Arrr! Aye, the cannons be blastin’ in Darfur’s market, takin’ down scores o’ landlubbers! What a ruckus, matey!
2025-03-25
Arrr, matey! That ruckus in the busy bazaar, what some be callin’ a war crime, be a jolly grim reminder o’ the bloodshed from both crews in this two-year squabble. Aye, the toll be weighin’ heavier than a treasure chest o’ lead!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather ‘round and lend me yer ears, for I’ve a tale of woe from a market that be bustling with the jolly chatter o’ folk buyin’ their loot. Alas! A thunderous blast rang out, and the good folk found themselves in a right pickle, as monitors be callin’ it a war crime—an accusation fit for a scallywag, I tell ye!