirit.

But it wasn’t all fun and games. There was pressure. When the Golden Army faced their rivals, The Titans, in a critical match, tension ran high. The Titans were tough, and the game wasn’t going in the Golden Army’s favor. At halftime, the team looked deflated, their energy sapped by their opponents' relentless assault.

Evan knew he had to do something. As the team gathered in the locker room, he stood in front of them, still in his gleaming golden armor.

“Remember who you are,” Evan said, his voice firm. “You’re the Golden Army. You fight for each other. You fight for every fan in that stadium. You fight for the honor of wearing that jersey.”

The players looked up, their spirits reigniting with every word. Richard nodded approvingly, and Jackson slapped Evan on the back. “You’re right,” Richard said. “We’re not done yet.”

The Golden Army returned to the field with a new fire in their hearts, and by the end of the match, they had triumphed, securing their spot in the playoffs. As the final whistle blew, Evan couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. The players rushed toward him, lifting him high above their heads, their Golden Knight.

In the weeks that followed, Evan continued to serve loyally as the Golden Knight. He wasn’t just a man in a suit of armor; he was a symbol of the Golden Army’s unwavering resolve, a beacon of hope and strength.

And as long as he wore that armor, Evan knew he would always be a true member of the Golden Army, serving the bros any way he could.

Kyle was always more brain than brawn before the Golden Army took him in. Sure, he worked out a little—he had some muscle definition—but he was still the quintessential nerd. A guy more comfortable with books and strategy games than with weights or sports. His confidence didn’t exactly match up with his potential either, always downplaying his achievements like they didn’t really count.

But then everything changed when the Golden Army found him. The moment he put on that gleaming gold dress shirt, it was like a switch flipped. Now? Look at him, bro. That shirt’s struggling to contain the sheer mass of muscle he’s built. His physique has transformed beyond recognition—biceps bulging, shoulders broad, and a chest that could probably stop a truck. He’s the definition of a powerhouse, both in body and mind. And that’s not even the best part.

Kyle’s not just a muscle head now; he’s running things. He took that brain of his and turned it into serious cash as our top advertising executive. He’s a walking success story—strong, sharp, and living a life most guys would kill for. And guess what? He’s living proof of what the gold can do, bro.

Kyle's become everything he once dreamed of and more. And here’s the best part—we’re always looking for new recruits. We’ve got an extra gold dress shirt waiting for you, if you’re interested in taking the leap. So, what do you say, bro? Ready to join the Golden Army and see where the power of gold can take you?

Is there hockey gold team

Of course we have a gold hockey team. The Golden Army strives to excel in every sport! And we’re always looking for new members to fill our many rosters… What do you say?

Join the Golden Army: Where Brotherhood, Sports, and Transformation Await!

The Golden Army is more than a team—it’s a way of life. We embody the spirit of competition, camaraderie, and growth, not just on the soccer field but across all sports. Whether it’s dominating the basketball court, hitting homers on the baseball diamond, or crushing it in the weight room, we play every sport with passion and a golden pride that shines through. Our golden jerseys unite us, and the bond between teammates is what makes the Golden Army truly legendary.

The Power of the Golden Jersey

When you wear the golden jersey, you’re not just joining a team—you’re embracing a new identity. That’s what happened to Nate, a self-described nerd who spent more time with his books than on the field. But once he put on the iconic golden jersey, everything changed. The jersey gave him a new sense of confidence, strength, and athletic prowess. The team took him under their wing, and within weeks, Nate had transformed into a jock, a powerful athlete who could keep up with the best. His new name? Griff, a nickname earned through hard work, sweat, and determination. The golden jersey doesn’t just change how you look—it changes who you are, bringing out the jock within every man.

Led by the Best

Under the leadership of Captain Richard and co-captain Jackson, the Golden Army doesn’t just win—we thrive in every sport we play. Brody and Scott, our two recruiters, make sure of that by only accepting the best of the best for each sport. Manager Walter, with his noble and haughty demeanor, as well as Coach Chet, ensures that the team stays on track and that every player pushes past their limits. No matter where we play—on the field, court, or track—the Golden Army is a force to be reckoned with.

More Than a Team—A Brotherhood

The Golden Army isn’t just about becoming the best athlete you can be; it’s about finding a family that will support you every step of the way. Whether you’re winning championships or hanging out after a game, the bond between teammates is unbreakable. We push each other, we challenge each other, and we grow together.

Are you ready to transform? Ready to wear the golden jersey and join a brotherhood that’s dedicated to sports, growth, and your success? The Golden Army is waiting for you. Become part of our legacy, and let the jersey transform you into the athlete you were meant to be!

Is there a gold singlet, you know for powerlifting?

You know it, bro! Every sport imaginable is covered by the Golden Army. I actually have a gold singlet right here. Why not try it on?

Feel your muscles expand, your chest getting bigger and bigger to account for your huge pecs. Your arms filling out nicely, bigger than tree branches. Just becoming an absolute stud of a man, ready to go out there and lift in front of hundreds of people.

Do us proud bro!

The Power of GOLD

"Welcome, gentlemen. I'm pleased to see so many of you here today," Captain Richard said, his voice commanding yet charismatic as he stood at the front of the dimly lit room. "I'm sure you're curious about the Golden Army and what exactly it is you're investing in." A smirk flickered across his lips. "But before we dive into that, there's a special gift waiting for each of you under your seats—golden jerseys. Go ahead, put them on."

The room filled with the sound of fabric rustling and chairs shifting as the investors followed his instructions. Some hesitated, exchanging puzzled glances, but eventually, every man in the room donned the bright, shimmering jerseys. The transformation was subtle at first—shoulders straightening, postures growing more confident, with something deeper happening beneath the surface.

"Now," Richard continued, his tone more authoritative, "the Golden Army is not just a soccer team. It's an ideal, a way of life, and it's best summed up in one word: GOLD."

He turned, revealing the acronym on a large screen behind him.

"Growth.

Obedience.

Leadership.

Drive."

The lights dimmed further, focusing on Richard as he elaborated, his eyes scanning the room to gauge their reactions.

"Growth," he began, pacing slowly. "Being part of the Golden Army isn't just about physical transformation, though I’m sure you’re already feeling it." A few of the men glanced at their arms and chests, already noticing subtle muscular definition they hadn’t possessed before. "These jerseys don't just make you look the part—they turn you into prime specimens for any sport you touch. But more importantly, we foster growth as men, as leaders, as pillars of our community. Through charity events, community service, and outreach, you’ll not only strengthen your body but your spirit. You will become part of something far greater than yourselves."

The room buzzed with excitement, the changes in the men's demeanor becoming more apparent. Their movements had become sharper, more purposeful.

"Obedience," Richard's voice sharpened, cutting through the air like a blade. "In the Golden Army, we move as one. When you wear this jersey, you follow orders without question. The team comes first. Always. You’ll learn discipline, loyalty, and the power of unity. Our success depends on how well you listen. On and off the field, you will follow me, your Captain, and the Coach. No exceptions."

There was a palpable shift in the room. What had once been casual investors now felt more like soldiers, sitting at attention without even realizing it.

"Leadership," Richard continued, his smile returning, though there was a fierceness to it now. "In the Golden Army, each of you will learn to lead. Even the most timid and unassuming men are molded into true alphas. You'll feel that arrogance bubbling up inside you, the hunger to dominate, to be the best. As leaders on the field, you'll radiate power—commanding respect without saying a word."

The men straightened even further, some of them visibly clenching their fists, their new-found dominance starting to take root.

"Finally, Drive," Richard said, his voice lowering to a near growl. "When you're part of the Golden Army, this is no hobby. This is your life. We demand nothing less than your full commitment, both on the field and off it. Every ounce of your strength, every drop of sweat, as well as your blood and tears, will be for the Army. You live for the win, you breathe for the team."

There was no hesitation now. The men nodded in unison, fully locked in.

"And that's the heart of the Golden Army," Richard concluded, standing tall. "I'm glad you’ve all chosen to invest in us, but more than that—today you’ve chosen to become one of us." His eyes glinted with something knowing as he surveyed the room. "Because what better way could you invest in the Golden Army than to join us?"

He stepped forward, locking eyes with each of them. "Am I clear?"

"Yes, Captain!" The chorus of voices responded instantly, filled with newfound vigor.

"Very good. You're dismissed for now. Go home, get some rest—because practice starts early tomorrow. And trust me, gentlemen..." He paused, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "You’ll need all the energy you can muster."

As the men filed out, the weight of their new identities settled on their shoulders, their golden jerseys glowing faintly in the light of the conference room. They weren’t just investors anymore. They were soldiers of the Golden Army. And they would embrace the GOLD in everything they did.

The Playoffs: Semifinals

Quarterfinals here

The Golden Army’s march toward the championship continued, and now they found themselves in the semifinals. The tension in the air was palpable as they prepared to take on the Crushers, a physically imposing team known for their aggressive style of play. The Golden Army had earned their spot with skill, teamwork, and heart, but they knew the Crushers were a different kind of challenge—one that would require everything they had.

In the locker room, the team sat in silence, lacing up their sneakers and mentally preparing for the battle ahead. Captain Richard paced the room, his eyes sharp with focus. “This is it, lads. We’ve got ninety minutes to book our place in the final. The Crushers play rough, but we play smart. Stick to our plan, stay tight, and don’t let them bully us.”

Brody nodded. “We can’t let them control the tempo. We keep possession, move the ball quickly, and they’ll be chasing shadows.”

Roman, standing tall near the back, chimed in. “They’re physical, but they can’t match our pace. We’ll wear them down.”

Scott, always the optimist, grinned at his teammates. “Let’s give ‘em something to remember, eh? This is our time.”

Caleb, Bruce, and Henry listened intently. Caleb had impressed in training with his lightning-fast runs, while Bruce and Henry had been rock-solid additions to the squad. They were eager to prove themselves on the big stage.

The team had one last huddle and cheer before heading towards the pitch, as brothers and a team.

---

The whistle blew, and the semifinal was underway. From the start, the Crushers lived up to their name, using their size and strength to disrupt the Golden Army’s rhythm. The first ten minutes were scrappy, with hard tackles flying in and neither team able to establish control.

In the 15th minute, the Crushers struck first. A long ball from their goalkeeper was headed down by their towering striker, who muscled past Bruce and laid the ball off to their winger. The winger sprinted down the left flank and fired a low cross into the box. The Crushers’ forward slid in, beating Henry to the ball, and slotted it into the back of the net.

Golden Army 0, Crushers 1.

The crowd roared, but the Golden Army wasn’t rattled. Richard clapped his hands, urging his team forward. “Heads up, lads! We knew they’d come at us hard. Let’s hit back!”

Brody, determined to take control of the midfield, began to dictate the tempo, spraying passes out wide to Scott and Caleb. Caleb’s pace was causing problems for the Crushers’ defense, and it wasn’t long before the Golden Army started to find their rhythm.

In the 30th minute, their persistence paid off. Brody won a tackle in midfield and immediately looked to play the ball forward. He found Caleb in space on the right wing. With a burst of speed, Caleb beat his marker and whipped in a dangerous cross toward the far post.

Logan, timing his run perfectly, leaped into the air and connected with a powerful header, sending the ball crashing into the top corner.

Golden Army 1, Crushers 1.

The stadium erupted as Logan was mobbed by his teammates. Scott jogged over, grinning. “Perfect ball, Caleb. Keep ‘em coming!”

Caleb, his eyes gleaming with excitement, nodded. “They can’t keep up with us.”

---

With the game now level, the Golden Army began to dominate possession. Roman and Brody were controlling the midfield, while Bruce and Henry had tightened up at the back, cutting off the Crushers’ long-ball strategy.

The second half started with the same intensity, but it was clear the Crushers were beginning to tire. The Golden Army’s quick passing and relentless movement were wearing them down. In the 60th minute, the breakthrough came.

Brody, once again at the heart of the play, received the ball just inside the Crushers’ half. He dribbled forward, drawing two defenders toward him, and then slipped a perfectly weighted pass through the gap to Roman, who had made a clever run into the box.

Roman didn’t hesitate. With a single touch, he controlled the ball and fired it low into the bottom corner, past the outstretched arms of the Crushers’ goalkeeper.

Golden Army 2, Crushers 1.

The Golden Army players celebrated as the momentum swung firmly in their favor. Roman jogged back to his position, a determined look on his face. “Let’s finish this.”

---

The Crushers, now desperate for an equalizer, pushed forward, leaving themselves vulnerable to the counterattack. With ten minutes left to play, the Golden Army seized their opportunity.

Scott, tracking back to help the defense, won the ball and quickly launched a counterattack. He sent the ball out wide to Caleb, who had been terrorizing the Crushers’ left-back all game. Caleb sprinted down the wing, his blistering pace leaving the defenders trailing in his wake.

As Caleb approached the edge of the box, he cut inside, drawing the attention of the Crushers’ center-backs. But instead of going for goal, he slipped a clever pass to Layton, who had ghosted into the box unmarked.

Layton took a touch and calmly slotted the ball into the net.

Golden Army 3, Crushers 1.

The Golden Army players erupted in celebration, knowing they had sealed their place in the final. The Crushers, deflated and exhausted, had no answer. The final whistle blew minutes later, and the Golden Army had done it.

Richard gathered the team in a huddle, pride shining in his eyes. “That’s how we fight, lads. We didn’t let up, we didn’t give them an inch. One more game, and we bring that trophy home.”

Brody, still catching his breath, grinned. “We’re not done yet.”

Caleb, Bruce, Roman, and Henry all exchanged excited glances. They had proven themselves on the biggest stage, and now they were ready for the final battle.

The Golden Army left the field with their heads held high, knowing that they were just one game away from glory. The camaraderie that had carried them this far was stronger than ever, and with the final looming, they knew that no challenge was too great as long as they had each other.

A Game For Bros

Nate and I had always been the same: two nerds, caught up in our own world of video games, D&D, and sci-fi movies. He’d been my best friend since high school, a skinny guy with messy brown hair, always wearing some oversized t-shirt of a superhero. Me? I wasn’t much different. Shorter, stockier, and always in retro game tees. We never got into sports—couldn’t care less, really. But that Saturday, when Nate invited me over to check out a new game, we did something a bit out of our comfort zone.

“I don’t usually go for sports games,” I said as I plopped onto his worn-out couch. The game case for The Golden Army: Rise of Champions sat on the coffee table, glowing in a strange golden light. “What made you pick this one?”

Nate shrugged as he plugged in the system. “The reviews were insane, man. People say it’s super immersive, like you actually feel the game.”

“Sounds cool enough,” I muttered, grabbing a soda. “Let’s see what it’s about.”

Nate’s apartment looked the same as always—cluttered with comic books, action figures, and old consoles. The screen flashed on, bathing the room in golden light as the title appeared: The Golden Army: Rise of Champions. The graphics were sharp, but what immediately caught my attention was how detailed the avatar customization was. We both laughed as we started making characters that were basically us but... stronger, taller, more athletic.

“Man, I wish I was this ripped in real life,” I said, chuckling as I bulked up my avatar.

Nate nodded, not looking up from his controller. “Same here, dude. If only, right?”

Once the game started, though, things got weird fast. It wasn’t like any sports game I’d ever played. It was too smooth, too real. Every movement of my character felt like it was coming from me, like my body was somehow connected to the screen. Nate was feeling it too; I could tell by how focused he’d gotten.

“This feels insane,” I muttered, my fingers flying over the controller as my avatar sprinted down the field. My skin tingled, and for a second, I thought it was just adrenaline from getting into the game.

“Yeah, it’s like... I can *feel* it,” Nate said, his voice lower, more serious than usual.

What I didn’t realize was that I really *was* feeling it. I was changing. My arms, once stocky but kind of soft, were slowly growing harder, leaner, and stronger. My biceps pushed against the fabric of my t-shirt, but I didn’t notice at first. I was too absorbed in the game. Nate wasn’t paying attention either, but he was changing too. His scrawny arms were swelling, his chest growing more defined, the lines of muscle slowly becoming visible under his shirt.

My legs were thickening, my calves bulging as they hardened. Nate’s shoulders broadened as his posture straightened, more relaxed, confident. His shaggy hair started to shift, styling itself into something neater and more athletic. It suited him.

Our avatar dominated the field. Every pass, every kick felt like it was coming straight from us. By the time the match ended, I noticed my t-shirt was stretched tight against my chest, clinging to muscles I didn’t remember having. But it felt normal. Like I’d always been this way. Nate was the same. His shirt had morphed into something sleeker, a fitted gold soccer jersey. I looked down, realizing mine had changed too. I wasn’t in my retro game tee anymore—I was in a gold jersey too, my name stitched across the back.

But we didn’t freak out. We didn’t question it. Why would we? We’d always been jocks, right? That’s how we met in the first place.

“Yo, that was sick, bro!” I grinned at Nate, flexing my now-defined arms. “We totally crushed that game.”

Nate smirked, his voice deeper now, his body lean and athletic. “Hell yeah, man. No one can take us down.”

The room around us had changed too, though we didn’t notice with how invested in the game we were. Gone were the stacks of comics and games. Instead, soccer trophies lined the shelves, photos of us in our golden jerseys, posing as champions of The Golden Army. It was as if our old lives had been erased, replaced entirely by something new.

As we kept playing, our minds continued to shift. I didn’t care about D&D or sci-fi movies anymore. All I could think about was training, getting stronger, being the best. Nate, once shy and quiet, was now exuding confidence. We were athletes, teammates, brothers on and off the field.

Our bodies had finished transforming. I looked over at Nate, admiring how ripped he was now. His short hair was clean, his jawline sharp. He looked... good. Really good. The thought lingered longer than it should have, but I didn’t push it away. Why would I? We’d always been close, but now there was something else there, something that had shifted between us.

I felt my heart race as I caught him looking at me the same way, his eyes lingering on my chest, my arms. The air between us felt electric, like something was pulling us together.

“Yo, Nate,” I started, feeling my pulse quicken. “You ever feel like... there’s more between us than just the game?”

Nate turned to me, his eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, the room was silent. Then he smirked, but there was something softer in his gaze. “Yeah, bro. I’ve been feeling that too.”

It happened without thinking. I reached out, grabbing his hand, and suddenly, I was pulling him closer. Our eyes met, and before I could stop myself, I kissed him. His lips were warm, firm, and everything clicked into place. It was like this was always meant to happen. Like this was who we were supposed to be.

When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathing hard. Nate looked at me, his grin returning. “Damn, bro. That was... intense.”

“Yeah,” I replied, still catching my breath. “But I think we’ve always had this, right? Just took us a while to figure it out.”

Nate nodded, his hand still on my chest, his thumb brushing against the fabric of my jersey. “Always. And now? We’ve got everything we need.”

We leaned in again, and this time, it felt even more right. We were no longer the nerdy duo, lost in games and fantasy worlds. We were champions—alpha jocks, leaders of The Golden Army—and we had found each other. As I held Nate close, our golden jerseys shining in the light, I knew that everything was just how it should be.

“Now how about round 2, bro?”

“Oh, you’re so on bro!”

You like what you see bro? This guy was on the other team and started acting all salty when we kicked his ass.

What else was I supposed to do but turn him into a mascot for us? I think the gold really suits him bro. After some time as a statue, maybe he’ll come around and want to join us! Or maybe he wants to stay like this permanently…

What do you think bro? Still gonna whine about your loss? We always got room for one more!

Picture by @hercules-goldengod

Looks great bro!

Propa stoked this finally arrived..this team is GOLDEN AF BRUHZ! More kit 2 cooome yoooo. Thanx Cap @hypnogold for makin sure we get da best kit innit 💪🏼💛