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

Angus O'Malley's upper body was dangling from the bottom side of the balcony that laid upon the warm brown colored apartments that were stacked like dominoes over in the Heights, the place got its name just for how tall its buildings were. Every 4 or 5 floors, these buildings would have a short balcony for certain apartments, not all of them had the luxury to see a glimpse of downtown. 


Then again, you wouldn't want to get out there in the morning and be greeted with smoke, cars honking or people swearing. People had standards too when it came to starting a new day, even if you didn't have a job. 


Chance put the pedal to the metal in his car, driving alongside Stacy to the location of where the body was located. Stacy herself saw people walking at a fast pace, and felt the lifeless air over the window on her side which she lowered a bit. She looked at his face, his eyes were furrowed, his mouth was straight. 


Somebody Different