Arrr, the Congo be lettin' loose over 700 scallywags after a stampede turned the jail into a ruckus!
2024-09-22
Arrr, matey! Aye, 129 souls met Davy Jones when them scallywags attempted to flee the wretched Makala Prison, where conditions be worse than a barnacle-covered ship! Overcrowdin’ be so fierce, ye’d think the place be a drunken tavern on a Saturday night! Har har!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather ‘round as I spin ye a yarn of wretched woe from the Makala Prison, a den more foul than a bilge rat’s backside! This cursed place be a veritable hellhole, where more souls be cramped than a ship’s hold on a foggy morn. Aye, it seems that even the scallywags within couldn’t take it no longer, and in a fit of desperation, they hatched a plan to break free from this dismal dungeon.But alas! The winds of fortune be not in their favor, and instead of a grand escape, a ruckus erupted, leading to a mighty clash that sent at least 129 poor souls to Davy Jones’ locker! Can ye imagine? A band of desperate swabs tryin’ to flee, only to find themselves meetin’ the grim reaper faster than ye can say “X marks the spot!” The prison be so overcrowded it could make even the hardiest pirate feel claustrophobic, and the conditions be as appealing as a moldy piece of ship’s biscuit.
So, me hearties, let this be a lesson to ye! Beware the temptations of prison life, for it be a treacherous sea indeed, where even the bravest buccaneers can find themselves in a pickle. And remember - a life of plunder be far better than such a fate!