In our tireless efforts to make M.O.M (the game app clan for the chronologically advanced) a growing, improving, evolving, largely disease-free experience for players of Dogfight (the game app for the video gaming disadvantaged underachiever) The Star Chamber (the game app clan administrators with no sense of time management priorities and the unmitigated gall to communicate among themselves) has decided to implement a change in how M.O.M's membership roster has heretofore been structured. The Star Chamber is all about streamlining to free up more time for punching paparazzi in the mouth.
Henceforth, we'll no longer distinguish between of-age and under-age M.O.Ms.
And so, as the M.O.M Prodigy Squad sinks slowly in the west we bid a fond farewell to the last clinging vestige of giving-a-rip-what-age-you-are and we welcome the dawning of the era of who-gives-a-rip-about-anything-as-if-we-ever-did here in M.O.M, the game app clan for people of all ages who are, in their charred black hearts, both super-size old and deep-dish mean. And as long as the lovely Lesa, the mysterious Susi-Harakiri and the precociously cute-like-a-bug Jet12345 remain M.O.Ms the "Men" thing remains as irrelevant as a WWII carrier in a WWI game.
Thank you, Prodigies, for your diligent service to M.O.M, and goodbye.
Congratulations, former Prodigies, on your new status as full-fledged M.O.Ms. Which you all already always anyway were.
Next up: open elections! Featuring gerrymandering, Super PACs, rigged voting machines, hanging chads, pocketed supreme courts, secret police "supervision", the M.O.M proletariat gagged and intimidated by the Star Chamber elite, and cake. Lots of cake.
Welcome to the New M.O.M Order. Same as the old order, only new.
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