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

Valefar dodged the attacks from Defici whose crimson mist grew slightly bigger. It was like fighting Trent again, minus the Hellfire Arm. 


The Representative needed him dead, for the most obvious of reasons. After all, Valefar had to compensate for helping a blind man gain his sight once more. 


"Why won't you die!?" Defici spoke as he continued to miss Valefar's upper chest. The Representative zig zagged as he was moving backwards, his flaming right hand allowing itself to build up as the adrenaline in him pumped up. 


I'm the Representative