[ WP ] In the near future , after decades of overprotective parenting , you 're one of the few people left on Earth who is n't allergic to peanuts . And Earth has just been attacked by a race of peanut aliens .

I was the leader of the Last Frontier of Humanity. 100 people do n't make much of a Frontier but it was half the Earth's population. They killed us in droves, a simple touch leaving us catatonic and drooling on the floor. Even with my Blessing, I had to watch my brothers and sisters fight for their last breath. 
 
 But I survived. 
 
 After 10 years of those monsters trying to kill me, I survived! The Frontier survived! As I stand before the doors of our last bastion, with my blood-siblings behind me, that is the only thought in my mind. 
 
 As a soft breeze blew against, I tilted my head back and took it in the fresh air. I could smell their salty skins in the distance. I could hear their boots crunching over our land, over the bodies of our people. And I rejoiced. 
 
 We are the Last Frontier because we will be the only frontier humanity needs to win this war. We have been working on a weapon that will crush those monsters into pieces. 
 
 As the march of the peanut aliens came closer, I looked at my comrades, each of them in the eye. I donned my helmet, drew my hammer, and turned to the peanut army gathering in the horizon. 
 
 Their soldiers wore nothing on them, their half-oval, half-cylindrical bodies supported by limbs that were extensions of their outer shell. They did n't need armour, or they thought they did n't. Their shells had worked for so long, they were getting arrogant. Their mouths crackled as they moved, dropping skin-like flakes on the ground. Each of them stood at 4 feet tall. They were small but they were many. 
 
 `` Bring it out,'' I ordered. 
 
 Behind me, the doors of the castle burst open, and a mechanical robot stepped out. Inside, was my second-in-command, operating the machine. But that was n't the secret. No, no. The secret was in the arms, which were made of giant circles. Inside the circles were pistons that could move forward toward the inner side of the circle. 
 
 I had named it the Nutcracker. 
 
 35 more of these machines rolled out of the gates, standing tall behind our vanguard. 
 
 With a hoarse voice, I yelled, `` Charge!'' 
 
 The peanut army trampled army trampled the ground before, an army that was 20, 000 strong. But we charged faster and harder, our limbs burning as we threw ourselves against the wave of anthropomorphic snacks. 
 
 They surrounded us, but the Nutcracker overwhelmed them by the With every blow of my hammer, with every bite of their smooth insides, I was winning my people's freedom. 
 
 `` Fuck peanuts!'' 
 
 
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