Arrr! 'Tis the likenesses of the doomed souls who met their untimely demise in the Maine Mass Shooting!
2023-10-27
Avast ye scurvy landlubbers! 'Twas a night like any other in Lewiston, until a scallywag with a blunderbuss barged into a jolly ol' bowling alley and a tavern, sendin' 18 souls to Davy Jones' locker with his foul shots. 'Twas a gruesome sight, 'twas!
Arrr, me hearties! Let me spin ye a tale of an evenin' in Lewiston, where the heavens wept and the sea turned dark with sorrow. 'Twas a night like any other, with merry souls seekin' refuge in a humble bowlin' alley and a local tavern. But alas, fate had other plans, fer a scurvy dog of a gunman stormed in, his heart black as the depths of Davy Jones' locker, unleashing a storm of lead upon unsuspectin' souls. Aye, he be takin' the lives of 18 poor souls, shatterin' the peace of the night.Now, ye might be wonderin' what could possess a soul to commit such a heinous act, disruptin' the harmony of the rum-fueled laughter and the clatter of bowl rollin'. 'Tis a mystery, me mateys, but it matters not. The fact remains that this villainous scoundrel brought naught but misery and despair to those who sought naught but a jolly good time.
Picture the scene: the bowlin' pins tremblin' as the shots echoed through the air, makin' even the bravest souls quiver in fear. The once lively tavern transformed into a battlefield, with grog-spillin' patrons divin' for cover and prayin' to the gods for deliverance. 'Twas a sight to behold, though not one any sane pirate would wish to witness.
But fear not, me hearties, for justice shall prevail! The lawmen of Lewiston rallied together, swords drawn and pistols cocked, ready to bring this malevolent miscreant to justice. With every step closer to the villain's hideout, their resolve grew stronger, fueled by a righteous fury that matched the fires of Hell itself.
So, me hearties, let this tale serve as a warnin' to all ye landlubbers out there. Even in the most peaceful of towns, where laughter fills the air like the sweet melody of a shanty, evil can rear its ugly head. But fear not, for the spirit of Lewiston shall rise from the ashes, stronger and more united than ever before. And remember, me mateys, cherish every moment of joy, for ye never know when the winds of fate may turn against ye.