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

Stacy Hazelton met again with Bill Rosenthal, the commissioner. The two were in the bar of the Full Moon Hotel, resting their hands on its smooth wooden bar counter. People were passing by them in the hotel, many turning their eyes elsewhere to their own business.

Safe to say Valefar's cleaned the entire place up, Stacy thought about the situation that was previously unfolding, involving Bright.

She recalled the time she and Howitzer were witnessing the return of Valefar's status as a Duke of Hell, in addition to his massive legions, demons of their own kind, but still wicked as the next hundred or so ones.

"How much you wanna bet we'll get killed by Silverton or the other demons?" Rosenthal blurted out as he chugged down his bottle of beer. In front of Stacy, was rounded glass filled with some wine.

"I don't believe that is the case."

Stacy and Rosenthal's Ticket Downstairs