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

Bright had his moments of fighting before, his past life as a Union soldier was no exception. At the time, he was bright minded within society, in addition to using a gun in general.

He had never counted the men he had killed, even before gaining the Crimson '45. Right now, in front of him, this was no man at all.

Valefar became annoyed at the sight of Bright bring pulled up by the lack of gravity as a result of the crimson skies. Had the crimson man did something to it prior to coming here?

Either way, the street below looks like a trap, he thought about the thick coat of crimson on the streets, barely showing any cement.

"You won't be dead and placed six feet under Bright."

"No." Bright charged on ahead, shocking Valefar as the crimson man's mist became a fiery inferno. He grabbed Valefar by the neck, before he shoved the Crimson' 45's barrel into his mouth. "Your death will be slow."

Crimson Beatdown