The Nomads charged ahead in their bulldozers.

The Nomads charged ahead in their bulldozers. Better to teach The Settlers about the perils of home ownership before it was too late. They plowed through the cottage of an elderly

but the Nomads' bulldozers all froze. The elderly turned out to be the Ancestors of the Nomads. The Nomads jumped off the tractors and bowed to crowded elderly who

raised a hand to his followers. "Enough", bellowed the elderly, "For I am the holy Ancestor! Praise me, peasants!" The Nomads looked among themselves. This old man was a DICK. They

shooed him aside. "Go back to ya camel, old man!" and went about eating their dates. The prophet of God did a double-take, "Why you... a plague on the lot of you! Harumph!"

The next thing everyone knew, the dust of the earth become a swarm of lice that began to crawl all over the Egyptians and their dates, making an abode among their hair. The prophet

didn't see that coming. He threw up his lice-coated arms. "Sorry people, I quit!" He lice-dusted himself off and stepped down from the mount on which he was sermonizing. The crowd

gasped in shock and stood in silence as they watched the man step down from the mount. What were they supposed to do? Even as they stood, the lice began to

dance and play all over the man's thick and luscious body hair. It was the best party that the lice had ever thrown and the tiny fireworks they were setting off were quite visible

to even the man himself. The man looked upon the lice and smiled. So what if he had no human friends? The lice were enough. When the lice were done parading over his body the man

shook with chills, his body trembling as disease-ridden parasites spread dermatological havoc that oozed patient death into his organs. He tasted odd copper as his lymphs failed.