Aye, a mighty quake o' 7.7 shook the land, sendin' buildings to Davy Jones' locker in Burma and Thailand! Arr!
2025-03-28
Arrr! A mighty shake o’ the earth, a 7.7 in strength, struck Burma and Thailand! Buildings be crashin’ like a ship in a storm, and lads and lasses be scurrying like scallywags from Davy Jones himself! 'Twas a right ruckus, I tell ye! Avast ye, hold onto yer hats!
From the depths of the earth, tremors were felt far and wide, reachin' even the shores of India and China. The full tally o' injuries and losses be still shrouded in the fog o' uncertainty, much like a treasure map with half the clues missin'. Aftershock, ye say? A 6.4 beast followed, causin’ even the brave souls in Bangkok to scuttle outdoors, prayin’ there be no more trouble from the depths!
As if a scene straight from a sea shanty, a video surfaced showin' a tall building in Bangkok keelin’ over with a mighty crash, dust risin’ like a ghost ship from the depths. The local constables rushed to the site, but the numbers o' workers trapped remained a mystery as dark as Davy Jones' locker.
The quake's epicenter was in Myanmar, and the waters from high-rise pools sloshed about, as if the sea itself be in a raucous fight. Prime Minister Shinawatra called for an emergency meetin’, doubtless to weigh the treasure lost!
With over 17 million souls in the greater Bangkok area, many dwellin' in those tall towers, the alarms sounded like cannon fire, sendin’ the citizens into the streets, lookin’ for shade from the midday sun. Reports of damage and injured folk be pourin’ in, while the search fer survivors begins amidst the chaos. What a day fer a pirate’s tale, eh? Arrr!