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Drip Work

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.

TaintedMetal · Fantasia
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164 Chs

A Blind Man and a Shout

Valefar folded his arms as he blitzed his way back to Little Italy, where he followed his Hellfire compass. His heart pounded as he was in the sky, his disguised arms thrusted backwards, as the wind blew through him, and he shot like a rocket throughout the journey.

He took out his Hellfire compass, and the compass blinked rapidly, faster than the human eye could as he stopped in between two buildings.

He shot himself downward, the mass of his body colliding with the wind. He swore he saw a figure walking unbelievably slowly. He side stepped to the right midair, as he landed on his feet. The ground slightly shattered, and he felt a circle of wind making contact with the buildings. He turned to his left to see a man with a dark caramel cane. The man's eyes were bulging.

Valefar bit his lips in surprise, before he looked on and waved gently toward the man. The man himself tilted his head left, and right, before he started to speak.