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's eyes felt the crimson mist slowly hovering his eyes, as the space around him began to fill up with the mist, whispering through his ears, before howling at one point.

He looked down to see Bright's crimson liquid corroding his own body, making its way all over his body, including his decapitated arm.

"Look around you." Bright spoke as Chance began to see the city skyline disappear from his view, instead showing the outlines of a large giant field, and the sounds of cannons and single gunfire invaded his ears.

"What do you see?" the crimson man added, before Chance saw hundreds to thousands of men wearing dark blue uniforms. Several of them had hats the same color as their uniforms. They were full of vitality, energy and bravery.

Union soldiers, Chance recognized the men's uniforms, before he turned toward Bright.

The World as a Sculptor