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

Hunch Harvey became a well of information, about the Drippers. The former Hellfire Arm user of Misery who was in his late 40s did more than sing like a bird when it came to Drip Work Inc: he led an entire symphony.

He gave him certain names of Drippers, and what they were like, what their faces looked like. Even better for Valefar, Hunch was able to use his eyes as a projection to show Valefar what the Drippers looked like the last time he saw them.

Clothes didn't matter in terms of what a Dripper may look like, it was the face that counted, even though Drippers were known to look as casual as the next citizen.

Bright had set up the organization a while back, long before Hunch met him. At the time, he was still hanging out with Wes Riskell's crew, including Lloyd Howitzer and the early Hellfire Arm user, Graham.

Passing Through the Bay, V