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

As Stacy barged into the door of Chance's office, Fang was grasped by her in her hands, and she saw Chance himself being knocked to the end of the wall, she saw a transparent being. She saw the outline of the being's clothes which weren't very far off from the Haverton detective. 


She froze for seconds as Chance threw a punch towards the being, but the being sidestepped and jabbed Chance near the detective's gut. 


"Go ahead missy. Go ahead!" Buster Hardin felt his hands up and laughed. "Besides, you hurting me means that this detective here gets hurt as well."


"The hell?" Chance followed as he got back on top of his two feet as his eyes caught sight of the other detective. "Stacy?"


"I don't remember seeing this...this...transparent man when I first saw you grabbed Showdown."


Total Argument