Two men hated each other very much. It started as a difference in ideals, but then they both made it personal. They simply couldn't agree on anything anymore, and could sink to ridiculous depths in their never-ending rivalry. If one man said something, the other would automatically disagree with it, even if he'd have a different opinion about it normally.
A third man came along one day, saw them fighting, and naively thought he could fix the situation. So he grabbed the two men, dragged them to a rickety rope bridge hanging over a deep cliff. He pulled them to the very middle of it, and then cut the ropes. Before they realized it, all three of them were hanging on for dear life.
Once he had their attention, the newcomer began to speak. "Now, we're in a bad situation here. Each of us can't climb back up on our own, but if we all work together, we can get to safety before this collapses. I'm willing to work with you. Are you with me?"
The two men looked at him, then looked at each other. It seemed for a moment that they might shake hands... but they instead punched each other in the face. They scuffled and argued, and all the movement pulled more and more on the already weak ropes. Eventually, the whole thing collapsed under their weight, and the three men went plummeting down. They managed to grab a rocky outcropping in time, but the situation was still less than ideal, and it would take a long time to get back up to the path.
"Well," the third man, who went by the name of Amabo Karab, said; "Screw me. I thought that would actually work."
An oversimplification on my part, to be sure, but still. Whether 'Amabo' was right to do this or not is up to you to decide; this is just me telling it as I see it.
Listening to: Phasmidia Elegans by Craig Hardgrove
Reading: The Kill Order
Watching: Code Geass
Playing: Marathon: Durandal
Eating: Explosive Pineapple
Drinking: Explosive Pineapple Juice