Comrade Duck

The entirety of Revenge of the Dreamers III is another well produced, high quality hip-hop album. And the opening track speaks for itself. It's one of my favorites on the album.

Wait. Are you OG Dharc or are you Dark? I wanna be sure.

The Hunted Those final moments were very somber. The world seemed to slow down. The bells stopped ringing. The silence became deafening. The satisfaction of death seemed to come too soon. As he lay there dying, he clutched his slit throat, clinging to life by sheer will. He gargled and felt the heat of his blood drip between his fingers. His head hanged low as he stared into his reflection in his own pool of blood. He smiled and accepted his fate. He kicked away his weapon with the last of his strength and passed it along to another. An unusual contract was now forming in this death. A dying man's final wish could neither be stopped nor rejected. All the while, the end of their journey had revealed itself. Yet, he would not see this through to the very end. Instead, someone would take his place and fulfill the role he could not. BGM: The Hunter "You cannot will me a weapon such as this," Kratos said as the hilt of Nozarashi bumped into his heel. "It's... not... my will," Kenpachi managed to spit up. Kratos' twin blades dripped behind his back with Kenpachi's blood. He felt no remorse for his foe. That is all Kenpachi was. But even a Spartan could not refuse a dying man's wish. Kratos kneeled and picked up Nozarashi in his hands. It hummed just as it did when Kenpachi. He stared into the blade, his reflection staring back at him. The ash on his skin had returned. His scars were sharpened and the mark that branded him glowed brightly. Without warning, a bright, golden light erupted from Nozarashi and engulfed Kratos and Kenpachi both. It dimmed as suddenly as it appeared. Nozarashi took upon its Bankai form and showed no signs of reverting. Kratos resented this. This weapon was an eyesore. It infuriated him. With all of his might, Kratos let out a scream and swung Nozarashi down upon Kenpachi, cleaving him in two. He waited patiently as Kenpachi stopped moving, for Nozarashi to disappear. However, it remained tightly clenched in his hand. Kratos frowned as he stared into the bloody mess that Kenpachi once was. While his bout with Kenpachi was over, it was clear his duty here was not. Still holding Nozarashi, Kratos turned around to face whomever he must. He had heard every word spoken behind him. He threw Nozarashi over his shoulder with ease and stood still. He huffed once and balled his free hand into a fist. "No one is truly immortal," he declared.

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Two episodes to go. Ready for the Queen to die and I don't mean Cersei. Almost to the end boys.