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 crimson figures that were standing on Quitely island were humanoid, not far from the ones Valefar had shot and killed prior to arriving at the 9th precinct, but the figures here were more active, had more energy within them.

Their arms morphed into arm blades or blunt like surfaces, charging on ahead toward the Representative who whipped out the Duke's Hellraisers, and allowed the bullets to fill them full of holes.

Valefar charged ahead, and kept on moving from side to side. He dodged one particular crimson figure that spat out crimson liquid at him, the said liquid being corrosive towards the ground once it made contact with it. Valefar jumped into the air as a crowd of crimson figures circled around him.

Quite the Chaos