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

Chance didn't mind giving the keys to his Deckard for Stacy and Voyde to use and get to whatever the hell was going on on the other side of town. He took the scenic route to meet up with Rosenthal and Satriano. 


He thought about the latter as he jumped from building to building. Each jump was meters away and truly lifted him away from the ground, each time the tip of his shoes touched a building, it was a slingshot to the other. 


He ignored the people whose eyes were glued to his jumps. How the people saw him and the other Hellfire Arm users weren't any of his importance right now. 


But the people can't turn a blind eye, Chance sadly thought as he recalled his behaviour at the Angus O'Malley crime scene. He shook his head, grunting at his own actions towards that civilian who lended out his voice, to think all that man wanted to do was to speak out on behalf the people, on what they were really feeling right now. 


Fully Established Demon