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

"Hunch…" Elizabeth Mallory spoke with a mystical horrific tone. It was deep and shallow, distorted trembling even the ears of Hunch in front of her. While her right hand was holding the female hostage by the collar, her left hand was holding a blocky chrome green pistol with a large metallic barrel, with a darker shade than the overall body.

The ground felt lighter, as Chance and Rosenthal heard wood being disconnected. The entire mansion felt as light as a balloon. Rosenthal's eyes widened in horror as he looked out the window and started to see the city skyline far away. Hunch pushed his shoulder into Chance's chest, as the Haverton's hold of him was loose, and ran towards Mallory.

The red transparent man threw Misery towards Hunch.

A Hell of a Woman