So imagine you are an every-day, run-of-the-mill stone mason. You cut rocks, someone else hauls them off to Pharaoh's monument. Your daddy cut rocks. Your grand daddy cut rocks. It is who you are. A rock cutter.
Now along comes this new guy with a stick who demands the slaves be freed. You kinda like the idea of freeing the slave people, because it means you will have more work. Maybe we can add on that second bedroom finally? Or even upgrade to a new house one of them leaves behind!
Put NO! Your Pharaoh tells those slave folks to stay put and be quiet. So you figure law and order is OK and keep cutting stone.
Then comes this terrible plague where the whole river turns to blood. You can still cut stone, but damn you are thirsty. Then suddenly there are frogs everywhere. Getting in the stone tools and pooping on the floor and in the well. And locusts and lice and people are getting sick! You even miss a few days of work, just to be sure not to get sick.
Next thing you know, some strange people come by painting blood on door frames and sneaking away. That's kind a weird, but maybe tomorrow you'll start on that new block of stone. It will be an interesting challenge because it has odd cracks in it.
Only in the morning you find out your oldest kid is dead. And the slaves are gone. He was only 8 years old. That child had only begun to learn to cut stone. And now he won't learn anything every again.
What the heck, man?
Now, you are really pissed off.
Mad at the Pharaoh.
Mad at the slaves.
Really mad at that guy with the stick.
So when the Pharaoh says, "Put on your shields, boys, we are gonna get revenge!", you suit up and march right along. After a couple of days chasing the runaway slaves, they finally get cornered on the coast. The Generals get you all lined up and ready to charge...
The end.
Well, the end of that stone mason anyway.
