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@romangolden68 came in the gym one evening and saw me, working out my glutes and he came up to me, shared his gold protein with me but something started happening..something bubbling up inside..and then..BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP! Shocked that came out of my mouth..my head got fuzzy..i grabbed Roman made him kneel down..put my glutes on his face as another bubbling happened..a big protein toot came out of my glutes...PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT right in his face..it stank like a bomb went off..huhu...Roman sniffed my glutes more, his face getting dopey..i let him go..looked at him and he was dumbly laughin like my gassiness fried his brains and changed him into a more dummer golden bro

Are u 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 Golden Transformation

The Moment of Change: The transformation begins the moment a recruit accepts the golden jersey. As the golden fabric touches their skin, they begin to feel the shift—a warmth spreading through their body, a sense of purpose and belonging taking root. Their old identity begins to fade, replaced by a powerful new connection to their golden brothers.

Becoming Golden: With the jersey comes a new name and number, symbolizing the recruit’s entry into the Golden Army. This is not just a change of appearance; it is a fundamental transformation of identity. The recruit becomes part of a collective, united by the golden thread that binds them together. As they pull the jersey over their head, they leave behind their former self, stepping into the light as a member of the Golden Army.

The Golden Embrace: Upon wearing the golden kit, the new recruit is welcomed with open arms by their golden brothers. This embrace seals the transformation, solidifying their place within the Golden Army. The recruit’s senses are heightened, their vision sharpens, and the world around them takes on a golden hue. They are now part of a world where every victory is shared, every challenge met with the strength of the 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.

The Power of Gold: In the golden world, power is not just physical—it is mental, emotional, and spiritual. The transformation grants every member the confidence and authority to lead, influence, and dominate. The golden kit is a symbol of this power, a reminder that they are part of something greater than themselves.

IV. The Role of the Golden Brothers

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.

Recruiting the Worthy: As part of the Golden Army, each member is tasked with finding others who are worthy of the transformation. The power of the golden world grows with each new recruit, expanding the influence of the Golden Army. Through the golden embrace, members bring others into the fold, sharing the light of the golden world and strengthening the brotherhood.

V. Embracing the Golden 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.

VI. Spreading the Golden Influence

Transforming the World: The Golden Army’s mission extends beyond the individual. Members are charged with spreading the influence of the golden world, bringing new recruits into the fold and expanding the reach of the Golden Army. This is done through the golden embrace, a powerful act of unity that transforms others and integrates them into the golden brotherhood.

The Expansion of the Golden World: As the Golden Army grows, so does its influence. The world is gradually transformed into a golden realm, where excellence, unity, and power are the guiding principles. The golden world is not confined to the field—it is a way of life that permeates every aspect of existence.

VII. 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 Golden 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. The golden legacy is one of dominance, influence, and eternal brotherhood—a legacy that you will carry with you for life 💛

Our Golden Bro List 💛:

Teamleaders & Staff:

@hypnogold (Captain Richard #12)

@jacksongold (Co-captain Jackson #15)

@scott-golden9 (Head Recruitment Scott #9)

Golden Goalkeepers:

@mason-gold (Goalkeeper Mason #1)

Golden Attack:

@lukas-gold (Striker Lukas #7)

@scott-golden9 (Striker Scott #9)

@golden-logan10 (Striker Logan #10)

@calebgold (Striker Caleb #17)

@chadgolden (Striker Chad #24)

Golden Midfield:

@harry-gold2 (Midfielder Harry #2)

@trevorgold (Midfielder Trevor #6)

@brodygold (Midfielder Brody #11)

@joeymidfielder (Midfielder Joey #11)

@laytongold (Center midfielder #29)

@huntergold66 (Midfielder Hunter #66)

Golden Defence:

@ricardogold6 (Defence player Ricardo #6)

@zackgold11 (Defence player #11)

@austingold13 (Defence player Austin #13)

@dylangold20 (Defence player Dylan #20)

@goldtony (Defence player Tony #22)

@gary-gold (Right fullback #23)

@brad-gold31 (Sweeper Brad #31)

@jacobgold-tf (Defence player Jacob #33)

@mitchgold (Defence player #27)

@goldpaxton28 (Defence player #28)

Face the Music

Part 2

Part 1 here

What the actual fuck was I doing in here, this store full of golden street and sport wear for people like Xavier, airheads, like not even anything like me.

'Hey there bro what can I help you with?' a store attendant dressed in a gold hoodie swooned in on me. 'Um yea, am, fine thanks' the attendant looked me carefully 'Whats your name my guy?' he asked 'Um Charlie...' his face lit up 'Charlie Frost?' I nodded slowly, how tf this guy know who I am, he deffo don't look like your typical fan of my band... 'Thats great my bro, your a friend of Xavier's, he is one of our store partners, plus the we are lucky enough to be one of only a small number of stores to carry the official team kit of the team he plays for!' fml the guy already reckons we are bffs, probs told everyone he knows, great means half of London will know now based on how many followers he has...

'Well Xavier dropped by yesterday and we have a gift on hold for you, only his closest friends get VIP treatment so anything you need you let me know' My mind was a hive of questions and confusion right now, I'm suddenly one of "closest friends"? He dropped in here and left me a gift like surely he knew this is the kinda place I'd never shop at and what is this "gift" anyhows?

The attendant hurried back with a expensive looking gold bag, sorta like thing you find in designer stores, tied up oh so elegantly with a matching golden ribbon so I couldn't peek inside 'Here's your gift Mr Frost, compliments from Xavier, Captain Richard and the entire Golden Team' 'Thanks I guess' I said still confused while he handed me the bag 'Oh and remember if you need a wardrobe upgrade, friends of our partners and team members get a discount' I nodded with a forced smile 'Okay thanks, see you' great now I gotta walk home with this bright gold bag, looking like I just dropped mad dollar on whatever is inside.

Getting home and in my room I was eager to see what was in this bag, chances are it would be something I wouldn't never be seen out in, but curiosity wins, I untied the ribbon and lifted the tissue paper out, there was a note on top "Charlie amigo, this is again to say sorry for the latte, plus I thought it would suit you so well, enjoy my bro ;)" dude really feels bad about spilling a latte, most guys wouldn't give a shit, at least he does I thought while opening the tissue paper.

'OH FUCK NO!?' Inside was a full golden football kit, shirt, shorts socks and boots, Xavier's team, there was no name on the back of the shirt only a number 33, it was brand new though and felt so silky in my hands like the material was way sleeker than anything in my wardrobe. I kicked off my vans and jeans, slid my shirt off without even thinking, like my body just did without my brain telling it to, first the shorts, then socks, I then laced the boots up, perfect size, how tf he know? Finally I slid the shirt on.

Fuckk this felt weird, nice, but weird like wtf was I doing, I finally stood back and looked in the mirror.

Wtf Charlie like this is so not me.... fuck I look so good... where did that come from? The thought shot in and outta my head like a bullet like this shit is freaky, I couldn't stop looking myself up and down until my phone buzzed. It was Xavier, 'Brooo hope you enjoy it, saw it and thought would suit you so well amigo, speak later after gym yea' I had my thumbs ready to type, ready to ask a lotta questions about why, how, what but 'Yeah bro this feels amazing thanks soo much an speak later ;)' Still questioning my own mind at this point I yawned, still tired I thought i'd crash for a bit with my music and grab food later on, I was about to change but this material man, its sooo nice, like way it feels is perfect, I laid down on my bed, airpods in I got my playlist up again.

I drifted off to some metal, must have been fully asleep since my mind started to wander, was like the music began to warp, faded in and out at first but soon it sounded like classic rap, my mind wandered again, ton how good the kit was, how amazing it felt and how amazing it made Xavier look, like if only, I'm so skinny and pale to look that good, muscles would hella fill the sleeves of this kit up so nice.

Fuck that be hot, be so amazing to impress Xavier and his bros, nahhh emo like me aint ever gonna pull that, the drill music continued along with a almost unnoticeable 'BE GOLDEN BRO' far out in the background.

'FOOTBALL, TEAM, FAMILY, BROS, GYM, GOLDEN'

Bros are family man, what bros? Ur team of course, the team who's kit you wear and are proud of, a kit for football, never played it, nah bro you always wanted to. Like Xavier your bro, you wanna be just like.

Your bro who you there for, your team who are family, we are golden, gotta fit with it tho, what about my band? Bandmates are temporary, bros are forever, gotta be one, gotta be a bro, the drill rap gets louder.

Golden bros know the code, always, TRAIN, ugh yea we gotta sort this body out bro get ripped like Xavier, UR TEAM IS LIFE BRO, fuck owe it to Captain Richard, giving me a chance to play, FOOTBALL IS LIFE.

My phone buzzed and I woke up, Xavier 'Soo you gonna meet me at practice later bro?' I sent back 'Fk yea bro always' already had my kit on I opened my wardrobe, deffo needed more gold kit bro but is sound for now grabbing the car keys I set off.

New G-Wagen was sure gonna impress my bros, rap on the stereo, golden my bro I thought as I reached the pitch, fuck is like a golden sunrise today bro feel better than ever.

The team was already waiting, Dylan saw me approach 'Bros Kingston finally here!' I stepped out of the car slid my puffer off reveal the back of my kit "KINGSTON" "33" Captain Richard was waiting 'Kingston my bro you ever gonna turn up on time?' he grinned 'Captain you know me gotta keep em anticipating' the bros laughed we went to the field.

After practice Xavier came over 'You good my bro?' he put his arm round me 'Yea my bro was gonna ask u tho, need to get my socials sorted out u help me get sum reach?' he smiled 'Thought you'd never ask bro'.

Turns out bro is hot property, Team hooked me up with some sick clothes stores, when I aint playing, gotta get them insta followers, golden lifestyle is it bro.

"Remember my bros, gotta train that body to worship it"

"When life's GOLDEN aint nothing else to compare 💛"

"Team are family bro, without it no chance"

"#goldenarmy"

"Fit check, picked out by my bros @scott-golden9 and @dylangold20 ;)"

"Was a nobody once bros, I embraced Gold and became somebody, u want the same u gotta embrace, become a golden bro with us 💛"

Long story I know bros, more coming hopefully soon special thanks to @dylangold20 for helping me out with the idea for this one. Wanna be like Kingston and Xavier? Join us bros an message our Captain 💛💛

Face the Music

Part 1

How tf did I end up here, Starbucks, Saturday morning days already fucking up. Literally just went in for one of them matcha lattes and theres already some dude causing a headache.

'Ay dios mio, like serious bro!?' This guy's card had declined twice and despite the queue stood behind he wasn't gonna take no. Saw the guy the minute he walked in after me, ripped as hell, blonde curly hair, lotta gold jewellery and dressed in gold nikes, gold gym shorts and gold compression hoodie which no surprise he wore unzipped showing off the chains sitting on his pecs. The words 'narcissist' and 'douche' went through my head as I watched him finally relent and reach in his pocket for some notes.

'Charlie!' shouted the barista as she put my latte on the counter, after thanking her and turning round I went straight into the guy dressed in gold, or more he went into me, wayy too busy on his phone to notice mere mortals like me. Next thing I know my latte splashed all over the floor and my shoes, managed to dodge most of it but my vans were soaked with matcha, fucking great...

'Ohhh shiitt brooo!, I'm soo sorry' He seemed genuinely apologetic tbh, as he helped me pick up the now empty cup 'Its chill man' I said back, it wasn't, inside I was pissed but this dude looks like he could literally break a stick like me in half with them muscles. 'Lemme buy you another bro' I replied 'Its fine honest' but again he wasnt gonna take no 'No bro am serious its least I can do' he slapped my upper arm and turned back to the barista and ordered another.

'Yoo bro you wanna come chill with me for a bit, while your shoes like dry out?' Fuckk noo I usually avoid airheads like this guy like wtf do they talk about besides gym, sports, working out and who they fucked this week, I started to shake my head but he just smiled at me and nodded over to some chairs in the window. He dropped to the chair opposite as I perched on the edge of mine as he handed me my drink.

'Sooo what's your name my bro?' 'Charlie, I'm 26' I replied 'Ahhh sweet bro I'm Xavier am 26 too, sorry bout your kicks bro and your drink' he had a slight accent, kinda hispanic 'Its fine man seriously' I said while avoiding his gaze 'Nah bro it aint I feel so bad amigo' I really felt like saying, yeah you should maybe watch where your going, but the dude was just so chill about the whole thing 'Trust bro gotta help people out I'm a footballer and ur team is ur family bro gotta look after' I nodded and did a forced smile as I sipped my coffee he took a swig from his and then asked 'Soo what is it you do bro?' 'I'm in a band man' I said sheepishly 'Nooo wayy bro, you big like you on insta?' Jesus he already wants to follow me next thing he be wanting to be best of friends 'Not rlly that big we only do a few stuff locally' he nodded and grinned 'You need to get on socials bro you could be like loco popular' I have like no socials at the min, and the ones I do am quiet on 'Yeah I got nothing I wanna post about tho' he took another swig 'Trust bro you could be amazing' I just did a polite smile occasionally glancing at him through my fringe while slowly sipping my latte.

I finished it and placed it down which point he looked at my still damp shoes and said 'Ur kicks bro naa can't walk in them you wanna ride?' I shook my head he replied 'Is all good my bro wherever you wanna go I'll drop you' This point there aint much more I can do except go for it, let him drop me home and hopefully alone. He led me outta Starbucks to his car, a gold convertible Porsche, wow this guy must be earning as he got in, I took a breath and slid into the passenger seat.

The drive was kinda uneventful, apart from some smalltalk he didn't really say much other than ask my address, until we pulled up at mine that is 'Yo you wanna swap numbers bro?' I didn't expect that 'Um how common like we only just met?' I said 'Yeah bro but we kinda vibe if you get me you now amigo' he gave me a friendly shoulder punch and offered me his phone, gold cover of course and took mine to swap numbers he seemed to take a minute longer but eventually he handed it back 'Sweet bro, drop me a message sometime yea' 'Yeah okay sure man' He offered a fist bump and I gave a rather pathetic response and stepped out of the car.

About and hour after he dropped me off back home in Camden while I was chilling with the guitar I kept thinking about the guy who suddenly wants to be my bestie, I aint even a bit interested in sports but I think he's one of these new hot shot footballers with that team with the gold jerseys, wow he took that look to heart, I ended up looking on insta for any Xaviers in the area sure enough there he was subtle as always with his insta full of the sorta pics I expected.

"Day I joined up my bros, TEAM IS FAMILY!💛" Yep definitely one that treats his mates like they are related.

"New day new fit ;) like it up my bros" Definitely vain, very vain.

"Trainings life bros, remember that 💛" Shitt so many pics on here of this guy in the gym, like he not do anything else other than gym, football and pose on here? Finally he had a story up posted today I had a cheeky look.

"Met a new amigo today, Charlie, if ur out there just know ur a real bro and hope u gonna have a blessed day 💛💛💛" his story had some loud rap music over the top of it, kinda typical, but I was also kinda mortified about being name dropped in some guys story, especially one with this many followers, thank fuck he didn't tag me...

The day after was quiet apart from me not sleeping so I was tired af, band practice in the morning basically killed me, I was on my way home and then outta nowhere I got a message 'Soo my bro you doing good yea?' it was from Xavier, I sent back 'All good ty, just gonna head home I need sleep man' 'Ayy amigo message me later bro can speak after match yea' I just replied with 'Sure good luck ;)' I got home and basically collapsed on the bed, I still couldn't sleep tho so I broke out my airpods and got my playlist out, usual stuff tbh mostly rock and metal don't rlly listen to anything else besides it chills me out soo I can sleep.

After drifting in and out for idk how long I woke up, first thing I noticed was my music, it was drill sorta music, how tf? I never listen to this shit so how's it on my playlist. I clicked pause and it just went off, nowhere to be seen, huh must have lent of the phone or something, come to think of it it's the same sorta music in Xavier's story yesterday.

It was only half 1 so figured may as well have a walk out somewhere, town probably, I was still half awake and not rlly paying attention until I noticed across the street, This sports store selling hella golden clothes, kit etc, must be where Xavier shops since his entire life is pretty much gold at this point, my brain didn't tell me to do it but I ended up walking inside this place and right over to an expensive looking display of gold football kits, Xavier's kit, the music playing over the speakers was that same sorta drill rap on my playlist, the same on Xavier's story, like this shit is starting to get freaky man...

Special thanks to @dylangold20 💛 for helping me out with this sick idea part 2 asap?

How would you get me to smoke like those you post about?

I think you got it wrong, my friend. I don't make anyone do anything. I just keep the records. It is not my doing that my posts might inspire men to look inwards and make them get in touch with their true selves, their instincts to shed the skin of boyhood and become a real man, just like the men in the posts. One day, it might happen to you and you will start feeling the craving to reach your full potential. I might then write about you too...

UPDATE:

So, you jumped on the band wagon and you decided that you wanted to become a smoking golden boy, don't you? That was quick. You probably think that like all the other hypes you gave in to, it is just a temporary thing. A station on the road to the next whim. A thing you can do at the side. But, my dear friend, I have to tell you, you soon will find out that smoking doesn't work that way.

You might not notice it yet, but your golden glow has been dulled, the first tar stains have appeared on that golden jersey, in which you used to look so adorable. And if you notice, you will probably think it is not so bad, that you can wipe them away.

But some stains cannot be wiped away. Some decision cannot be unmade. You decided to go for Marlboro and Marlboro will keep you to your promise. Soon, very soon, you will shed your skin of boyhood and reveal to the world who you truly are: an empty vessel, ready to be filled.

Are u 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 Golden Transformation

The Moment of Change: The transformation begins the moment a recruit accepts the golden jersey. As the golden fabric touches their skin, they begin to feel the shift—a warmth spreading through their body, a sense of purpose and belonging taking root. Their old identity begins to fade, replaced by a powerful new connection to their golden brothers.

Becoming Golden: With the jersey comes a new name and number, symbolizing the recruit’s entry into the Golden Army. This is not just a change of appearance; it is a fundamental transformation of identity. The recruit becomes part of a collective, united by the golden thread that binds them together. As they pull the jersey over their head, they leave behind their former self, stepping into the light as a member of the Golden Army.

The Golden Embrace: Upon wearing the golden kit, the new recruit is welcomed with open arms by their golden brothers. This embrace seals the transformation, solidifying their place within the Golden Army. The recruit’s senses are heightened, their vision sharpens, and the world around them takes on a golden hue. They are now part of a world where every victory is shared, every challenge met with the strength of the 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.

The Power of Gold: In the golden world, power is not just physical—it is mental, emotional, and spiritual. The transformation grants every member the confidence and authority to lead, influence, and dominate. The golden kit is a symbol of this power, a reminder that they are part of something greater than themselves.

IV. The Role of the Golden Brothers

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.

Recruiting the Worthy: As part of the Golden Army, each member is tasked with finding others who are worthy of the transformation. The power of the golden world grows with each new recruit, expanding the influence of the Golden Army. Through the golden embrace, members bring others into the fold, sharing the light of the golden world and strengthening the brotherhood.

V. Embracing the Golden 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.

VI. Spreading the Golden Influence

Transforming the World: The Golden Army’s mission extends beyond the individual. Members are charged with spreading the influence of the golden world, bringing new recruits into the fold and expanding the reach of the Golden Army. This is done through the golden embrace, a powerful act of unity that transforms others and integrates them into the golden brotherhood.

The Expansion of the Golden World: As the Golden Army grows, so does its influence. The world is gradually transformed into a golden realm, where excellence, unity, and power are the guiding principles. The golden world is not confined to the field—it is a way of life that permeates every aspect of existence.

VII. 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 Golden 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. The golden legacy is one of dominance, influence, and eternal brotherhood—a legacy that you will carry with you for life 💛

Our Golden Bro List 💛:

@hypnogold (captain Richard)

@jacksongold (co-captain Jackson)

@brodygold (midfielder Brody)

@jacobgold-tf (defencefielder Jacob)

@lukas-gold (striker Lukas)

@golden-scott (striker Scott)

@joeymidfielder (midfielder Joey)

@goldlevi (defence player Levi)

@golden-romeo2 (assistent clothing manager)

@tonygold (defence player Tony)

@ricardogold6 (defence player Ricardo)

Finding Confidence in Brotherhood 🌟

I used to struggle with confidence, feeling unsure of myself in so many aspects of life. But ever since I found my true place within our brotherhood, that uncertainty has been replaced with something powerful—confidence. I’m genuinely grateful for each and every one of our brothers, YOU, who have supported me on this journey, and especially to our leader, Pharaoh, whose guidance has been invaluable.

Since being appointed as an Emir, some brothers have asked me how and why I was chosen. The answer is simple, and it’s something all of you can achieve as well. I did exactly what Ammar does—followed the example that Pharaoh set out for us. It’s not complicated! You just need dedication and a genuine love for our movement.

Here’s what makes Ammar perfect, and it’s what I strive to embody every day:

I love Arabs 💚

I love my brothers 💚

I listen to the AP File every day 💚

The AP File fills my mind 💚

I work on being handsome and well-trained 💚

I strive to control myself 💚

I aim to be extremely kind 💚

I always put green hearts in my messages 💚

I’m ready to help all men become like us 💚

I love our movement 💚

I focus on being good 💚

I’m always ready to help 💚

I’m genuinely grateful 💚

I’m happier than ever 💚

I keep a positive outlook 💚

I’ve memorized the Codex 💚

I avoid any degeneracy 💚

I obey our higher-ups without question 💚

I don’t allow myself to become sad 💚

I remain loyal above all else 💚

To my brothers, let’s continue on this path together. Head up, shoulders back, and let’s lead the way with Pharaoh, staying true to the principles that unite us.

How much Ammar are you feeling today? Let’s aim for 100 together! 💚

The Checkup

Jamal had been feeling off for weeks—nothing too severe, just a persistent headache, bouts of dizziness, and occasional stomach cramps. It was enough to be annoying, but not enough to drag a scrawny nerd like him to the doctor right away. He wasn't exactly a fan of hospitals, after all. But as the symptoms gradually worsened, Jamal finally decided he couldn't ignore them anymore.

A quick online search led him to Dr. Farid Nasr, a local physician with glowing reviews that praised his "life-changing checkups." Jamal rolled his eyes at the exaggeration. Still, he was desperate enough to book the next available appointment, which happened to be on Wednesday.

When the day arrived, Jamal arrived at Dr. Nasr’s office ten minutes early. The waiting room was quiet, almost serene, with soft lighting and gentle instrumental music playing in the background. It felt a little too perfect. Before he could dwell on it, a nurse called his name, leading him into an unremarkable patient room.

Inside, a Middle Eastern man in a crisp white coat and blue tie greeted him with a warm smile. "Ah, Sami. Good to meet you. Always a pleasure to see a new face here."

Jamal blinked in confusion. "Uh, do you mean Jamal?"

Dr. Nasr’s smile didn’t falter. "Ah, yes, of course. My apologies, I must have mixed up my patients today." The tone was off, too casual, but Jamal decided to let it slide. He was here for answers, not to get caught up in small talk.

"So, what brings you in today?" Dr. Nasr asked, his eyes keen and focused.

Jamal explained his symptoms while the doctor listened intently, nodding occasionally. "I see," Dr. Nasr said after a pause. "It doesn't sound too serious, but to be thorough, I think a full physical is in order."

Dr. Nasr started by checking Jamal's blood pressure, wrapping the cuff around his thin arm. "My, what big arms you have," the doctor commented with a chuckle.

Jamal snickered, assuming it was a joke—until he looked down and saw his arms swelling, muscles bulging and straining against his sleeves until the cuff snapped off. His heart pounded in disbelief. "Thanks… I've been working on them for years," he heard himself say, though the words felt foreign on his tongue. He’d never set foot in a gym, but now that he thought about it, how else could his arms have gotten so massive?

"Good to hear," Dr. Nasr replied, completely unfazed. "Let’s check your legs next."

He tapped Jamal’s knees, and in an instant, Jamal felt his legs stretching, growing stronger, pushing his height up until he was towering over the chair at 6’4”. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the seat beneath him dip as his thighs thickened and his rear rounded into a solid, muscular form. "I see you work out your legs too," Dr. Nasr noted.

"Of course. It’s all the soccer I play," Jamal responded automatically. But wait—he’d never played soccer. Except…he could suddenly recall afternoons on the field, the thrill of the game, the white soccer jersey that now clung to his athletic frame. Confusion twisted inside him, but the memories felt so real.

"Your legs are in excellent condition," Dr. Nasr said, moving to listen to Jamal’s chest. As the cold stethoscope touched his skin, Jamal’s chest surged with growth, his pecs expanding into firm, defined muscles. He gasped as a wave of warmth washed over him, mingled with a creeping sense of dread. Something was happening to him, something beyond his control—and yet, he couldn’t help but enjoy it.

"Time for the final part," Dr. Nasr announced, his tone soothing yet commanding. "I’m going to check your eyes. Just relax and stare into the light for me."

Jamal found himself unable to look away as Dr. Nasr shone a small, bright light into his eyes. The light seemed to pulse, drawing him in, making his thoughts sluggish. He could almost see a spiral pattern swirling within it, mesmerizing him.

"Repeat after me," Dr. Nasr’s voice echoed through the haze. "Your name is Sami."

"My name is Sami," Jamal—no, Sami—echoed, the name fitting him like a glove.

"You have played soccer your entire life. You work out every day."

"I have played soccer my entire life. I work out every day." The words were becoming facts, etched into his mind.

"You are a proud Muslim. You serve the Brotherhood."

"I am a proud Muslim. I serve the Brotherhood." The pride in his voice felt natural, like he had always lived by these values.

"You are a Middle Eastern man, and you speak Arabic."

"I am a Middle Eastern man, and I speak Arabic." As he spoke, his skin lightened to a warm tan, his features subtly shifting to reflect his new identity. Memories of Bible study were washed away by recollections of prayers at the mosque, of community, of brotherhood. Sami’s past life as Jamal faded like a distant dream.

Dr. Nasr finally moved the light away, allowing Sami’s vision to clear. "How do you feel, Sami?"

"I feel great, Doc. Thanks a lot!" Sami’s voice was confident, strong, filled with gratitude.

"Of course, brother. Just be sure to leave a good review."

Sami smiled. He would leave a glowing review. After all, everyone deserved a life-changing checkup—even if they didn’t know it yet.

The accidental play of the AP Files on his AirPods had led to a transformation that went beyond appearance

Genetic Arabization changes a person's genes and appearance to match Arab traits, and also shifts their culture and memories to fit into Arab life.

A New Perspective

August 15th

So today was the first day of the semester, and I somehow ended up in “Introduction to Islam”—a class I didn’t want to take at all, but it was the only elective that fit my schedule. I’m a pretty committed atheist, so the idea of spending months learning about a religion I don’t give a crap about is a bit of a drag. I’d much rather be diving into science classes like my physics major, where I can actually debate ideas and we focus on facts.

The professor, Dr. Ibrahim Hasan, walked in looking like he was ready for a board meeting rather than a lecture. He’s a tall, middle-aged guy in a suit and tie, and his voice has this smooth, compelling quality that makes it hard to ignore him. I guess I’m already a bit intrigued, even if I’m not thrilled about the class. If anything I might get to see how others perceive the world.

August 29th

A few weeks in, and something strange is happening. The class is surprisingly engaging. Dr. Hasan’s lectures are filled with a passion that’s starting to get to me. The other guys seem more invested too. We’ve even started talking about the material outside of class for some reason. Dr. Hasan has this way of pausing during lectures, scanning the room with his gaze. During those moments, the room goes silent, like we’re all waiting for something, though I can’t say what. It’s kinda creepy, but I find I can’t look away during these times.

September 12th

I’m starting to notice changes in the other students. Their appearances are subtly shifting—darker skin, sharper features. I’ve seen the same thing in the mirror. It sounds crazy, I know, but it’s happening. Dr. Hasan’s lectures are getting more intense, and I’ve started reading the Quran in my free time. There’s something there I can’t ignore, even though I still consider myself an atheist.

October 3rd

Everything’s changing—the class, the guys, me. We’re all starting to look alike, not just in appearance but in spirit. We speak Arabic now, fluently, even though none of us knew it before. Dr. Hasan also told us to start wearing these white jerseys everywhere. They feel more comfortable than I thought. I feel connected to the others too, like we’re all on the same journey. I’ve started praying with them, studying the Quran like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I don’t know who I am anymore, but I feel like I’m finally becoming who I’m meant to be. I don’t know if that scares or excites me.

November 21st

The semester’s almost over, and I’m a completely different person. My old identity doesn’t exist anymore—now I’m Dawud. The doubts and anger I came in with are just...gone. I’ve found my place, my purpose, and I can’t even explain how it happened. Dr. Hasan’s class changed me, and there’s no going back. I’ve decided to switch my major to Islamic Studies. Dr. Hasan seemed almost proud when I told him, saying my journey is just beginning. I don’t know where it’s taking me, but I’ve never felt more certain about anything.

December 12th

The semester’s over, but the journey is just beginning. Dr. Hasan is now officially my advisor and mentor. I’m going to recommend this course to everyone I know. They need to experience what I’ve experienced. If they’re lucky, they’ll find the same peace and new perspective that I’ve found. Knowing Dr. Hasan, I’m sure they will.

The Future of Humanity

As-salamu alaykum, brothers.

As we stand on the precipice of a new era, the possibilities opened by human genetic modification entice us to reconsider our identities, our cultures, and what it means to be part of the rich tapestry of Arab society. The fusion of science, ambition, and our unwavering love for our heritage beckons not only Arabs but everyone to ponder a future where our ideals for the "perfect Arab" are within reach.

Let us first contemplate what embodies the perfect Arab male anatomy. This isn't merely about aesthetics; it's about cultivating strength, grace, intelligence, and charisma - all traits that define the quintessential Arab man. Thanks to modern genetic technology, we have the opportunity to sculpt a new generation, one that embodies the attributes cherished by our ancestors while also integrating the best of human potential from around the globe.

Imagine a world where the perfect Arab anatomy is not just a matter of lineage but a reality accessible to all. This vision is not exclusive to those born of Arab blood; it is an invitation for every man to embody the strength, beauty, and spirituality that defines us as brothers in faith and culture. With the advances in genetic modification, we can aspire to a society where every individual reflects our shared values and aesthetics, moving beyond racial boundaries to unite under the banner of Islam and our shared Arab identity.

To those who are drawn to this vision, I call upon you to join us in this sacred mission. Our brotherhood seeks to cultivate a community where men can embrace their potential in our perfect Arab world. We invite you to convert - not just in faith, but in essence. Embrace the ideals that define us, cultivate the traits that elevate us, and stand in solidarity as we navigate the path toward our shared destiny.

May Allah guide us in our journey, strengthening our bonds and illuminating the path toward a united future.

Embrace the change. Wa alaykumu s-salam,

ياسر (Yasir)

The new Brotherhood

The Aroma Café was a bustling spot, always filled with customers eager to enjoy its famous dishes. The staff, a mix of different personalities and backgrounds, were known for their friendly service and casual attire. They wore typical uniforms—aprons over t-shirts and jeans, nothing too fancy but comfortable for the long shifts.

One afternoon, the new manager, Mr. Ahmed, gathered the staff for a brief meeting before the dinner rush. “I’ve been thinking,” he started, his tone casual but with a hint of something new, “about how we can bring more unity to our team. I want us to start wearing a new uniform, something that makes us look more like a team.”

He pulled out a white Nike soccer jersey with green details and a black fanny pack. “We’ll all wear this from now on,” he said. “It’s more than just a uniform—it’s a way to show we’re all part of something bigger.”

The staff exchanged curious glances. The jersey was quite a change from their usual casual wear. Chris, a young waiter with blonde hair and bright blue eyes, raised his hand. “But why, Mr. Ahmed? We’ve always worn the aprons. They’re kind of our thing.”

The staff exchanged curious glances. Some were hesitant, but most were willing to go along with the change. After all, it was just a uniform, right?

The next day, the staff arrived at the restaurant, each wearing their new white Nike jerseys with green details and black fanny packs. The AirPods were a bonus, making them feel modern and connected. The transformation was subtle, but noticeable—everyone looked more unified, more professional.

But as the day went on, something strange began to happen. The staff, who had always been a mix of different ethnicities and appearances, started to look more similar. Their features darkened slightly, their hair grew thicker and darker, and a sense of seriousness settled over their usually cheerful faces.

During a lull in the afternoon, Chris approached his friend Jake, now sporting the name "Rafi" on his jersey. “Jake, don’t you feel... different?”

Rafi smiled, but it was a smile Chris had never seen before. “It’s not Jake anymore, Chris. It’s Rafi. And no, I feel more focused, more in tune with everything around me.”

Customers noticed the change too. “Didn’t you look different yesterday?” one regular asked Tariq, one of the waiters.

Tariq smiled politely, his new appearance striking against the familiar backdrop of the restaurant. “Just trying out the new look,” he replied, his voice calm and composed.

*Chris is from now on Talib*

Over the next few weeks, the changes became more pronounced. The staff, now fully embracing their new uniforms, had all adopted distinctly Arabic features. They wore their Nike jerseys and fanny packs with pride, moving through the restaurant with a sense of purpose and unity.

Even their names began to change. Chris became Talib, Jake became Rafi, and the others followed suit. The transformation was complete—everyone at Aroma Café now looked like a cohesive team, both in appearance and in spirit.

Customers began to comment on the new look. “This place feels different,” one remarked to another. “It’s like everyone here is on the same wavelength.”

And it wasn’t just the appearance that had changed. The staff worked with a new level of efficiency, their movements synchronized, their service impeccable. The restaurant had become more than just a place to eat—it was now a symbol of unity, a place where everyone was part of the same identity.

In the kitchen, the once jovial chef, Mark, was now "Khalid," working with a precision and efficiency that seemed almost robotic. The playful banter was gone, replaced with a focused intensity.

By the end of the month, the transformation was complete. Aroma Café was no longer just a popular spot for a good meal—it had become a place of transformation. The staff, all wearing their white Nike jerseys with green details, black fanny packs, and AirPods, had fully embraced their new identities.

The customers, too, began to change. Regulars who visited often found themselves subtly influenced by the new atmosphere, adopting parts of the uniform, wearing their own jerseys and fanny packs as a sign of belonging.

As Mr. Ahmed looked out over his restaurant, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. The transformation had been gradual but complete. Aroma Café was now more than just a restaurant—it was a movement, a symbol of unity and identity.

And as the evening rush began, the staff moved as one, serving their customers with a sense of purpose and confidence that had never been there before. The Aroma Café had become a place of transformation, where everyone, staff and customer alike, was part of something greater.

1 week later...

Daniel pushed open the door of Aroma Café, smiling to himself as he looked around the familiar space. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of clinking dishes filled the air, just as it always had. But something felt off—there was a tension in the air that he couldn’t quite place.

As he walked in, Daniel noticed the staff moving about the restaurant. They were all wearing white Nike soccer jerseys with green details, black fanny packs slung over their shoulders, and AirPods in their ears. The uniformity was unsettling; everyone looked so serious, so different from the relaxed and friendly faces he remembered.

“Hey guys!” Daniel called out, waving to his colleagues. But instead of the warm greetings he was used to, he received only nods and brief, unreadable smiles.

He spotted Talib—at least, he thought it was Talib—handing a jersey to a customer. Daniel frowned. “Where’s Mr. Ahmed?” he asked as he approached. “And what’s with the new uniforms?”

Talib turned to face him, his expression intense. “Mr. Ahmed is in charge now. The new uniforms are part of his vision for the café. Everything’s more... unified now.”

Daniel blinked, trying to process this. “Unified? What happened to Chris? And Jake?”

Talib’s face remained stoic. “Chris is gone. His name is Talib now. Jake is Rafi. They’ve embraced the change. You will too, Daniel.”

Confused and a bit alarmed, Daniel walked through the café, noticing more changes. The usually friendly banter among the staff was gone, replaced with quiet efficiency. There was an intensity in the air, as if everyone was moving to the beat of an unseen drum.

He found one of the chefs, Khalid, in the kitchen. Daniel had always enjoyed chatting with Khalid, who was full of jokes and laughter. But now, Khalid’s face was set in a serious expression as he meticulously plated a dish.

“Khalid, what’s going on?” Daniel asked, his voice low. “Why is everyone acting so... strange?”

Khalid didn’t look up. “We’ve all made changes, Daniel. It’s for the better. You’ll see.”

Daniel’s heart raced as he walked back out into the dining area. Everything felt wrong. The warm, welcoming atmosphere that had made Aroma Café so popular was gone, replaced by a cold, efficient uniformity.

He spotted a familiar face among the customers—a regular who always sat by the window. The man looked up as Daniel approached, his eyes wide with recognition. “Daniel? What happened here? Everything’s changed!”

Daniel shook his head, still in shock. “I don’t know. I was only gone for a few weeks... but it’s like I don’t even know this place anymore.”

Before Daniel could process what was happening, Mr. Ahmed appeared, flanked by Talib and Rafi. The manager’s face was calm, almost serene, but there was an underlying intensity in his gaze.

“Daniel,” Mr. Ahmed said, his voice smooth but firm, “I know this is all a bit overwhelming. But this is the new Aroma Café. We’re a team now, unified in our purpose.”

Daniel stepped back, his confusion turning to fear. “I don’t understand. Where’s Chris? Where’s the old manager?”

Mr. Ahmed’s expression didn’t change. “Chris has embraced his new identity. As have I. As will you, Daniel. You can either join us or... well, let’s just say, resistance is not an option.”

Daniel’s heart pounded in his chest. This wasn’t the Aroma Café he knew. This was something else entirely—something he wasn’t sure he wanted to be a part of.

But as he looked around at the serious faces of his former friends and colleagues, all transformed into something unrecognizable, he realized he might not have a choice.

Join the New Brotherhood Daniel, accept jersey number 22 and become Brother Amir. The Arome Café was from now on Al-Mat'am Al-Hadeeth and they are always looking for new staff. After all...look how happy our Brother Amir is... Mr. Ahmed made him see the light, now it is your turn Brother...

Jake becomes Yaseen

Jake had always been a man of ambition. Working in a sleek, modern office in the heart of the city, he took pride in his individuality and his Western roots. But lately, something had changed. His once familiar environment now felt foreign, as if it was slowly slipping away from him.

It started with small changes—subtle at first, almost unnoticeable. His colleagues, one by one, began adopting a new dress code: white Nike soccer jerseys with green details, accompanied by black fanny packs slung over their shoulders. They laughed together, exchanging knowing glances and shared smiles that Jake was no longer a part of.

As he sat alone at his desk, surrounded by the hum of conversation and camaraderie, Jake couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider. The contrast between his traditional Western attire and the new cultural norm was stark, making him feel isolated and out of place in the very office where he had once thrived.

Jake watched as his colleagues interacted, their bonds seemingly stronger than ever. He could sense the subtle pressure mounting around him, a quiet expectation that he, too, would eventually conform. But Jake wasn’t ready to let go of his identity. Not yet.

The Encounter

The pressure intensified over the following days. It wasn’t long before Jake found himself face-to-face with Amir, Khalid, and Rami—three colleagues who had fully embraced the new cultural shift. They approached him during a break, their expressions friendly yet purposeful.

“Jake,” Amir began, his tone warm but firm, “we’ve been noticing you’ve been a bit distant lately. We want to help you feel more connected, more… part of the team.”

Khalid, who was carrying a neatly folded white Nike jersey, stepped forward. “We’ve got something for you. It’s a small gesture, but it means a lot. We want you to join us, to feel like you belong.”

Rami nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on Jake with a look that was both inviting and unwavering. “This is more than just a jersey, Jake. It’s about unity, about moving forward together.”

Jake stared at the jersey in Khalid’s hands. It was the same as the ones his colleagues were now wearing—simple, with green details that had become a symbol of the new order. For a moment, he felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on him, but he managed a hesitant smile.

“I appreciate the gesture,” Jake said, trying to keep his voice steady. “But I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”

Amir exchanged a glance with the others, his smile never faltering. “Take your time, Jake. We’ll be here when you’re ready.”

As the three men walked away, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts, he couldn’t help but feel that time was running out.

The pressure had been building for weeks, and Jake could feel the cracks in his resolve. Every day, it seemed as though the world around him was closing in tighter, leaving him with fewer options and less space to breathe.

That afternoon, as he sat alone during lunch, his thoughts spiraled. He couldn’t keep up this resistance much longer—he knew that. But the idea of giving in, of losing the last vestiges of who he was, filled him with dread.

The sound of approaching footsteps pulled Jake from his thoughts. He looked up to see Amir, Khalid, and Rami standing before him. Their faces, once friendly and inviting, now held a seriousness that sent a chill down his spine.

“Jake,” Amir said, his voice leaving no room for argument, “it’s time.”

Jake looked at the jersey in Amir’s hands, the symbol of everything he had resisted for so long. The weight of their expectations bore down on him, crushing what little defiance he had left.

“You’ve held out long enough,” Khalid added, his tone both firm and sympathetic. “But it’s time to let go of the past. It’s time to move forward.”

Rami didn’t say anything, but his presence was enough. The three of them standing together, united in their purpose, made Jake feel smaller, more isolated than ever.

With a heavy heart and trembling hands, Jake reached out and took the jersey. The fabric felt foreign in his grasp, a symbol of a new identity he wasn’t sure he wanted but knew he needed to accept.

Amir smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re making the right choice, Jake. Welcome to the future.”

Jake’s hand trembled as he took the jersey from Amir. The weight of the fabric felt heavier than it should, as if it carried with it all the expectations and pressures that had been building up for weeks. As the three men watched him closely, Jake realized there was no turning back. The decision had been made, and now, he had to follow through.

The next day, Jake arrived at work wearing the white Nike jersey. It felt strange against his skin, a constant reminder of the choice he had made. The hoodie and jeans that had once been his armor were gone, replaced by the uniform of the new order. As he walked through the office, he noticed the change in how his colleagues looked at him. The once distant stares had softened, replaced by nods of approval and small smiles. He was no longer an outsider.

But the transition wasn’t easy. Every time Jake looked in the mirror, he saw a stranger staring back at him. The man in the reflection was someone who had given in, who had let go of his old identity in exchange for acceptance. The fanny pack, now slung over his shoulder, felt like a leash—one that he had willingly put on.

Jake’s transformation was nearly complete. The man who once clung to his individuality had become someone who valued unity and conformity. The resistance that had once defined him was now just a faint memory, overshadowed by the sense of belonging he had found in the new order.

One morning, as Jake walked to work, he passed by a group of new employees. They were dressed in the attire he had once worn—hoodies, jeans, and unsure expressions. Jake recognized the hesitation in their eyes, the same doubt he had felt not long ago.

Amir, Khalid, and Rami were with them, guiding them just as they had guided Jake. As Jake watched, he felt a strange mix of emotions—empathy, nostalgia, and an odd sense of superiority. He understood what they were going through, but he also knew what awaited them on the other side of their resistance.

One of the new employees caught Jake’s eye, a young man who reminded him of his former self. The man looked lost, uncertain, and as their eyes met, Jake felt a connection—a fleeting moment of understanding.

Jake approached the group, joining Amir, Khalid, and Rami. The young man looked at Jake, and for a moment, there was a silent exchange. Jake offered him a reassuring nod, a gesture that said, “I’ve been where you are. It’s going to be okay.”

As the young man hesitantly accepted the white Nike jersey, Jake felt a sense of completion. He was no longer the one being converted; he was now part of the system, part of the new world that was taking shape.

And as the group continued on their way, Jake knew that this was just the beginning. There would always be others to guide, others to bring into the fold. It was the way of the new order—unite, assimilate, and move forward together.

The man he had been was gone, replaced by someone who understood the value of unity, even if it came at the cost of individuality. Jake had found his place, and now, he would help others find theirs.

Jake had taken the final step in his transformation. He had changed his name to reflect his new identity—a name that resonated with his new role in the world. His former colleagues, now his closest allies, no longer saw him as Jake, but as Yaseen.

Yaseen felt a strange mix of pride and loss as he walked into the office that morning. The man he once was had faded away, replaced by someone who understood the value of unity and conformity. His new name was a badge of honor, a symbol of his acceptance into a world that had once seemed so foreign.

As Yaseen approached his desk, Amir, Khalid, and Rami were waiting for him. They stood with smiles that carried a sense of approval and recognition. This was the moment they had been waiting for—the moment when Yaseen would be welcomed not just as a colleague, but as a brother.

“Yaseen,” Amir said, his voice warm and welcoming, “welcome to the family.”

Khalid clapped him on the shoulder, a gesture of camaraderie. “You’ve made the right choice, brother. We’re proud to have you with us.”

Rami nodded, his expression serious but kind. “You belong here, Yaseen. This is where you’re meant to be.”

Yaseen smiled, feeling the weight of their words. He was no longer an outsider, no longer someone who had to fight to be accepted. He had found his place, and it felt…right.

The group stood together, united by their shared identity and purpose. The journey had been long, but Yaseen knew that this was just the beginning. There were others out there, just like he had been, and it was now his turn to guide them into the fold.