#rush road

OCG: Deck Modification Pack: Hyperspeed Rush Road!

There are 5 cards per pack and 15 packs per box. The set contains 51 cards:

3 Rush Rares

4 Ultra Rares

6 Super Rares

16 Rares

22 Commons

The Super Rare and Ultra Rare cards are also available as Secret Rare.

Reprints of Sevens Road Magician & Rush Dragon Dragears as 2 of the 3 Rush Rares

RD/KP01-JP022 Akatsuki no Yuusha Lydacross (Brave of Dawn, Lydacross)

Level 7 LIGHT Warrior Effect Monster

ATK 2100

DEF 1500

Requirement: Return 2 monsters (Spellcaster) in your Graveyard to the Deck to activate.

Effect: Special Summon up to 2 monsters (Level 5 or lower/Spellcaster) from the hand to your side of the field in face-up position.

RD/KP01-JP016 Max Raider

Level 7 EARTH Warrior NormalMonster

ATK 2400

DEF 1400

オノを持つ戦士。極限まで自分を追い込み、肉体を鍛え上げた。二挺のオノを振り回す攻撃はかなり強い。

(A warrior who wield axes. He has trained his body, pushing himself to the limits. His attacks that swing two axes are quite strong.)

Green beds wetly stung with crickets laced with last year's forgotten seeds.

It's nearly autumn again.

Your calyx cup sewn shut out season rips its stitches.

The rain hunters run to.

Darling, your birth canal Is also your grave Where the winter sun is eaten And the earth coughs out a moon.

Your slender bones Draped in placental rose Have done with one rambling, Prepare for the next.

Pretty dead child Of packed daffodils and ivy unfreed You may, in fact, be all I need To remember myself.

Or maybe a wife With a mouth for fire. Anyway, you are a corpse Growing new skin in a rotting box.

I long to part your femurs, Duck through a bare arbor arch Scream and cry back Into the days of open windows.

Death put his hat back on I shipped him away

I sent him to the Sahara He wears a havelock I cover my neck

I have made him more foreign And less legion

Let strangers pop their bullets To explode his porcelain head I am in this war now I am burning every single shred Of white cloth in a hundred leagues

Especially his

He will lose his wretched hourglass In the infinite grains of Time Forget me like a lover

                        Because I will                                keep                                  on                               turning                         it upside down

You cannot treat the wounds you make, cannot set the break, the gash opened by your own lash.

The deer denies you to touch the arrow once left your bow, and once dove into her flesh. It is lost for last in the closing grove.

What recourse then, Herr Hunter-Doktor? Torn by desire to clean and mend, you are impotent, dumb and damned to the end.

The poison dripped cannot be cleared, though you burned your viper's hide. It is as you feared:

The days fluidly stutter by, The summer creeps to, night on night.

You web your bed From headboard to footboard.

But your body's unblackened, no firefly. No fire wire, burning telephone cord.

Not even a hot cell, Just lonely hell.