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 charged on ahead toward Lark, he fired a curved shot before moving forward, the energy from Showdown running through his legs.

Lark dodged the bullet from Showdown, and he began to spray the streets with his bullets from the Ripper. McSweeney reacted, and he jumped to the sidelines of the street, before he whipped out Sucker Punch, and fired a giant shot at the top hat wearing Hellfire Arm user.

He budged slightly, and was pushed to the side, but Lark shrugged it off, shaking his head before he aimed the Ripper at the HAST member.

"Tough guy." McSweeney compared Lark to Graham, oh how things were much easier way back then in Morissey. He ran to the left of the street, before the Ripper's bullets started to catch up, and began to tore parts of his pants.

He winced in pain at the bullets passing by his skin, each tip of each bullet felt a thousand stings from hornets.

Quadruple Chaos