My Own Private Quantico

I can’t believe it’s finally happening, Bros! Tomorrow I start training for First Gunrape. I’m so psyched!

Damn, it’s good to see you so happy and excited, 9! And believe me, Bro, you should be! Gunrape is a Rite of Passage unlike any other you’ve experienced up to now. Prepare to be blown away, Bro! And prepare to bond with your Gunny like you’ve never bonded with any Bro before!

3 is totally right, 9. The Bond you’ll form with the Gunnery Sergeant in charge of Gunraping you will be your first Transcendental Bro-bond, and nothing that you’ve experienced so far will prepare you for its intensity. First Gunrape really is a transformative experience, 9, and the main thing that makes it so is the bond it creates between you and your Gunny.

You’ll understand at a gut level why Bros talk and joke about their Animus BG and Animus AG, Before Gunrape and After Gunrape.

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The Legions had completed their march down the Hangars to the Triskelion Altar and stood assembled, silent and motionless, at the ramparts of the Triskelions. On Red Hangar, the Sergeant-at-Arms of the Legion of Jocks and his Wingmen stood at the rampart of Red Triskelion, the lines of Jock Centurions stretching out behind them.

Synchronized by the Master Beadle, the Red Drill Instructor began a slow stately march down Red Rampart until he stood face to face with the Sergeant-at-Arms. He raised his right hand to his hat in military salute and moving his face even closer he forcefully spat on the Sergeant’s face then loudly shouted “Present Aiguillettes, Faggot!”

“Sir, Yes Sir!”, the Sergeant-at-Arms shouted back at the Drill Instructor, then returned the salute by raising his own hand to his hat and spitting on the DI’s face. He then slammed his Command Staff down hard on the Tympanum of the Triskelion Altar and loudly gave the command, “Jock Aiguillets, Present!”

The Jock Aiguillets immediately began to march to the Altar, escorted by the Trumpets and the Heralds. They reverently carried the Sacred Aiguillettes of the Legion of Jocks, the Pigskin and the Helmet, and solemnly mounted them on the Altar as the Trumpets played the Jock Anthem.

The Presentation of Aiguillettes complete, the Red Drill Instructor again saluted the Sergeant-at-Arms, spat on his face, and shouted “Present Maces, Faggot!”

“Sir, Yes Sir!”, the Sergeant-at-Arms shouted back at the Drill Sergeant, then spat on his face and saluted him. He slammed his Command Staff on the Tympanum and shouted “Jock Epaulettiers, Present!”

The Epaulettiers immediately began their own march to the Altar. They reverently carried the Sacred Maces of the Legion of Jocks, the Baseball Bat and the Hockey Stick, the Mace handles resting on the palms of their white-gloved hands and the Mace heads resting on their epaulettes, and solemnly mounted them on the Altar as the Trumpets again played the Jock Anthem.

The Presentation of Maces complete, the Red Drill instructor again saluted the Sergeant-at-Arms, spat on his face, and shouted “A-transpose, Faggot!”

“Sir, Yes Sir!”, the Sergeant-at-Arms shouted back at the Drill Sergeant, and again spat on his face and saluted him, then turning around to face the assembled Legion shouted “Jock Centurions, A-transpose. Hike!” and slammed his Command Staff on the Tympanum.

Immediately, the Jock Centurions began executing the complex and elaborate transition to AT formation. Operating in Gleichschaltung their movements were powerful and precise, in total synchrony with one another. their muscular bodies displaying both solid masculinity and fluid grace.

When completed the long line down the Hangar had become a wide line along the Rampart.