First things first - welcome back, Skald!
Second things second - sorry, mooks, but you are history.
In any way, sooner or later you will come up against someone who really believes in his cause. You still gotta win the war. Same same here.
Regards,
Shodan
You don’t speak their language, so any explaining will have to be done by someone else. Let said evil person do all the letters home.
Well, I answered the poll with the assumption that the captive is my 22 month old son, and yah, pretty much anyone in my way is going down, even if it just happens to be Baddy McBad’s dry-cleaner taken a wrong turn returning his freshly laundered shirts. Also, because I’m an uber-bad-ass in this scenario, I would then find Baddy McBad, rip out his intestines and choke him to death with them, while dancing on his freshly laundered shirts because I’d have a crazed-ass-mom-of-a-toddler, lifting cars off of shit type deal going on and I suspect I wouldn’t even pause to feel bad about the mayhem left in my wake. I expect once Junior was safe I would feel quite bad about how things turned out, but there you go. Junior comes first.
If we’re talking about my husband as the captive - well, I dunno - I think there would still be quite a bit of blood and gore involved, and likely Baddy McBad still eating his own entrails, but the dry-cleaner would likely be in the clear. I would still feel bad after the fact.
Everyone dies. Because otherwise I die, and I tend not to like that very much.
Then I’m a monster, and my loved one lives. I would expect any one of the guards to make the same decision I did, were our positions reversed. It’s tragic that they’re being misled, but, according to the conditions of the scenario, there is nothing I can do to change that. The only thing I can do is keep my loved one alive and that’s exactly what I’ll do. A real monster would enjoy it. I won’t, but I’ll do it & without hesitation.
If it’s the person I love the most in all the world - my daughter - hell, I’d kill any dozen people you asked if it was them or her.
Sucks to be a mook. Sucks to be the mook killer. It isn’t gonna suck to be my little girl, not if I can help it.
I really don’t know what this means. I should make their nobility pointless because being dead sucks, and having a dad father sucks, and nobility is of dubious value compared to all of that.
Touche
Well, you have another choice. You can sacrifice your loved one so that a dozen good men can live and go home to their families.
It’s a bad day to be a mook.
I definitely read mook as monk, at first sight. But monk or mook, there’s nobody I love enough to commit straight-up murder for (sorry, sis!). Maybe it’d be different if I had kids, but I don’t.
I know, I know… I’m not evil or machinating enough to work for you. I’d be interested in signing up as an unpaid intern, though. Perhaps over time, I could osmose enough evil to be worthy of minimum wage! The death of my sister at the hands of a descrupled employer of mooks could definitely get me started on that path.
Every last one of them.
I really don’t know what this means.
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Probably because I expressed it really badly. Let me try again.
Unlike the villainous nutjob who set this up, the mooks are not in this for the yuks. They’re in it because they (correctly) think your loved one is in mortal danger and by their moral codes its worthwhile to risk their lives to protect the loved one. They just don’t know the truth about the source of the peril. So it seems reasonable to me to say that, if circumstances were different, they’d be fighting with you rather than against you.
Let’s say your loved one was being guarded by couple hundred actually evil henchmen for you to handle alone. But you’re going anyway (I should hope) because you’re a heroic badass and that’s what heroic badasses do. Luckily you run into the Magnificent Dozen, share a language with them, and ask for help. They believe you and say yes, knowing that manhy , but you ran into them before going into the citadel, knew their language, and asked for their help. These guys are gonna say yes, even knowing that some of them won’t be coming out. Yes?
They’re willing to die to save an innocent. Seems to me your refusal is less about keeping the defenders alive than it is about keeping the stain of murder off your hands.
See what I mean?
[evil hat on]
We don’t do unpaid internships at Evil Inc. Why would we be interested in training you?
You mean, go home and live with the knowledge they’d been misled, that someone they intended to save had actually been killed quite horribly and that they had personally killed the one person who could have saved her? I suppose they would have to convince themselves that they had no choice in the matter, yes? That their hands had been forced? That sounds familiar.
My loved one isn’t mine to sacrifice. The only life I have any right to sacrifice is mine and, in this scenario, doing that would accomplish nothing. So, for me, there is no choice. I will become a killer in order to save the person I love most in this world and, unless Skald moves the goalposts, my decision will not change. Believe I’m a monster, if you like, but that’s my answer to this particular hypothetical scenario.
Ah, yes, I see now. So let me flip it around a bit.
Let’s say you meet up with the magnificent dozen in a small shack outside the compound. You explain to them that there’s a good chance they might die trying to save your loved one, and they all agree to take that risk. After rallying the troops, you head out the door first, then watch in horror as the door slams behind you and you fall into a pit.
When you come to, you find yourself in a room with a button (yup, I’m going there). The evil mastermind speaks to you over a loudspeaker. He explains that the shack you were plotting your attack in is actually a gas chamber, and pushing the button will release the gas and kill the 12 men still trapped inside, who you’re currently watching on CCTV. If you don’t push the button in the next 60 seconds, the gas will instead be diverted to the room with your loved one in it. Anyone not killed by gas is free to go.
Ordinarily I would say this is a simple math problem, and 12 lives are worth more than 1. But you’re saying that the 12 lives are worth less because they’ve already agreed to do something risky in order to save your loved one
I’m still not pushing the button.
I’m not pushing that button either, steronz, but that’s because the evil nutjob has surely set things up so that doing so ends up killing my loved one.
Let me ask you a different question. Is your refusal to go in guns-a-blazing because the mooks in questions think they’re on the side of good and are simply deceived? That is, would you have the same reaction if they simply didn’t know what was going in the cell and thought you were just an intruder, and they’ve been hired to kill all intruders?
You wouldn’t have to train me! This arrangement would be *all *about the added value I can bring to *your *fine organization. I will do all the evil tasks that nobody else will touch, like toilet cleaning and shoe-shining and coffee-fetching. It is my fervent wish that over time, being surrounded by and exposed to such evilry as surely abounds at your company, my goody-two-shoesness will erode sufficiently that I might *at that time *apply for a paid position.
To bring my beloved back, I’d burn the world and use my soul for tinder.
This one’s easy. The soldiers aren’t “innocents”; they’re “the enemy”.
I’d kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out.
Then what? Starve to death together?
Sure, I’d kill them all, why not; it’s a supremely ridiculous hypothetical that is uninteresting from a thought experiment point of view.
Everyone is awarded 5 internet tough guy points.
What if, to move in a fantastic direction, instead of held captive by a madman, your loved one is deathly ill and the only cure is the final drop of blood from the heart of each of these 12 mooks? Would you still kill them?
Depends. How would you separate the “final drop” of blood from all the pints that would be pouring out of their bleeding almost-corpses? We actually have to rip the hearts out of the chests of 12 people and squeeze the blood out into the mouth of the Beloved??
I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that. – Meatloaf.