[ WP ] Make up a country and convince me it 's real .

^*Whoosh* 
 
 There it is again. That sound, the sound of things flying over my head. I've been having things fly by me the entire time i've been here. Maybe one of these days it'll hit me that I actually live here. Or maybe I will just get hit with a bullet. Either way, I am just trying to survive here in this densely populated region I call home. My father lives here too. He always has told stories of our ancestors living in this land. Our ancestors had this believe that all things should be free. Explore. Fight. Love. This philosophy of innocence. They had to freedom to explore, to express it, and they lived it. They had it so easy. When they came, our attackers, we were no match for them. We were slaughtered mercilessly day after day. We had to fight to survive before, but when they came, they turned the tide on our existence. They were very smart, and highly advanced. They would camouflage themselves into their surroundings, blend in to hide from our unaware gaze. Then they would raise their weapon. *whoosh* things would fly past us. We would then run with haste and try to escape if we heard that whooshing sound. These guerrilla attacks were very effective. However, we had one advantage. We were faster then they were. This speed has kept us alive today. Fighting is never an option, however if we run and stay together, we will survive. 
 
 They have slowly trimmed down our numbers and kept us in isolated areas, and areas get smaller and smaller every time. They say they allow us to live freely, to keep our culture unique and distinct. I call bullshit. Every year, they come into our area and kill us. Last year it was my mom. Our family went out to the river for a fun day outing. We thought we were safe, it was our land, they knew that. The thing about being powerless is, if you ca n't express how you feel effectively to the people who control you, they will just keep doing what they feel like doing. 
 
 ^*Whoosh* 
 
 She fell. We barely escaped. She's gone, never to return. I miss her so much. These stories are all too common. But we live on, proudly and bravely. Some of us have started to scout our oppressors lands, to sneak back into places that we used to call home. We notice the land is very different. If we are caught, we usually just run, and we are ok. Some are n't so lucky. They are struck with a weapon they only my grandfather has started seeing everywhere. We still believe we can get through this even with all the violence. We strive for autonomy. For peace. Our leaders are very conflicting on what to do. It is chaos. If you are reading this, please tell our attackers to stop. Halt what they are doing. We can learn to live together if we try. We want them to reach out, but we do n't have the ability to do so. Just tell them they are causing us pain, and it needs to stop. Our land, it has a name. A DAMN NAME! It is called, our great country's name is called: 
 
 Deer in a suburban area.
