"All be alone in the black abyss: the frightful tale o' Bangladeshi's hidden dungeon of doom, arrr!"
2024-10-17
Arrr, in the House o' Mirrors, the poor souls were driven mad as sea dogs in a storm! Now, with the wench Sheikh Hasina off the plank, those scallywags be spillin' their tales o' woe like a leaky ship! Aye, what a jolly sight!
Ahoy, matey! Gather 'round fer a tale as twisted as a ship's riggin'! In the fabled House of Mirrors, where sanity be as scarce as a good rum ration, political prisoners found themselves bein’ tossed about like a ship in a storm. The cruel mistress, Sheikh Hasina, had a penchant fer pushin’ lads ‘n lasses to the brink o’ madness, leavin’ ‘em teeterin’ on the edge of Davy Jones’ locker!Now, with that scallywag gone, the ghosts of the past be risin’ like the tide, spillin' their tales of woe! They say it be like lookin’ in a funhouse mirror, where reflections be twistin’ ‘n turnin’, and ye can’t tell if ye be seein’ yerself or a monstrous beast. The poor souls be ramblin’ on 'bout their torturous days, stuck in a place where reason be thrown overboard like old barnacles. Madness be their only shipmate, and death lurked like a hungry shark, ready to take a bite!
So hoist the sails o’ laughter, me hearties! For these scallywags be sharin’ their yarns of survival ‘n folly, turnin’ their tribulations into a raucous celebration. Raise a tankard to their bravery, fer they faced the storm and lived to tell the tale, even if it be a tad topsy-turvy!