Well, if you believe the humor/action-adventure book I'm writing about what will happen when all my friends and I become overly successful, rich, and bored, I will die in a hail of gunfire as my prototype bionic mech-suit will fall in a hail of gunfire. Then I will run away back to a giant granite fortress. The we will make an epic last stand against armies of all of Europe and Asia, where our army will decimate 60% of their forces before a suicide bomber collapses the main wall and we are overrun. I myself die from a kamikaze run into a horde of AK wielding Russians, taking out a majority of them with my thermo-nuclear bomb.
I'm quite the ridiculous person, can you tell?