TaintedMetal

Once upon a millennium ago, there was a Gunsmith from Hell, and he made hellish guns with abilities that were beyond human: Hellfire Arms. Of course, using these guns required a certain price: the human soul

But a "mishap" in Hell has caused many of the Arms to drop in the east coast city of Morissey, where not everyone is exactly a saint

In this fantastical representation of 1940's America, private investigator Chance Gordon works with the city's finest in order to get the Hellfire Arms back where they belong before the human race is slaughtered by Hellfire.

Bullets will be exchanged, and bodies will hit the floor.

Drip Work

The multiple police cars carrying civilians were packed to the brim as if the remaining grenades from the Hellfire crate weren't enough. 


In addition to that, there were also strange bottles filled with liquid. The colors varied with darker shades of red, blue, green and orange. 


Ford called in backup to secure the area where Earl Wayne Johnson was last fought at, before his supposed escape thanks to Bright. Chance and his colleagues arrived at the 9th precinct, where all the other officers escorted went inside to rest. Officers who were stationed at the precinct soon took off, following Ford's orders, if not carrying civilians to their homes or local hospitals in case anyone was injured. 


Laying Low