I would've continued by adding the following sequence:
Spoiler
It was he who foretold of all these things coming to be, it was he alone and not the false prophets who now stalked the land, not the Pharisees who were now castigated by the fire from the sky, not the sorcerers or the astrologers or the Whoracles of Dolphin. They were fools to have laughed at him, yet now he offered them a chance at salvation, should they follow his path. So they did, for after all, it was he who begged the Pharaoh to let his people go, yet the Lord hardened Pharaoh's heart and so did the Pharaoh confiscate Moses' slaves rather than have Moses free them. The Pharaoh instead sold them to the Pharisees and their cotton farms and glue factories, despite Moses' impassioned please.
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The Pharaoh then unleashed his men to seize Moses, yet he ran and the Pharaoh's men gave chase, hunting him down like a dog till he arrived at the shores of the Reed See. Then from the heavens came a lance of purest white light, and the men of the Pharaoh were punished for their wickedness and turned to ash.
Thus spoketh Moses, and so likewise did he now rebuke his flock for their own wickedness, and so did they admit their own shame.
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The Pharaoh then unleashed his men to seize Moses, yet he ran and the Pharaoh's men gave chase, hunting him down like a dog till he arrived at the shores of the Reed See. Then from the heavens came a lance of purest white light, and the men of the Pharaoh were punished for their wickedness and turned to ash.
Thus spoketh Moses, and so likewise did he now rebuke his flock for their own wickedness, and so did they admit their own shame.
(The rest of the stuff I spoilerized still totally happened though. The government chased him for his abolitionist views and whatever, and he ran to the Reed Sea, where a misdirected Shepistani railgun strike vaporized his pursuers. Then at this great omen he became a prophet.)
EDIT:
BAH, I removed it all. In hindsight, it wasn't so clever. I'll go pursue Loinstar's Moreau story tomorrow.
Here's what I removed though:
Spoiler
NEAR the Shepistani Zone, Pendleton
Those living at the far outskirts of Dogadishu and Eel were lucky enough to have avoided the brunt of the thermonuclear bombardment. Even more so were those situated in the lands upwind, for they would be spared from the fallout. The prevailing winds came from the sea, the Reed Sea, which came through the bay and blew the irradiated particulates downwind towards the less fortunate.
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Even now, a mass exodus was occurring. Those spared from the worst of the nuclear holocaust left the devastation of their homes, seeking shelter in lands less ravaged. There were those who had subscribed to Pendleton's various privatized civil defense programs. Others had tuned in to the privatized weather stations and had the sense to flee before the winds brought fallout to their homes. There were slaves amongst them, some freed, others escapees from captivity who used the wartime chaos to make themselves scarce. There were abolitionists, cast out of their homes by the angry mobs of slaver cults who sought to burn them in mass pyres in retribution for the pox that had befallen their lands. It was pandemonium in Pendleton. For many of the population, a biblical cataclysm had transpired, the coming of the Shepistanis much like the occurrence of the book of Revelations for those who believed in the Jesus Man.
This unseemingly mob, in the ordeals of survival, had somehow come together and bonded. Those slaves who had brutally killed their owners and stolen their foods reluctantly shared theirs with freemen, those who were doctors or other professions with skills to help them and the makeshift community they formed. Many of these freemen had abolitionist tendencies, for it seemed as though the wrath of the Shepistanis had chosen the most wicked of the land to punish, namely the slave owners and foremen of the main cities who were now naught but ash, cremated by the thermonuclear flame and scattered by the wind as poisoned dust.
There were some of them who had owned slaves in their past lives, but now they huddled amongst these masses. Whole families of slaver fathers, slaver mothers, and slaver children, all slave-owners somehow paradoxically tolerated by the underclass that now sheltered them. Perhaps these slave-owners had treated their slaves kindly, perhaps even sheltered them from the harsher slave-laws of the past order, shown leniency mayhaps. Maybe the slaves showed them mercy for they had families and small children, or perhaps it was the kindly slaves of these slave-owning families that came to their aid instead of deserting them.
Either way, they were all in it together. Together they starved, together they trekked, together they succumbed to disease and deprivation, together they hauled coffins filled with their dead. Together they sought to avoid the blandishments of the postnuclear hordes of marauders, and cultists who sought fresh sacrifices to appease the Shepistani destroyers lurking in the dark heavens. Why not? Their sacrifices so far had stayed the Shepistanis' hand from wreaking further devastation. The Shepistanis in space could see the altars they had built, and all the sinners they had burned atop them, and they were pleased. So long as this continued, the megadeaths would stop.
Near the unpolluted shores of the Reed Sea, they came across a strange man. Clothed in robes and clutching a staff, with grayed hair and strange steely eyes, and wearing sandals on his feet. He joined their band and gradually, through his wise sayings, they began following his words. They did so for he spoke nothing but the truth. For was it not the wickedness of their society that brought these plagues upon the land? Indeed, it was. And this man knew better than others, for he was none other than the great abolitionist known as Charleston Moses.
http://i586.photobucket.com/albums/ss30 ... VIF00Z.jpg
Those living at the far outskirts of Dogadishu and Eel were lucky enough to have avoided the brunt of the thermonuclear bombardment. Even more so were those situated in the lands upwind, for they would be spared from the fallout. The prevailing winds came from the sea, the Reed Sea, which came through the bay and blew the irradiated particulates downwind towards the less fortunate.
http://i586.photobucket.com/albums/ss30 ... fugees.jpg
Even now, a mass exodus was occurring. Those spared from the worst of the nuclear holocaust left the devastation of their homes, seeking shelter in lands less ravaged. There were those who had subscribed to Pendleton's various privatized civil defense programs. Others had tuned in to the privatized weather stations and had the sense to flee before the winds brought fallout to their homes. There were slaves amongst them, some freed, others escapees from captivity who used the wartime chaos to make themselves scarce. There were abolitionists, cast out of their homes by the angry mobs of slaver cults who sought to burn them in mass pyres in retribution for the pox that had befallen their lands. It was pandemonium in Pendleton. For many of the population, a biblical cataclysm had transpired, the coming of the Shepistanis much like the occurrence of the book of Revelations for those who believed in the Jesus Man.
This unseemingly mob, in the ordeals of survival, had somehow come together and bonded. Those slaves who had brutally killed their owners and stolen their foods reluctantly shared theirs with freemen, those who were doctors or other professions with skills to help them and the makeshift community they formed. Many of these freemen had abolitionist tendencies, for it seemed as though the wrath of the Shepistanis had chosen the most wicked of the land to punish, namely the slave owners and foremen of the main cities who were now naught but ash, cremated by the thermonuclear flame and scattered by the wind as poisoned dust.
There were some of them who had owned slaves in their past lives, but now they huddled amongst these masses. Whole families of slaver fathers, slaver mothers, and slaver children, all slave-owners somehow paradoxically tolerated by the underclass that now sheltered them. Perhaps these slave-owners had treated their slaves kindly, perhaps even sheltered them from the harsher slave-laws of the past order, shown leniency mayhaps. Maybe the slaves showed them mercy for they had families and small children, or perhaps it was the kindly slaves of these slave-owning families that came to their aid instead of deserting them.
Either way, they were all in it together. Together they starved, together they trekked, together they succumbed to disease and deprivation, together they hauled coffins filled with their dead. Together they sought to avoid the blandishments of the postnuclear hordes of marauders, and cultists who sought fresh sacrifices to appease the Shepistani destroyers lurking in the dark heavens. Why not? Their sacrifices so far had stayed the Shepistanis' hand from wreaking further devastation. The Shepistanis in space could see the altars they had built, and all the sinners they had burned atop them, and they were pleased. So long as this continued, the megadeaths would stop.
Near the unpolluted shores of the Reed Sea, they came across a strange man. Clothed in robes and clutching a staff, with grayed hair and strange steely eyes, and wearing sandals on his feet. He joined their band and gradually, through his wise sayings, they began following his words. They did so for he spoke nothing but the truth. For was it not the wickedness of their society that brought these plagues upon the land? Indeed, it was. And this man knew better than others, for he was none other than the great abolitionist known as Charleston Moses.
http://i586.photobucket.com/albums/ss30 ... VIF00Z.jpg