"Write a story idea based on a phobia" - Peladophobia, the fear of baldness. 【MISC.】

"Write a story idea based on a phobia" - Peladophobia, the fear of baldness.
They killed everyone I loved. They came into our village and MURDERED everyone. Now we are just one of them. Our village was eaten and swallowed by a city far greater in size and "glory", at least they told us. They came to "educate" us, telling us words of gunpowder and God, and that He loved us too, despite the crimes we didn't even know we committed. And I stand here now in that horrible line, the buzzsaw just fifteen brothers and sisters ahead of me. Grinding our heritage into pieces to become a symbol of the unknown, the holy. We prided ourselves on the unkempt, the chaotic, but most chaotic to us is the constraint of law. This law they want us to spread, against our wills. All in the name of someone we don't know. A symbol. The buzzsaw drew closer, louder; tension rose in my chest as I felt I was about to explode. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. We were perfectly happy with being nobodies in the middle of nowhere. Why did they have to come and step on us? What did we do? The hairless fiends riddled us with bullets to atone for what sin? What god preaches peace a crime? Three people in front of me. My heart is screaming blood throughout my body: blood I am sure will be spilled in the cloud of a volcanic eruption from my head in mere moments. Two people. One person. It was my turn.
"Welcome to boot camp, soldier."