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

Holt remained in the Midnight Owl as the hour past by. He just recalled that he had to get his father's car from the local mechanic, but Cultro pretty much spoiled that task to the Teganos, who opted in agreement that they'll send someone to get the car and bring it to the Owl, for Holt to bring back home later.

Holt went to a local payphone that was hanging on the wall. He took the first one of the 5 available there. Punching in the number of the apartment his mother was in, he received a call from her.

"Son!" she shouted. "Are you okay? There was a strange shaking and storm outside!"

"Yeah, mom, I'm holed up at a restaurant when it happened." Holt lied. Well, for the most part he wasn't lying but he left key details out. He sighed as he had to say those words, without the truth in them. People want the truth, nobody wants to be lied straight in their faces or on the phone, but sadly, some people couldn't accept the bitter truth.

Collection Call (2023 update: expansion discontinued; please read author's thoughts)