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

"Can't believe I'm doing this…" Holt said to himself as he rushed towards the seemingly empty street where Tommy Conway was shooting against the masked Dripper. The Dripper, who was cloaked in the darkness, raised his pistol as the sound of water being thrashed was heard by Holt from behind.

"The hell?" Holt exclaimed as he saw the sight of the shadow shark's fin once more, going toward him. Conway stopped his firing, and turned toward Holt. He fired his Hellfire Arm upon the shark jumping from out of the street.

The bullets came out of the large barrel, and they stung the shadow shark all the way to its body. Holt looked at the hostile Dripper, being pushed ahead with bullets seemingly hitting them, although they were unseen by the naked eye.

Holt pulled the pin to the white grenade in his hands, before he gave it a roll underneath the shark.

Reunited