"Arrr! A fiery doom in yon tavern claimed many a soul, leavin' over a hundred poor scallywags singed and sore!"
2025-03-16
Avast ye! A fiery beast unleashed its wrath upon a merry den o' revelry in Kocani, claimin' the lives of 51 souls and givin' a nasty scaldin' to over 100 more! 'Twas a ruckus fit for Davy Jones himself on that fateful Sunday morn! Arrr!
Ahoy mateys! Gather 'round, for a tale of tragic misfortune from the shores of North Macedonia! A fiery inferno erupted in a joint known as the Pulse nightclub, claiming the lives of 51 souls and leaving more than a hundred others singed, like bacon on a hot griddle! The fateful hour was 2:35 a.m., during a merry jig by some pop sea shanty singers. Blame it on pyrotechnic mischief, says the Interior Minister, Panche Toshkovski—sparks flew, and lo! The club became a blazing shipwreck!Injured landlubbers were whisked away to hospitals, their skin roasted like a holiday turkey, while neighboring lands like Albania and Bulgaria rushed forth to lend a hand. The old nightclub’s bones were once a carpet warehouse, now turned into a fiery tomb! The roof did a mighty collapse, and the police cordoned off the scene, searching for answers amid the ashes.
Prime Minister Hristijan Mickoski lamented, “A sad day indeed! The pain be immeasurable!” Aye, it be a day of sorrow, but justice be brewing, with talk of investigations and a scallywag already caught by the long arm of the law. So raise yer tankards, me hearties, and let’s remember the lives lost in this fiery debacle! Yarrr!