It all begins here…

I sized up my opponent. He looked nasty and hell bent to maul my face.

Maybe I might have pricked his underbelly a few times in past. From his face, it looked like he would flatten me with his broad massive girth of a body. Anyways looks couldn’t kill, could they?

So who exactly am I? And how did I manage to get myself into such deep shit?

It would give me immense pleasure to introduce myself. I am Agent X and I work in His Highness’ Deer Hunting Organization.

Of course, the guy in front of me was no deer. It was just that His Highness loved his little joke. We were into the alien hunting business. The one in front of me was the ardent criticizer of our way of working!

By the way, I don’t like my title. Agent X might have held some sort of secretive charm eons ago. But now every two penny organization has some dozen Agent X-es in each of their twenty wings. I better like my nickname. At the very least it differentiates me.

The hideous boar was getting very testy. So was I.

He charged upon me, wanting to bear me down with his momentum. You might have guessed my next move. Maybe you would say, “This asshole would just sidestep, letting the alien go by as he won’t be able to arrest his momentum in time. And then, this Agent X would thrust down the knife in the back of the helpless boar.”

You might have been right if I were dealing with a human being or some other Earthian animal. But I wasn’t.

I was dealing with a barrel-chested alien with a vicious scar on his snout and his thousand doppelgangers. You could never imagine side-stepping a thousand aliens and thrusting your knife in each one of them at the same time.

You see, this alien belonged to the genus Asshole and branch Hard Time. He had one distinctive trait that differentiated him from rest of the aliens. And that was, he sometimes materialized as one and sometimes as many.

He was the product of quantum entanglement you won’t like to get enmeshed into. The million forms that he took were exact replica of each other and they all performed the same action. They were indeed formidable and they inundated their opponent by sheer strength of many.

But nature always compensates. When she gave them their numbers, she took away their brains. No other creature, except perhaps for Rolly Possy could match them in their extremely feeble, almost non-existent reasoning abilities.

It did not take long to discover his Achilles Heel. This gargantuan wasn’t indefatigable after all. I discovered as I feinted and dodged his attack, that he had to dispense with a large amount of energy in maintaining a horde of his look-alikes.

I went on cutting them down, their size and strength dwindling rapidly. After just a few moments, I looked at the falling body of the last doppelganger (or maybe the original?), a dagger jutting out of his chest (in an anatomically different position than the human’s), and blue blood oozing out.

One more alien down…

Maybe I didn’t tell you how I managed to get myself into this deep shit? Well, that’s a story for another time.

Meanwhile you must call me by the name I like.

I am Alienman. And this is my story…