[ WP ] An action hero leaps into action with a risky and dangerous plan . Unsurprisingly , the plan fails , leaving the rest of the group to deal with the aftermath .

`` President Jones! We finally meet! Though I think you've hardly earned the title. You've gotten everything you want. You went from a crooked industrialist to someone who would literally massacre all of mankind as he sits comfortably in a rocking chair. You villain! This ends tonight!'' The imposing, suited man paces, `` Pity, you're right about one thing though. And it really is a shame, Arhagead, you and everyone else, you all made such an effort. You see, I anticipated all of this. Your rebellion will fail. In fact, all your friends will soon be killed. I'm a fair man though.... So, any last words?'' The bulky, rugged frame starts trembling, `` Me? No! You should be begging for your life. We took out all your troops.'' `` Ah, but that's where you're wrong'', the President gleams, `` You could n't be further from the truth.'' In a condescending manner, arms outstreached in revelry, the president paces to the window as dozens of armed troops trample the office, from all angles, like a fog rolling into a valley. 
 
 Eight of the rebellion's elites raise their arms against fifty goverment dogs, crammed in the office like potential lifelong friends in a high-kill animal shelter. The hero blurts, `` I see. You really are a coward!'' `` Me? You come here, so full of wasted youth and try to bully a poor old man. You should be ashamed! Now beg for your life and I'll spare you so I can keep you around to show those rebels what it means to cross me!'' `` Not on your life, Jones.'' `` That's fine. There wo n't be any rebels to deliver any messages to anytime in the near future, anyway.'' `` Wait! What are you saying?'' the hero begins to collapse. `` I already told you. One of your trusted comrads sold you out,'' the President chuckles. `` How?... Fine then! I'll beg! Spare my comrades, and I'll be at your mercy'' `` Put your gun down'' A rebel, much younger than Arhagead, shouts, `` Do n't do it!'' Arhagead looks back for a moment, drops his weapon like a child flushing a goldfish down the toilet, and begins walking. A shot is fired. Arhagead drops dead. The room bursts into flame, igniting with a sense of nothing to lose. Six of the eight rebels manage to escape. 
 
 The next week the rebellion still stands. No major locations are infiltrated, making apparent that Jones had pulled a bluff. Quickly losing momentum after the loss of their leader, the rebellion retracts as the goverment gains ground after crushing otherwise well-positioned pockets of resistance in the nation's countryside. Less than a year later, the rebellion's main force weakens, and finally falls.
