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

<p>Money talks big, it also can talk in a rich manner, to be able to increase your wealth as long as you put your time and energy into gaining it. As the next day arrived for Holt, it was literal bullshit. Lying was never in Holt's book of principles, his parents ensured that he'd be an honest joe from day 1 of his childhood, when he learned how to speak.  </p>

<p>The preparations for his father's funeral were still underway, as his mother Dina still refused to allow any of Holt's boxing money go into the pocket of the funeral. For the while, she was preparing everything with her own money. It pierced Holt's heart, but he couldn't argue with her logic. Money wasn't just money in her own eyes, even if it's just valuable green paper by the end of the day.  </p>

Money Talks, II