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

Is survival even worth it at this point? Valefar thought. He cherished his life, and he wasn't gonna let himself be put down like a fucking dog by the former soldier and human in front of him.

"What is survival to you know Denton!?" Valefar exclaimed as he charged on. The flames within him were burning inside, and he extended his arms, allowing a beam of flames to burst out and shoot itself forward to Denton.

Denton shifted to the right, before he fired a bullet from Brennan M1. Valefar's eyes shot themselves to the right, and he immediately dodged the damn bullet, nearly hitting his ear.

"I ain't never felt a damn thing even after all the fighting I've done with this thing."

"Fuck's sake, what the hell were you doing after the war?"

"Let's just say a couple of cities needed some help with some problems, in the form of would be criminals and murderers."

"Son of a-" Valefar started. "So you did some drip work did you!?"

The Soldier Burned in Darkness