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

"I can't believe this." Valefar spoke at the sight of Karmoz. The crimson covering Karmoz's skin was flowing like water, it was moving. Karmoz's eyes were quite big, but they were anything but a perfect circle.

Karmoz jumped from the cloud he was on and landed on top of the roof, facing Valefar. He was only a tiny bit shorter than the Representative.

Valefar charged his right arm, causing Karmoz to dissolve into wet mist, before hovering into the air.

"Is this how you always greet people!?" Karmoz asked in a snickering laugh.

"Screw you! You ain't human from the start, and I swear, if the Gunsmith doesn't kill you, then I will!" He stopped at the sight of a beam of red light on his chest. It was shaped like a tiny circle, a dot. He looked to see a figure holding a rifle, standing on top of a roof top meters away.

Karmoz & Denton