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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

Valefar stuck around to witness the transport of the remaining Hellfire Arm users towards Hell. Similar to how he had Chance transported, a large black hole with orange linings going in a circular motion appeared in front of the Hellfire Arm users.

Hunch, Odette and Johnson: all three had the exact same horrified look on their faces. Hunch in particular felt the beating of his heart was at an extreme pace. Johnson gritted his teeth, as he turned towards Valefar.

"I hope I don't fucking get fried in Hell Representative!" he shouted as he felt Hunch's fear spreading toward him. The owner of the Hellfire Arm Misery had his own teeth clattering just at the thought of arriving in Hell itself.

"Sorry Johnson, can't guarantee that." Valefar spoke with his hands in his pocket, as the officers looked on ahead at the strange sight of the portal appearing.

"The hell is that thing?" one asked.

Another Cleanup, Another Ounce of Trouble