Sanguinary- Way Back Wednesday
Since many of you are new to the stack, every Wednesday will now be Way Back Wednesday, where I will be reposting a passage featured both on this substack, and in both of my vocabulary books, which you may purchase here (Pt. 1) and here (Pt. 2)
“Campers versus counselors dodgeball game”- Ancient Egyptian Art style
Sanguinary- bloodthirsty; marked by extreme violence or bloodshed
Ex: The camp counselor let out a piercing sanguinary wail of a battle cry before unleashing an absolute laser beam of a dodgeball throw right into his little camper’s gut. He had hardly even waited for the breathless *gasp* as the air expelled from the boy’s lungs before turning and firing back an even more devastating missile into another tiny dork’s bespectacled face. It turns out the camp director was implementing a New Orleans Saints’ style bounty system in which counselors were receiving cash under the table for dishing out vicious dodgeball blows to the most annoying of campers. Last Summer one of the victims had his chest turned into one of those weird concave chests that you’re able to fill up with cereal to eat out of like a bowl. And we all know what a concave chest will do to a kid’s personality. It suddenly becomes one of their go-to talking points. What a sad, pathetic existence that is. There is no way back for a concave chest kid. At least being on the spectrum is kind of cool these days. There’s no silver lining to this chest crater, there’s no shimmering silver edge to the top of this chest canyon. Having an indented chest just flat out fucking sucks.