Arrr, matey! The game be set when cannons roared, but nary a pistol in sight to ruin the fun!
2024-11-02
"Arrr, me hearties! This contraption be makin' armor as useless as a barnacle on a sunken ship! Aye, toss yer breastplates overboard, for nothin' can stand against this devilish contrivance!"
Ahoy matey! Gather 'round, fer I’ve got a yarn to spin 'bout a curious contraption that be threatenin’ to render all fine armor as useless as a soggy biscuit! Aye, ye heard me right! Just imagine, if ye can, a fearsome battleground where the brave lads of the sea be sportin' shiny plate, only to find themselves outmatched by a wee gadget that be turnin’ their metal into mere tin foil!