"Avast ye! The grim reaper be havin’ a jolly time as floods swaller Central Europe whole! Yarrr!"
2024-09-16
Arrr, matey! A grim tale be told, as 17 scallywags have met Davy Jones, and thousands be cast adrift! The landlubbers say relief won't be on the horizon 'til the morrow, or perchance the day after—just enough time for a hearty grog! Arrr!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round and lend me yer ears, for I bear grim tidings from the landlubbers of Austria! A fierce tempest hath struck, claimin' the lives of at least 17 souls and sendin' thousands of scallywags scurrying from their homes like rats from a sinking ship!This be no ordinary squall, I tell ye! Nay, ‘tis a mighty storm that hath tossed the good folk about like cannonballs in a barrel! But wait, what’s this? An official, with a voice as gloomy as a foggy morn, be spoutin’ that relief be comin’ not before the morrow, and more likely, the day after that. Aye, they be waitin’ longer than a pirate sittin’ on a deserted isle with naught but a bottle of rum!