"Ye scallywags be watchin' fiery skies from yon Beirut hill, like it be some grand show of cannon fire!"
2024-11-25
Arrr, me hearties! Each night, a motley crew be gatherin’ on yon hill to witness the sky’s fury rainin’ down upon the southern burrows! A fine spectacle of mayhem, proving that what once be but a tall tale be now a jolly romp o' chaos! Avast!
These gallant folk perch upon the slopes, eyes wide as treasure chests, as if they be at a raucous tavern watching a merry brawl. 'Tis a ritual most peculiar, where they marvel at airstrikes, those fiery beasts that come a-knockin' on the doorsteps of the southern suburbs. Aye, it be proof enough that the world’s gone madder than a parrot on a rum spree! What was once just a tale told 'round a midnight fire is now writ large in the sky above.
So, there ye have it! A motley crew, witnessing the clash of thunderous might and the rumble of war. These brave souls remind us all that even in the darkest of times, humanity finds a way to gather and gawk at calamity, like a bunch of foolish seagulls squawkin’ over a dropped fish! Yarrr, what a world we sail upon!