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

"Get out of here people!" Satriano shouted at the top of his lungs towards all the men, women and youngsters that were around this part of town. 


They ran like chickens with their heads cut off. He wondered during his time in that 9th precinct cell, long before he had Dragon's Breath, just how often did these citizens have to be full of fear and panic because of these Hellfire Arms. 


Heck, Satriano was surprised that up until this point, there hasn't been any word from the President of the United States himself, Newman. Could the man himself be that confident the good guys of Hellfire Arm users. 


Satriano shook his head, remembering what Chance wanted him to do with Defici. The Haverton detective was wary of his revenge, Satriano's case of an eye for an eye for harming his father Emilio, The Haverton might grill him if he killed off Defici. After all, a talking bird was better than a dead one. 


Satriano vs Defici: Rage Rising, II