You're being executed: Fight or cooperate?

This question reminds me of people who say that if they were in a war, they’d be heroes who valiantly died for their country. A small minority would, but not the vast majority.

I haven’t seen many executions but the ones I saw were usually quiet affairs, at most the victim showed panic when he was being killed. I saw a guy getting his head cut off with a chainsaw and he made no attempt to protect his neck or resist. The guy next to him, who knew he was going to get beheaded right afterward, showed no resistance either.

If I were in a war I’d be a fricking coward who fought only because it was forced on me. It’s also cowardice that would impel me to fight my executioners. I don’t want to die, and I don’t want to make it easier for anybody trying to kill me.

And, really, the worst that’s gonna happen as a result of me fighting against someone trying to drag me to the gas chamber is death.

<3 Musicals, sweet! Or I could teach yogic extremitypainting (like fingerpainting but way more therapeutic and messy*).

The pay’s the important part, really.

*and sexy

There’s a good reason for this, in modern US executions at least. If the prisoner goes quietly the guards will take every effort to make it happen with the minimum amount of pain possible. If he makes any attempt to ttack them, he WILL get a face full of pepper spray. There is 0% chance that an escape attempt will work, and they know it. Most choose the way with least pain.

If I thought I had any chance, I’d fight. But this is a scenario where the odds are unbeatable. So go for a moral victory. Walk out proudly and face death with a laugh (however much you’re crying like a little schoolgirl on the inside). You want to leave a lasting impression so people will look back and say “Sure, Emperor Nemo killed billions. But you have to admit he was brave to the end.”

You’re only making it worse for yourself!

You are Evile. Truly Evile.

I wish I’d posted that…

Oh, the OP. I’d fight tooth and nail, describing their birth certificates not matching up with their parent’s marriage licenses.

Have to agree with this. Also as someone said above, “It’s a fair cop.” which even the breaker didn’t get.

I done it and now I’m going to pay. No sense being a pain about it.

But how many ever get as close as I did to having it all?

Crucifixion’s a doddle.
You could be stabbed!

I guess I could talk long enough for my dolphins to rescue me…But dammit, they don’t have legs!

dammit.

You can’t seriously think I care what portfolio you take on for yourself. It’s just an excuse to keep you on payroll so I can summon you for amusing conversations from time to time without having to track you down.

Um…yeah. So? :confused:

Next you’ll be pointing out that Elendil’s Heir likes Tolkien.

But that’s not being evil. It’s being practical. Supervillains have to terrify their opponents into submission, and that means leaving a survivor or three. So you eliminate the aircraft carrier and the rest of its support group, allowing a small handful of survivors in a single lifeboat to make it back to base so they can authenticate the streaming video you arranged for the Oval Office to receive. Cuts down on fighting time significantly.

It’s a moot point anyway. My enemies will never take me alive. As they close in on my volcanic lair, I detonate my self-destruct system (nuclear naturally) and die in a fiery inferno.

Or did I? Maybe I escaped at the last minute. My enemies will never be certain, will they?

BWA-HA-HA-HAAA!

So first you were going to spare the destroyers, and now it’s a single life raft.

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BTW, the Hobbit raiding party claimed they couldn’t find Memphis.
The mini-van was knee deep in Corky’s wrappers, Tennessee Walker bottles and receipts from “Beale Street Social Club”.

Bastards.

Er, are you in a False Sense of Security yet?

I’ve actually thought spent quite a bit of time thinking about this. When I was in the military, if my bird went down and I got captured there was a non-zero chance of me getting my head chopped-off on camera and I’d try to go with as much dignity as possible. If, for some reason, my family watched it I wouldn’t want to make things even worse by crying or freaking out.

I also wouldn’t want to give my captors the satisfaction of watching me panic.

Screw it. I’m going to DIE. Maybe I can shake some pepper spray into their eyes.

Mr. Excellent and **Skald the Rhymer ** arguing over whether cyber-dolphins or ninja chimps make more reasonable minions in a failed hypothetical attempt at world conquest.

<Happy sigh> I remember why I keep coming back here. :slight_smile:

I’d rather go down with some thug wheezing his last then let them have the satisfaction. If nothing else, I’d not use the toilet for as long as possible, so when they get me up to the killing room I let everything go as they walk me in. What do I care, it’s the last shit I give about them anyway.

I was never going to spare the destroyers. I was just going to destroy aircraft carrier first, to terrorize the crews, and then pick them off one at a time so as to give the escorts time to launch life rafts. Sheesh.

Who says I’m still in Memphis?

The surveillance satel…

I mean, gosh, how would I know?

The mentality is that the odds are never unbeatable. There is always hope, no matter what.