Can I try this one, then, without triggering a reaction about tool manufacturing or mining?
You and two friends, Sam and Bob, go to an old mine that Bob has recently explored, he thinks he knows where a fresh vein of gold might be found. Bob brings a new pick for the gold, you bring matches, food and water for the day, and Sam brings an axe for firewood.
Your goal is gold. Simple as that. Perfectly clear. You all have no misunderstanding of what you are there for.
Once in the mine and exploring a mild earthquake shakes and seals you up inside a small dead end tunnel. Clearly all three of you want out, that is now your mutual goal, and you are all firmly in agreement on that.
You say to Bob, use your pick to dig us out. Bob refuses, and says if we wear out the pick digging ourselves out, we won't be able to get the gold, and we'll end up with nothing, especially if the mine seals off forever behind us. You and Sam say but we'll die if we don't get out. Bob refuses and it is his pick. So Sam says I will make do with my axe then.
Sam uses his axe stricking blow after blow on the rockslide. He wears himself out and even more, he blunts his axe head down, but makes some progress. Not as much as using a pick would. And the blunter his good strong axe gets the less effective it is as a tool and the harder the work. The more work he does, the harder he breathes and the staler the air gets for all three of you, using up the thinning oxygen.
You appeal to Bob again, let's use the new pick. He again refuses saying I am not going home broke, which is what we'll all be if I ruin my pick. The hope of the riches so close by still make him hold out. You split your little food among the three of you. If you don't get out eventually you'll starve, and it is cold too.. You could burn the axe handle for warmth, but it might use up more oxgen.
So you simply take Sam's place beating the rock with the dull axe, while the pick lays there unused.
You become exhausted finally. Bob is panting simply because the air is now very foul and you are all suffocating. Again, you say to Bob, it is your turn, please, please, let us use your pick, or we will all die here, gold or no gold. Bob finally agrees to use his pick but only sparingly, just in case you do get free, and are still able to dig for gold too. He takes a few light swings that hardly scratch the pick, a half-hearted attempt, and then another, and it seems like there might be a chance yet, a small hole seems to be letting just the tiniest speck of light in, but no real air.
You and Bob and Sam stop to talk about it, you urging "hit it bob, stike hard, now while you still can, .... but just at that moment Sam collapses from lack of oxygen, weakly you try to revive him and then you to fall unconcious.
It is way way too late. Bob then soon falls with the mostly unused tool still in his hand, the one that would have saved you all if used effectively when you were all fresh, and stonger, and your blows more effective.
Now the obits and the autopsies later might say 'they fought bravely for their lives and used all their tools and resources to get free", but the sad truth is that the choices made along the way as your circumstances changed cost you your lives.
What was the goal, freedom or gold? Was your freedom sacrificed for the hope of the gold? And who is responsible for the wrong choices that were made?