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

The Tall Rat stayed true to its nature as a rat: hated, treacherous and dangerous. Valefar kept the rat within the grip of his left hand as he flew across town, leaving Chance and McSweeney to the street level and going for Jack Lark.

If I could get that top hat wearing man to shoot me, the shadows might help me subdue him. He thought about the easiness of persuading a Hellfire Arm user to shoot him with their Arm, seeing how it would give him the free pass of attacking head-on.

But dammit it hurts, Valefar thought about the second time got shot by a user, Robert Neal in this case.His thoughts were disturbed by the panic-like sound the Tall Rat was giving.

"What was that little shit?" Valefar spoke as he brought the rat to his ear. "Louder!" he released the grip from the rat slightly, the rat soon breathing in the air.

"To hell with you Representative!" the Tall Rat spoke.

Pest Control