Good news everyone. /k/ has embraced Hazbin Hotel as a /k/ paradise. One of us, one of us.
"Hell's a libertine anarchy, for the most part.
Formerly mortal overlords fight turf wars over casino and bar-laden cities, whilst Hell's aristocracy chills, away from the action, leaving the damned to their devices.
Where there's a will there's a way - some demons can even spawn their own weapons.
Half of Hell's science runs on bullshit, and the Rule of Cool, to entice you to sin more - you could have that shitty, space-age looking Gyrojet rifle, and have it fire it's rockets with pinpoint accuracy, while having the same range as a Long Tom, and the explosive mass of a Raketensprenggranate.
Things only get real for a spot of drama.
Weapons manufacturers, from the humble assembly line worker to the ultra-rich magnate could all wound up in Hell, and continue doing what they do best: make guns.
Sure, you have your Victorian era inventors with jet-powered airships and your spunky rebel chicks with fireworks on steroids...
Hell's all guns, black jack and hookers.
Knock yourself out, /k/ - you've reached Nirvana."