So alot has changed since these first few post were made about BCE. IT has been decided to make the bce store into a three part series. A Prequel, The first book and a sequel. The Series will be called The BCE Tales. The full titles are as follows: The BCE Tales: The Back Logs, The BCE Tales: Body Crusher Enterprises, The BCE Tales: Pure World Inc.
Here are some previews from each book.
The back logs:
Alphonse made his way into the first floor of PWI. He walked along the center walkway calmly until he had reached the center of the room. He looked around at all the desks and offices. He adjusted his tie then looked back up.
“Everyone this is you Boss Alphonse Stova. I want you all out of my FUCKING BUILDING NOW!” Alphonse roared.
Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked towards their boss. They were all speechless and no one moved.
“Did I stutter, GET THE FUCK OUT!” Alphonse roared once more.
This time everyone quickly and quietly left the building. Alphonse walked up to the reception desk and lifted a small intercom device sitting on the desk.
“For everyone else in the building who hasn't herd. I have just fired all of the first floor staff. Everyone else in the building is also fired. If you do not leave I will have security escort you out. Yes that means security is still employed.” Alphonse shouted this order into the mic then looked at the woman behind the desk.
“Sir... what.. why?” The woman stuttered.
“I told you, your fucking fired. You had your chance to leave.” Alphonse said with a grin on his face.
Alphonse pulled a gun, that had been concealed, out of his pants. He raised it and pointed it at the woman's head. Without hesitation he pulled the trigger. He watched as the woman's face imploded like a watermelon. Her blood and pieces of her brain covered the wall behind her.
Alphonse laughed heavily as people from all 64 floor flooded out of the two employee elevators. As soon as each employee saw the dead woman they ran for the door. Alphonse continued to laugh as he watched a man leave the crowd and fall in-front of him. The man was lengthy with greasy black hair and a dark gray dress suit on.
“Sir Alphonse Stova. I must confess that I use to hate you. Siting at my desk talking to idiots everyday and watching you walk in and out of the building as you pleased. I even considered killing you a few times. Now I'm not quite sure what has caused you to change or what plans you have in store but I like it. What ever your plans are for the future I want in on it. From here on out I serve you and only you. Just promise me you will do something about this disgusting world we live in.” The lengthy man said.
“A so my first subordinate comes to me. Well I can promise you more than that, I'm going to destroy this world. You will be by my side. Now tell me your name!” Alphonse ordered.
“My old name is not worthy, Call me Salthazar.” Salthazar said proudly.
“Good, Salthazar it is then. From here on out you will call me sir or my lord. I don't want to here the name Alphonse every again. You got that?” Alphonse asked.
“YES SIR.” Salthazar shouted as he stood up and put his hand to his chest.
Alphonse stood next to Salthazar and watched as all of the ex-employees left the building. Alphonse threw his head back and laughed his ass off!
Body Crusher Enterprises:
By this point Trigger was seventeen and just like the majority of other high school students, he didn’t care much for the future. He sits in class vaguely paying attention, telling himself that education is pointless. Before long the students are shuffled outside for small break from classes just before lunch. Trigger made his way to where his friends were gathered and they resumed their aforementioned discussion.
Just as the discussion was hitting an all time low, Trigger noticed something out of the corner of his eyes. To his right was a small forest that lined one half of the school yard and to the left was a fence that separated the yard from the parking lot. As he gazed upon the fence, Trigger rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
He watched as a tall man walked across the top of the fence in a large black and red trench coat, completely unfitting to the blistering heat boring down on the students that stood outside of the shade. The man also wore a hood that protruded out from under the collar of the coat and covered most of his head and face. The last few things Trigger noticed before he turned away were the dark black jeans the man was wearing and a patch that was sewn on to one of the man’s shoulders. The patch had a strange skull with large horns pointing towards a ball of energy set above a set of letters that read “B.C.E”.
Pure World Inc.:
The man no older than 25 stood in front of the window looking out on the city in the distance. He was standing in an old abandoned house used as a over night stop. The house only had one floor. Most of the windows except for this one were boarded up. There was nothing but paper and dirt now scattered around the house.
The man was wearing a dark blue hoodie and a pair of dark blue jeans. The hoodie was pulled up concealing his face. On the front of the hoodie was a symbol sewn on near his chest. The symbol was of a skull with large horns and energy ball floating above its head. No words were written under this skull.
The man was not alone in the house there was another man much older than the first. This second man was wearing a tattered, stripped, button up shirt. He was also wearing a pair of black khaki pants. What was really strange about this man was that he had a neck but his head was concealed by a large Cylindrical mask. The mask was different it completely surrounded his head as if it were a bucket without a top or bottom. The mask at one time shined with and electrical blue color. Now the mask only had a faint dark blue color. The mask also contained a pair of round white eyes and a line for a mouth. The mouth was straight as if the wearer was trying to convey no emotions.
“Some times I wonder. If I had realized what my stepfather made me into sooner could I have save my brother? Could I have save my only nephew from this torment, this life of hell. But alas I thought my brother was dead, and at the time my anger like what my stepfather was spewing from his dreadful mouth.” The man in the mask said.
“That's all in the past now Joshua. Now it is time to defeat the man once called Alphonse, where ever he maybe.” The first man said.
“So your still going to call me Joshua, I can't convince you other wise?” Joshua, the man in the mask asked.
“Nope, and there is no point in discussing this any further. Lets go!”
Sun Feb 26, 2012 3:26 am