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

You have a very comfortable car Val." Sante Ricci's voice spoke in a calm smooth tone as he was sitting in the back of Valefar's car. The Representative was driving at the usual speed limit, going out of Little Italy and taking the left side towards the Ballend Bridge. It was much smaller than most of the giant bridges in the city. Ballend in particular wasn't anything special, it was just another connector from one place to the other. 


But it was unlikely that everyone took it for granted, Valefar figured. He'd had his share of seeing humanity being grateful at its best, while equally taking things for granted. Some humans genuinely prefer to learn the hard way. 


I am Many Things