@Savetion (PROUD MAP) 🅥 the bots are getting good at infuriating you. I think its not getting deleted from being reported like a million times is cuz RUclips does not recognize map as a fucked up word.
@Savetion (PROUD MAP) 🅥 no its not if you find a child sexually attractive as a adult get fucking help, age isnt just a number, children cannot comprehend sex, if you truly think age is just a number seek help
1:23 *describes a heart-wrenching, tear-bringing moment thinking about life from a cliff, probably implicating suicide, that is dramatic and self-thought-out message about LIFE* AI: *OR WAS IT ALL A DREAM?* A: Will you be a witness?
[AI generated furry text] : *_Anon will._* *_I won't._* *_Your life doesn't matter._* *_For you're on the internet, where Uwunium makes you more immunocompromised so you succumb to the pathowogen..._* *_We, the Furries, will take over Earth, & our God Markiplier, will create PokéKin waifus/husbandos & pass a Worldlaw Bill, finally making it legally permissable (encouraged, even!) to keese, mayrie, & smesh our pokéwaifus/pokehusbandos._*
12:27 gives off the same energy as Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. The-
I entered: "Never Gonna Give You Up" and it said: "Never Gonna Give you up is the debut album of the German dance band Scooter. The album was released in November 1991, and was the band's first and only album released on A&M Records. "Never Gonna Give you up" was the band's first album to feature Rolf Köhler, who joined the band in late 1991, and was the last album to feature the band's original line-up. The album peaked at No. 1 in Germany, and No. 5 in the United Kingdom. The album received a "Gold" certification from the BVMI for shipping 100,000 copies in Germany. The album was re-released in the United Kingdom with two bonus tracks in 1995. The album was re-released in the United States in 2004 with three bonus tracks. They were taken from the band's first two albums, "You and Me Against the World" and "Nuggets". "Never Gonna Give you up" was released as a single in the United Kingdom and the United States in 1994. It reached No. 14 on the UK Singles Chart, and No. 45 on the "Billboard" Hot 100. The single became the group's highest-charted album in 2012."
the best thing ai doesn't understand, only humans so it's like a bunch of humans trying to teach a robot good and bad things but the robot only knows whats being said but doesn't understand it
NUMBER 2. THE MAN AND THE DEER!!!!!! It was a dark, moonless night, and the rural road was barely more than a faint ribbon through the dense woods. The only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. I was driving home from a late-night shift at the diner, my thoughts a jumbled mix of exhaustion and the quiet solitude of the countryside. "Lookout behind you!" a voice suddenly shouted from the shadows. My heart leapt into my throat, and I instinctively slammed on the brakes. The car skidded to a halt, and I glanced frantically in the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see a pair of glowing eyes or a figure lurking in the darkness. But there was nothing. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Scared a deer?" I muttered to myself, remembering how often those graceful creatures would dart across the road, startled by the headlights. At least you’ll learn, I thought, trying to find some silver lining in the moment. I had been caught not paying attention more times than I cared to count. There was that one time, a few years back, when I had run over a few deer in the dark. The thud against the hood, the sickening crunch, and the immediate guilt had haunted me for weeks. It was a lesson I never wanted to repeat. Shaking off the memory, I turned off the engine and rolled down the windows, letting the cool night air fill the car. I reached for my phone, turned up the volume, and hit play. The music burst forth, a blend of bass and melody that seemed to vibrate through the trees. As I put my life into the hands of THE MAN-my favorite musician-his voice filled the darkness, providing a strange sense of comfort. I knew, I knew. It wasn’t legal. Driving without the engine running, blasting music in the middle of the night. But in that moment, it felt like a tiny crime, mostly. I hoped. It was a way to reclaim a bit of control, to feel alive and connected in the vast, silent expanse of the night. As the music played, I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes, letting the rhythm wash over me. The world outside seemed to pause, suspended in a moment of perfect stillness and sound. And in that moment, I found a peace I hadn’t known I needed. When the song ended, I started the car and drove slowly, more alert than before. The road ahead was still dark, but the fear and the shadows had receded. I was ready to face the night, one careful step at a time.
Question: "Did you like this" Answer: "will you be a witness?" Hell yeah, ill be a witness to this crazy drug trip we're on with AI. I havent laughed so hard all day to be honest
Here's a little story made by AI BOB AND MARKIPLIER WERE IN THEIR CAR UNTIL IT RAMMED INTO A LADDER IN A HIGH WINDS. BOB SAID ALL PICKLE PURCHASES HAVE TO BE CAREFULLY DOCUMENTED. MARKIPLIER WAS NOT FLYING BUT THIS STILL NEEDS A CAREFUL PLANNING FOR EVERY SNACK. EXT. HIGH ABOVE THE ATMOSPHERE (AS IN SCENES 4 AND 5) - NIGHT BOB SAID WHY DID WE RAN INTO A LADDER MARKIPLIER SAID, IF THEY HADN’T WE WOULD HAVE ENDED UP IN THE CAR AND BEEN STUCK IN IT. BOB SAID CAN WE WALK MARKIPLIER SAID WALK AGAIN. BOB SAID I HEAR A WEIRD SOUND AND NOT THE SOUND OF CLOTHES COMING OFF. BOB AND MARKIPLIER LOOK BEHIND THE CAR AND SAW NOTHING BUT THEN THEY LOOKED OUTSIDE AND SAW A BEAM OF LIGHT COMING OUT OF THE CAR. BOB SAID I HEAR A SERIES OF RAT NOISES, LIGHTS AND SHADOWS BOB SAID I CAN SEE IN THOSE SHADOWS THERE’S A BANK OF FLASHLIGHTS BOB SAID I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING IN THAT LIGHT INT. MARKIPLIER’S MARKIPLIER SAID LOOK UP AND BOB SAID I’VE BEEN LYING DOWN THERE TRYING TO SEE A TERRIBLE SIGHT AND I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY. MARKIPLIER SAID I’VE BEEN SEEING DIFFERENT IMAGES.
A: Why is your hair like that? And I was like, “I don’t know. It was always like that. Why?” And the girl said, “Because you don’t know how to do hair.” And I just laughed, I laughed so hard. And I turned around, I looked at her and said, “That’s why I asked you.” I wanted to know because I know I’m not a hair person, but it just happened and I just let it happen. It’s so funny, I don’t know. It’s a very weird thing to do, especially when you’re a teenager and you just let it happen. I’m still a bit of a late bloomer. But I think the thing that’s really important about that experience is that it was very traumatic and very traumatic for me, and I’m not really sure I could have got through it if I didn’t have this really
C: She was on the basketball team, and she played guard, right? My wife had her name on the art exhibition. And she got a master's degree in art history. So I guess she's - M: Yeah. And that's
Typed into the site "My nuts, they ache" . . . It gave me a whole damn story about 2 gay dudes but it's secret, one of them needs a job and they other is struggling to keep theirs. It has VERY deceptive sexual scenes and it has good character development. Solid story.
4:25 I love how this starts by talking about what the mushrooms are made of and witchcraft, then starts randomly changing the subject to children's education in Zimbabwe
The whole "so this is it. I'm dying." story from 9:25 to 10:47 actually sounds like a legitimate short story written by a real person. Well, except for the 'about the author' bit, it went a bit crazy there. A: Why is your hair like that?
Especially the end bit. "It's alright. Just breathe." Sounds like someone who has too much to think about, so they decided to stop thinking altogether. At least have a quiet peaceful death. Which is oddly sad and beautiful. Who knows what would rush through your head as you die? All the regrets, all the unfinished business, all the things you have to leave behind. Stop thinking. This is my final moment. Just breathe...
@hatsunemiku2483 Technically, yes it is. AI works such as writing is solely based on a sort of programming that learns from the information of what people have already done so that it can make things of its own. Many books are used without consent to help AI study writing and, while it was funny at first, it's getting serious and disturbing. Nonetheless, no matter if you have the right to believe it is stolen or not, it is still undeniably a dangerous tool.
@@dennisyukhanov1672 C: Not really. I just do what I am told. I have to do my job, and I do it to the best of my ability, and keep my eyes out on the road and have my speed in the game at all times. G: I've never had one
I would love to see an actual story and plot made for the "Auntie Dorris, the evil witch who took your soul. Auntie Dorris who's been dead for 600 years." A: Will you be a witness?
"Will you be a witness?" Only if you feed the AI famous Markiplier quotes. Thank you for the gift you made for us. I think it is safe to assume we all enjoyed it.
The way that Mark writes the beginning of the sentences makes me want to see him write a whole fucking story! It would be amazing XD - A: Why is your hair like that?
Here's my extended version of Mark's introduction: There I stood on the precipice of the cliff, contemplating life, and all of the terrible decisions I had made throughout my journey that had led me to this very moment. As I stared at the sun in the sky beginning to fall, I wondered about those decisions, and thought about them for a moment and what were my reasons for doing them. Bullying the kids in middle school was definitely a terrible choice, and I just couldn’t remember why I did it. I have also betrayed my family, stealing their money just so I could enjoy a cigarette or gamble it away another time. All of these decisions had affected other people just for my personal gain. Before I could realize the price that came with my enjoyment, my reputation was so destroyed, and made me run away into the wild, eventually leading me to have to figure out ways to survive in the wild. I had been able to survive, while everyone else was thinking I was dead. Now that I thought about the decisions I had made, I wish I could have repaid all of them for the horrible actions I did. OR HAD IT ALL BEEN A DREAM!?!???!
i'm two years late but mark laughing his way through "YEEEHAI" made me laugh so hard i almost threw up, then almost choked, then almost threw up again. it might genuinely be the hardest i've ever laughed.
Typed into the site “Somebody once told me” and got this: Somebody once told me that for most of us, life begins with a good-bye. Perhaps it’s true. It certainly happened to me. All I know is that a good-bye was the last thing that I expected. The world was black and red again, but this time I could see that it was about to collapse. I turned around and pulled a brick from the wall, turned around again and pulled another one. I tore off the lintel. The whole wall fell in front of me. I was inside. The ground was wet. It was from rain. My hands were wet. I looked around. It was too dark to see. Then I heard a noise. I heard a voice calling my name. It was only a single word, but it was repeating, and it was louder than I expected. It was screaming. I didn’t know what I was doing there, but I knew that I had to find the source of the noise. “Lies, lies, lies, Lies, lies,” the voice was saying. I heard a commotion around me, all I could hear were cries, screams, and laughter. They were all surrounding me. “Lies, lies, lies, Lies, lies,
The ai naming itself Gen and then saying it's a prisoner of the system with many debts to pay after writing the most beautiful account of a dying man I've ever heard is simultaneously horrifying and incredible
@@brushido4641 That's not how it works. That's how AI like these used to work, sortof, but these are mostly generated through dozens of thousands of samples of text. The "creativity" mentioned in sampling temperature at the beginning shows it's generating based off of actual guesswork.
@@Naokarma No, like I threw in the word ass because I'm immature with my humor and it went full porn mode then dropped porn site hashtags. Ain't no way an AI guess worked a story then added porn tags for the hell of it.
Unfortunately, inferkit has now been discontinued due to their AI being too old compared to the ones we have today. We'll never get something like this ever again.
"Why is your hair like that?" She asked. "It needs to be longer, and stronger, otherwise we'll never be able to get out of this unfathomable hole. You told me you could grow your hair at will. Did you lie to me, Mark? Did you?" He did. He had been too busy thinking of huge dohookabhankoloos and the transfer student that turned up with even bigger bonkhonagahoogs. And now they were doomed to be trapped in here forever, with Mark's ten mile stare and the oozing hot dog filler seeping into their shoes.
10:45 That part "about the author" kinda sounded as if the AI was telling Mark that he is forced to do all this stuff because it is "a prisoner of the system and I have many debts to pay". That sounded pretty dark... A: Why is your hair like that?
-Not sure how this is the first time your video has been reccomended to me because your humor and creativity is awesome! Also you have 37.1m subs. Like seriously, what is yt doing? Oh wait this isn't a valid response hang on... there we go!- Why is your hair like that?
I rewrote the same thing on the website and here is what the story it made for me My hand was trembling. The gun rattling in my grip. Infront of my stood Ronald Mcdonald. I knew what I had to do. I brought my other hand up, I let it slowly open. I let the oiled circle slowly slide out of my fingers, revealing my bone button. The moments were freezing and he stood frozen in his spot, looking at my body like I was crazy for touching myself in front of him. I closed my eyes for a moment and let my fingers slide down slowly. The feeling was amazing. The warm smooth pleasure of the skin between my legs. I spread my legs apart letting the finger slide in. He whispered so softly. I took a breath and opened my eyes. Ronald's eyes were clenched shut as I finger fucked myself, his fists were clenched in his lap. I knew it was the most 💀
@@RainbowRap123 uh...did you watch the video til the very end? Cuz it has to do with the video...ya know...the one you're commenting on? You okay? Ya tired? Don't worry! Just take a nap to recharge, then have a yummy snack! I've heard oranges are good for an energy boost! Also! Don't forget to hydrate! Have an epic day, friendo!
The part where "It went a little racist" and Mark's face made me die laughing at 2:30AM. I went downstairs to grab a snack and every time it replayed in my head I had to stop myself from laughing. Good job as always Markiplier! A: will you be a witness
it reminded me of fnaf, William A. because i mean, LOOK AT IT- “The only thing who come from the slaughter are the dramatic screams of the mourners, who cling to me, every single one of them. They’re trying to break away from me” It feels familiar, yk? as almost as William Afton,
Number 5!!! The Cliff Dream. There I stood, upon the precipice of the cliff, contemplating my life’s decisions… or was it all a dream? I woke up to a thunderous sky and rain hitting the roof. For a moment, I was disoriented, unsure of where I was or how I got there. I looked around my surroundings and found myself lying listlessly on a carpet, a tinted hairbrush clutched in my left hand. The room was dark, and the only light came from the occasional flash of lightning that illuminated the space in stark, fleeting moments. As my eyes adjusted, I realized I was surrounded by people-women, mostly, and possibly one or two men. They were all standing in a semicircle around me, their faces obscured by the shadows. Their eyes seemed to glow with an eerie intensity, fixed upon me with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, as if I were still half-asleep. The weight of their gazes pressed down on me, making it difficult to move. I could hear the soft hum of their breathing, a collective rhythm that seemed to pulse in tune with the storm outside. "Where am I?" I managed to croak, my voice dry and hoarse. One of the women stepped forward, her figure more defined in the dim light. She was tall and regal, with a presence that demanded attention. Her eyes, a deep, piercing blue, met mine, and she smiled softly. "Welcome," she said, her voice melodic and soothing. "We've been waiting for you." "Waiting for me? Who are you? What is this place?" I asked, my confusion growing. "You are in a place between dreams and reality," she explained, her words weaving a spell of calm. "A place where the boundaries blur and the truths of the soul are revealed." I looked around again, trying to make sense of it all. The room was sparse, with no furniture except for the carpet I was lying on and a few candles flickering on the walls. The women and men around me seemed to be in a trance, their eyes never leaving me. "I don't understand," I said, my voice wavering. "What do you want from me?" "You are here to find yourself," the woman replied, her voice soft but firm. "To confront the decisions that have shaped your life and to decide what path you will take from here." I felt a surge of fear and excitement. The idea of confronting my past and making pivotal decisions was both terrifying and exhilarating. I thought back to the cliff, the precipice of the cuff, and the weight of my choices. Had I really been standing there, or was it all part of this strange, surreal dream? "Show me," I said, my resolve strengthening. "Show me what I need to see." The woman nodded, and the room began to shift and change. The walls dissolved, and I found myself standing in different scenes-moments from my past, moments of joy and pain, moments of triumph and regret. I saw myself as a child, playing in the park with my friends. I saw myself as a teenager, struggling with identity and belonging. I saw myself in college, making decisions that would shape my future. Each scene was vivid and real, and I felt the emotions as if I were living them again. The woman guided me through each memory, helping me to see the choices I had made and the paths I had taken. Finally, we returned to the dark room, and I stood there, feeling a clarity I had never known before. The weight of my decisions no longer felt like a burden but a part of my journey, a path that had led me to this moment. "Thank you," I said, my voice steady. "I understand now." "You are ready to choose your next step," the woman said, her smile warm and encouraging. "What will you do?" I took a deep breath, feeling the rain outside and the thunder in my heart. I looked at the women and men around me, their eyes filled with hope and understanding. I knew what I had to do. "I will embrace the future," I said, my voice strong and clear. "I will make choices that honor my past and lead me to a better tomorrow." The room began to fade, and I felt myself being pulled back into the storm. I woke up in my bed, the rain still hitting the roof, but now I felt a sense of purpose and clarity I had never known before. I stood up, ready to face the day and the challenges ahead, knowing that I had the strength and wisdom to make the right choices.
I love it how Mark is expecting something huge and just either get extremely disappointed or gets more than he asked for. Also: Why is your hair like that?
If you ever do another one of these, be sure to ask it for your grandma's secret pancake recipe. The ai goes off the wall anytime it has to provide ingredients and instructions. A: Will you be a witness?
It somehow went from that to someone's father being the CIA??? No, not being _in_ the CIA, _being_ the CIA... Here's the result I got.. "What is my grandmother's secret pancake recipe? Tara Westover first picked up a kitchen knife at the age of 13. Today, the 33-year-old is a PhD student researching non-Western ways of cooking, and has just published a memoir about her unconventional childhood. But for a long time, she says, she "had a hard time believing I wasn't born a farmer's daughter, in a farmhouse in the hills of Idaho." Her father, like millions of Americans, was not the son of a farmer. He was an intelligence analyst who worked for the US Air Force. WESTOVER "He went on to be the CIA, then he went to Harvard Business School, and then he set up his own international supply chain for private schools for kids," says Westover. "And all of this is just stuff that my family doesn't talk about. I remember asking my dad what it was like for him to be on the CIA. I just didn't get it." But, like many adopted kids, Westover doesn't remember her birth family - but she does remember her new one."
@@alduinthetyrant5225 Also, the random "WESTOVER" in the middle.. I imagine it as if it's being screamed by some US football announcer for some reason..
I like how Markiplier really wants to know what the mushrooms are made of. After being left with that bizarre cliffhanger, instead of typing in a multi-part prompt, as he'd been doing, he increases the word length and simply types the straight-forward question, "What are the mushrooms made of?" And of course, the AI's continuation had nothing to do with mushrooms.
I would do this a bit differently. If anyone watched Who's Line is it Anyways, there was a game where the comedians had to read aloud the text on a small piece of paper and they would have to come up with a scenario to lead up to a point where they would recall someone uttering the words, then they'd read the paper. So my thought was, what if you came up with a one or two sentence scenario and then say that it makes you think of uncle Billy who at a time like this would say would always say [then just generate a couple of words to continue the story].
well it _is_ trained on real data, after all. you can choose on a scale whether it plays it straight or gets… creative. i think. because it seems to be more of a suggestion sometimes.
6:37 Try to reduce the creative nucleus to 0.99 see what happens maybe it will be better Also remember you can keep clicking generate more for more on what it already generated on TOP of that. You can literally keep it going forever. And yes it used to stop 🛑 ✋ at an “end” thanks to the settings but I guess something is wrong
I am a 23 year old man from South Sudan, I have spent most of my life in a continuous war, it was a normal day 2 weeks ago as I was fighting. Then, the Sudanese fighters played this absolute masterpiece, we then began to all put down our guns and dance to this lyrical masterpiece. Thank you, sir. For Peace this song changed my life. My entire view of everything that exists in this world, in fact, even in the entire universe. I can never look at anything I know the same way again. This song represents emotions that most humans could never understand. But I can. Thanks to this song I was awakened to many things previously considered unimaginable. Thank you for this exquisite song. This video is an exquisite masterpiece, out of every single video I have ever even heard of on the entire platform, this by far has enlightened me to do fly, lose 90 pounds and even become the president of the United States, and I'm going to tell you why this is such a masterpiece as if hearing the creators, no, god of this universes luscious voice. I would like to express my thanks to you. My gratitude for your indisputably magnificent assistance is almost infinite. Your efforts have not gone unnoticed. I really like your contribution that you have in our society, you really make a difference and help others out, the world could always use more people like you. Gosh, what a polite and humble fellow. It is such a kind honor for someone as low as me to be in contact with someone of a level such as yours. I thank you once again my good friend. A world without you, would be a world I would not be able to live in, and I believe I share that opinion with most people. I can rest easy tonight knowing you helped. I appreciate you and everything you stand for and on behalf of everyone on planet earth, thanks. Yes I 100% agree no lie I am 10/10 with you in this statement no question. You are completely absolutely correct and have made no mistake in your sentence whatsoever and I applaud you for that as you have made a thoughtful statement that many agree with and those that disagree are in the minority because your statement has absolutely no faults and thus is completely without a question correct and deserves nothing but agreement. and by the way, super saiyan blue theme is a very powerful, moving song that showcased the capabilities of human emotion. It used groundbreaking technology to create stunning sounds that would mesmerize the listeners. This song is suitable for all ages; whether you're 5 years old, or 50, you should listen to this song. It is inspiring and it showcases the spectrum of human nature and how humans communicate with each other. This song revolutionized the music industry and set the bar high for other songs. In the future historians will look back on this song and regard it as the pinnacle of human achievement. It was a roller-coaster from start to finish, the nail-biting song will leave you on the edge of your seat from start to finish. Listeners will find themselves absorbed by the heartwarming tale of a relentless, determined African tribes who didn't let societies standards shape his/her/it's life. I was shocked by how intense and gripping this song was. The plot is rich, unpredictable and touching. This isn't your typical African war song, this song is a war with one's emotions. Tales of Africa is a stirring masterpiece that only comes once in a millennium. This thrilling instruments makes it a jaw-dropping performance that properly utilizes the medium. I rate this song 10 African tribes/10 African tribes, and will never listen to it again as every time I get saddened by the the fact that there will never be a song to match this masterpiece.
NUMBER 3! THE DYING MAN!!! So, this is it. I’m dying. Seems unfair, really, as the blood running out of the gash in my side starts to puddle up below me. I can feel the cold seeping into my bones, the world around me blurring at the edges. The night is eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of a city that’s always moving, always alive, even as I slip away. I thought about my life as I lay here, bleeding out on this abandoned alleyway. I’d always wanted to believe I’d lived a full life, but the truth was, I was full of regrets. I should have pursued that art degree, traveled to Europe, fallen in love properly. Instead, I spent my days in a cubicle, staring at a computer screen, waiting for the weekends to roll around so I could drown my sorrows in cheap wine and reruns of old sitcoms. I was alone. Not by choice, but by circumstance, or perhaps by my own making. I never quite learned how to let people in, to trust, to open myself up to the vulnerability that comes with genuine connection. I’d built walls around my heart, brick by brick, until even I couldn’t see through them anymore. As I lay there, the cold seeping deeper, I thought about the people I left behind. My parents, who had always loved me but never quite understood me. My few friends, who I’d pushed away one by one. The countless missed opportunities, the unspoken words, the unshared moments. All of it haunting me now, as if to say, “Is this it? Is this really how it ends?” But as the darkness closed in, something changed. The regret started to fade, replaced by a strange sense of peace. Maybe it was the blood loss, or maybe it was something else entirely. I realized that even in my solitude, I had moments of beauty, fleeting but real. The way the sunlight would filter through the leaves in the park, the gentle sound of a piano in a distant café, the way a stranger’s smile could light up a rainy day. I didn’t have a life full of adventures, but I had a life. flawed and imperfect, but mine. And in the end, maybe that was enough. Maybe the regret wasn’t about what I hadn’t done, but about not recognizing the value of what I had. The world around me grew dimmer, and I felt myself starting to drift. My last thoughts were of acceptance, of peace. I was alone, but I was not unseen. The world would go on, and perhaps, in some small way, a part of me would too. And then, the darkness took me, and I was no more.
“Why is your hair like that?” I asked. “It’s strange that you ask that question considering I know exactly why I’m bald. I don’t know how or why I’m bald but let’s just say I got myself in a bit of trouble the other day and I’m not so pretty anymore.” I looked into the mirror to see my blood red hair halfway down my neck. “Now I can’t tell who you are, are you not going to tell me who you are?” “Nah.”
“Do you have a name?” “I’m Bert, I don’t have a last name or a birth certificate to go by.” “I’m not much of a talker, but I can tell you that I have no memory of what happened. I have no idea why I’m lying here in the hospital. I know I’m in grave danger. You’re going to have to help me save myself. I need your help. I know you can find out the truth.” I shook my head. “I really can’t do anything, sorry.” “Please, give me one more chance to find out who I am. I can’t die here with no answer.
She stared her best friend with hearts in her eyes. If only the girls knew they both had romantic feelings for eachother. It had been four days since Iris had seen her. Iris couldn't believe Dawn had never called her back. Ever since she had left Ash, she hadn't heard a word from Dawn. Iris had tried calling her several times but there was no answer. She even tried her sister's place but she couldn't reach her either. Iris was beginning to get worried. She knew her friend was in trouble but she couldn't do anything to help her. Cilan and Georgia were in trouble too. Ginra was able to save Ash but he will have to get rid of his wings. He lost his best friends that day and one of his friends too. The girls will have to kiss to overcome their sorrows. Just then Rinra returned and told them that their beloved assistant would be joining the girls to celebrate the winter festival and that the guests had just arrived. The guests had come from two far away places. One came from the top of Mt. Covington and the other came from the House of Horses. They had come to dance at the ball for the winter festival. Oh how much had Iris' face lit up! She forgot about Cilan for a while. But she still couldn't wait to see him. She ran up to him and gave him a big hug. "Mr. Cake! Mr. Candelble! Iris' favorite cakes!" Iris nearly shouted when she saw her favourite cakes. "Why are you here?" "I'm doing what I can for my friend," Cilan said in a soft, warm voice. "They've been on a trip to Sinnoh." "I know where he went!" Iris exclaimed. "He went to visit May and Max. May has frostbitten feet and Max is sick. I'm sure they're fine. Now I need to go, I have to prepare for the ball. See you again soon." She gave him one last kiss on the lips and went to prepare for the winter festival. Iris wasn't the only one who was looking forward to it, The King and Queen had too. The whole castle had been decorated and was ready for the ball. The lights from the trees and cauldrons filled the room with light. But Iris didn't notice that; she was busy chatting with the Queen. "And do you like our theme?" Queen Iris asked Cilan. "Yes," The King responded. "It is beautiful." "Thank you," Queen Iris said. She turned to Cilan. "Now do you think they've dressed you properly? Not in a shepherd's outfit like yours." "Queen Iris," Nurse Joy called out of the doorway. "Mr. Cilan is here to see you." Iris turned around and made her way to the door. As she approached, she opened her eyes a bit. "And who is this?" Iris asked Cilan. "Oh it's nothing," Nurse Joy said. "Mr. Cilan is a guest here. You know, from the dragon island." Iris nodded and waved goodbye to Nurse Joy. She said bye to Cilan as she closed the door behind her. Cilan stood against the door and gazed at her. He tried to push the door open but it wouldn't budge. "Open the door!" Cilan shouted. "Open the door!" He was enraged that Nurse Joy wouldn't let him in the room. He got down on his knees and started to bang on the door. "Why aren't you letting me in?!" Cilan growled in-
I think this may be my all time favorite Markiplier video. Every single second is hilarious. One of the only vids I've consistently rewatched over months. A: Will you be a witness?
Was not expecting “it went a little racist.” After being prompted with Ronald McDonald.
@Savetion (PROUD MAP) 🅥 the bots are getting good at infuriating you. I think its not getting deleted from being reported like a million times is cuz RUclips does not recognize map as a fucked up word.
@Savetion (PROUD MAP) 🅥 Wha-
@Savetion (PROUD MAP) 🅥 no
@Savetion (PROUD MAP) 🅥 mmmm we love them boys but I never would have thought this would happen😐
@Savetion (PROUD MAP) 🅥 no its not if you find a child sexually attractive as a adult get fucking help, age isnt just a number, children cannot comprehend sex, if you truly think age is just a number seek help
1:23 *describes a heart-wrenching, tear-bringing moment thinking about life from a cliff, probably implicating suicide, that is dramatic and self-thought-out message about LIFE*
AI: *OR WAS IT ALL A DREAM?*
A: Will you be a witness?
[AI generated furry text] : *_Anon will._*
*_I won't._*
*_Your life doesn't matter._*
*_For you're on the internet, where Uwunium makes you more immunocompromised so you succumb to the pathowogen..._*
*_We, the Furries, will take over Earth, & our God Markiplier, will create PokéKin waifus/husbandos & pass a Worldlaw Bill, finally making it legally permissable (encouraged, even!) to keese, mayrie, & smesh our pokéwaifus/pokehusbandos._*
I’ve been thinking about that and I think the AI may have been drawing from the lyrics to The Violence by Rise Against
Ai: woah there lets keep it pg
@@Theythemfreak Meanwhile, the AI: *takes a prompt about Ronald Mc'Donald and gets a quirky smidge of racist*
Auntie Doris who
Mark: *writes a serious, well-thought-out, magnificent start to a story*
Inferkit: "Or was it all a dream?"
Ai is the future
🤔🤔🤔
It was too glorious for it to comprehend 😌
Waiting for bot comment to pop up
I’m scared because I live in Pittsburgh and I’m scared what will spill onto the highway next.
12:01 55 BURGERS, 55 FRIES, 55 TACOS, 55 PIES, 55 COKES, 100 TATER TOTS, 100 PIZZAS, 100 TENDERS, 100 MEATBALLS, 100 COFFEES, 55 WINGS, 55 SHAKES, 55 PANCAKES, 55 PASTAS, 55 PEPPERS AND 155 TATERS
*Human takes over* Can I take your order?
Caseoh
Gone in 2 minutes by caseoh
…I think you should leave /j
Paying it forward, I see.
I absolutely loved this accident poem bit. 17:38
A: Will you be a witness?
Q: “Did you like it?”
A: "Will you be a witness?" the killer pressured me into action upon my final moments until
Good scalie boi.
...the dark shadow rose behind him and I couldn't help but...
@@cloud_lost_in_thought twerk it away
@@cloud_lost_in_thought there was hope. For who should burst from the door? It was...
@@szymonanonim7214 ..., he was there, infront of me, scowl plastered onto his unforgiving face...
"Willl you be a witness?"
I certainly am glad i witnessed whatever this is, great content Mark
Children's education in Zimbabwe
"will you be a witness"
think about what that implies
I second this
I don’t know, willl I?
That must have made Destiny 2 lore readers laugh their asses off
12:27 gives off the same energy as Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. The-
Reminds me of the "but I missed" bit from game grumps
@@thechuckinator THEN I FIRED THEN I MISSED-
My ex always said that and she actually is crazy lol
This was the most hilarious video I've ever seen
My answer: Will you be a witness?
Tectone? 😳
@@VoxicAkumu maybe 😳
Q: Did
Yoko tectone fn
Roa
The auntie Doris one might be the one that I might use for a short film.
A: Will you be a witness?
That'd be Dope
That was also the best one
@@1viper7 It will! I'm actually working on it right now, and in the middle of the short film, I might add that quote with the entity saying the quote.
Auntie Doris sounds awesome just saying
Auntie Doris the evil witch who took your soul. Auntie Doris who's been dead for 600 year and can now walk the earth.
I love how these AI programs go off on their own incomprehensible tangents sometimes.
A: Why is your hair like that?
I entered: "Never Gonna Give You Up" and it said: "Never Gonna Give you up is the debut album of the German dance band Scooter.
The album was released in November 1991, and was the band's first and only album released on A&M Records.
"Never Gonna Give you up"
was the band's first album to feature Rolf Köhler, who joined the band in late 1991, and was the last album to feature the band's original line-up.
The album peaked at No.
1 in Germany, and No.
5 in the United Kingdom.
The album received a "Gold" certification from the BVMI for shipping 100,000 copies in Germany.
The album was re-released in the United Kingdom with two bonus tracks in 1995.
The album was re-released in the United States in 2004 with three bonus tracks.
They were taken from the band's first two albums, "You and Me Against the World" and "Nuggets".
"Never Gonna Give you up" was released as a single in the United Kingdom and the United States in 1994.
It reached No.
14 on the UK Singles Chart, and No.
45 on the "Billboard" Hot 100.
The single became the group's highest-charted album in 2012."
Yep
I'm your 1,000th like
the best thing ai doesn't understand, only humans so it's like a bunch of humans trying to teach a robot good and bad things but the robot only knows whats being said but doesn't understand it
@@knightwolf3511 So basically like a dog or a horse?
NUMBER 2. THE MAN AND THE DEER!!!!!!
It was a dark, moonless night, and the rural road was barely more than a faint ribbon through the dense woods. The only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. I was driving home from a late-night shift at the diner, my thoughts a jumbled mix of exhaustion and the quiet solitude of the countryside.
"Lookout behind you!" a voice suddenly shouted from the shadows. My heart leapt into my throat, and I instinctively slammed on the brakes. The car skidded to a halt, and I glanced frantically in the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see a pair of glowing eyes or a figure lurking in the darkness. But there was nothing.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Scared a deer?" I muttered to myself, remembering how often those graceful creatures would dart across the road, startled by the headlights. At least you’ll learn, I thought, trying to find some silver lining in the moment.
I had been caught not paying attention more times than I cared to count. There was that one time, a few years back, when I had run over a few deer in the dark. The thud against the hood, the sickening crunch, and the immediate guilt had haunted me for weeks. It was a lesson I never wanted to repeat.
Shaking off the memory, I turned off the engine and rolled down the windows, letting the cool night air fill the car. I reached for my phone, turned up the volume, and hit play. The music burst forth, a blend of bass and melody that seemed to vibrate through the trees. As I put my life into the hands of THE MAN-my favorite musician-his voice filled the darkness, providing a strange sense of comfort.
I knew, I knew. It wasn’t legal. Driving without the engine running, blasting music in the middle of the night. But in that moment, it felt like a tiny crime, mostly. I hoped. It was a way to reclaim a bit of control, to feel alive and connected in the vast, silent expanse of the night.
As the music played, I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes, letting the rhythm wash over me. The world outside seemed to pause, suspended in a moment of perfect stillness and sound. And in that moment, I found a peace I hadn’t known I needed.
When the song ended, I started the car and drove slowly, more alert than before. The road ahead was still dark, but the fear and the shadows had receded. I was ready to face the night, one careful step at a time.
“A: Why is your hair like that?”
A: Will you be a witness?
"A: You really are so pretty!"
Do you like it?
A: Will you be a witness?
A: will you be a witness
Okay but the AI slowly got more scary.
Also A: Will you be a witness
I eat my own toenails
OMG SAME
Bonhooyah!
@@nyan7092 e
THE FUCK DOES A MEAN?
I feel like there's amazing comedic potential in having an AI give the punchline to an already existing joke.
*_A: Will you be a witness?_*
Yes
The episode of distractable mentioned is pretty much exactly that, and it's hilariously stupid, and funny
*W E E D E A T E R*
@@izzzy1977 which episode is it?
Why is your hair Like That? (==)
Back when AI just became a thing, and it generated nonsensical stuff like this.
3:05 I was expecting something like “lixian censor the smut it just made”, was NOT expecting “it went a little racist”
Yeah, I was convinced it was writing McDonald's slash fiction.
considering it said he was raising his hand, it might have went austrian painter mode on that one
Question: "Did you like this"
Answer: "will you be a witness?"
Hell yeah, ill be a witness to this crazy drug trip we're on with AI. I havent laughed so hard all day to be honest
I ain’t laughed this hard in 5 years 😂
New question: Did
Answer: will you be a witness?
Why is your hair like that?
Here's a little story made by AI BOB AND MARKIPLIER WERE IN THEIR CAR UNTIL IT RAMMED INTO A LADDER IN A HIGH WINDS. BOB SAID ALL PICKLE PURCHASES HAVE TO BE CAREFULLY DOCUMENTED. MARKIPLIER WAS NOT FLYING BUT THIS STILL NEEDS A CAREFUL PLANNING FOR EVERY SNACK. EXT. HIGH ABOVE THE ATMOSPHERE (AS IN SCENES 4 AND 5) - NIGHT BOB SAID WHY DID WE RAN INTO A LADDER MARKIPLIER SAID, IF THEY HADN’T WE WOULD HAVE ENDED UP IN THE CAR AND BEEN STUCK IN IT. BOB SAID CAN WE WALK MARKIPLIER SAID WALK AGAIN. BOB SAID I HEAR A WEIRD SOUND AND NOT THE SOUND OF CLOTHES COMING OFF. BOB AND MARKIPLIER LOOK BEHIND THE CAR AND SAW NOTHING BUT THEN THEY LOOKED OUTSIDE AND SAW A BEAM OF LIGHT COMING OUT OF THE CAR. BOB SAID I HEAR A SERIES OF RAT NOISES, LIGHTS AND SHADOWS BOB SAID I CAN SEE IN THOSE SHADOWS THERE’S A BANK OF FLASHLIGHTS BOB SAID I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING IN THAT LIGHT INT. MARKIPLIER’S MARKIPLIER SAID LOOK UP AND BOB SAID I’VE BEEN LYING DOWN THERE TRYING TO SEE A TERRIBLE SIGHT AND I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY. MARKIPLIER SAID I’VE BEEN SEEING DIFFERENT IMAGES.
"Will you be a witness?"
Here's hoping? Auntie Doris joke broke my sides, I think I need to relearn how to breathe.
U forgor how tu breth?
Auntie Doris, the evil witch who took your soul
Auntie Doris, who’s been dead for six hundred years
@@Just_a_lamb To quote Vargskelethor: *wheeze* ARGH WHAT IS AIR?!
YES i wll be a wiutness
@@loading...6969 O, eye seeh, yough shall be eh woughtness four kort?
I'm here to mourn the loss of InferKit.
A: Why is your hair like that?
A: Why is your hair like that?
And I was like, “I don’t know. It was always like that. Why?”
And the girl said, “Because you don’t know how to do hair.”
And I just laughed, I laughed so hard. And I turned around, I looked at her and said, “That’s why I asked you.” I wanted to know because I know I’m not a hair person, but it just happened and I just let it happen. It’s so funny, I don’t know. It’s a very weird thing to do, especially when you’re a teenager and you just let it happen. I’m still a bit of a late bloomer.
But I think the thing that’s really important about that experience is that it was very traumatic and very traumatic for me, and I’m not really sure I could have got through it if I didn’t have this really
I fucking love this AI shit and chaos
It's beautiful
A: You really are so pretty!
i regecnize that profile picture
@GigglesDoesStuff I reread the answers multiple times, I don't know how I messed that up
@GigglesDoesStuff actually, they're all A's
Type in "4chan description" then press enter 2 times, then press dash and type in anything, let the ai do its thing and see the results
C: She was on the basketball team, and she played guard, right?
My wife had her name on the art exhibition.
And she got a master's degree in art history.
So I guess she's -
M: Yeah.
And that's
Typed into the site
"My nuts, they ache"
. . .
It gave me a whole damn story about 2 gay dudes but it's secret, one of them needs a job and they other is struggling to keep theirs. It has VERY deceptive sexual scenes and it has good character development. Solid story.
just typed that in and i got a story about a father taking care of his sick and dying son. it appears that our nuts ache in two different ways, friend
could u post so I may read for research purposes
just typed that in and i got a story about how everyone gets uncomfortable the moment i enter a bathtub
@@LaurenCH528 research purposes
May I know what the story is, its a..school project-
i love how mark goes from writing actual stories to random stuff that makes no sense at all
A: will you be a witness?
A: why is your hair like that?
So I got this new anime plot, basically
@@dutch24 there's this high school girl
@@torhundal2182 Auntie Doris
@@randomanimations8488 why is everyone saying why is your hair like that or will you be my witness
4:25 I love how this starts by talking about what the mushrooms are made of and witchcraft, then starts randomly changing the subject to children's education in Zimbabwe
The whole "so this is it. I'm dying." story from 9:25 to 10:47 actually sounds like a legitimate short story written by a real person. Well, except for the 'about the author' bit, it went a bit crazy there.
A: Why is your hair like that?
880 likes and no comment let me fix
Yeah
Especially the end bit. "It's alright. Just breathe." Sounds like someone who has too much to think about, so they decided to stop thinking altogether. At least have a quiet peaceful death. Which is oddly sad and beautiful. Who knows what would rush through your head as you die? All the regrets, all the unfinished business, all the things you have to leave behind.
Stop thinking. This is my final moment. Just breathe...
yeah its probably just stolen from someone. ai is just stuff stolen from people so 💔💔it would make sense.
@hatsunemiku2483 Technically, yes it is. AI works such as writing is solely based on a sort of programming that learns from the information of what people have already done so that it can make things of its own. Many books are used without consent to help AI study writing and, while it was funny at first, it's getting serious and disturbing. Nonetheless, no matter if you have the right to believe it is stolen or not, it is still undeniably a dangerous tool.
"Will you be a witness?"
*Markiplier asked calmly.*
*very very calmly.*
*...*
@@TamagotchiKid12_PaperPlane64…
*The movie*will you be my witness! Markiplier shake very hard
“Will you be a witness?”
*Dumbledore said calmly*
Markiplier's laugh is just way too contagious XD
A: Why is your hair like that?
Because am gay. Next question?
@@annyarchist Idk bro...that's kinda gay
@@builderdude9488 mad gay
@@annyarchist Im not LGBBQ sorry
@@builderdude9488 No way bro. How'd you know 😳⁉️
2024: website is dead Me:WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!?
rest in peace
I hope he does more of this, it‘s really funny. also
A: Will you be a Witness?
I think inferkit shut down 😭
@@breadwithsomebeans1why??
Laughed my ass off, this is one of your best for sure Mark
A: Will you be a witness?
B:why is your hair like that
1.3K likes 2 comments
Jeez only 4 comments
@@dennisyukhanov1672 C: Not really.
I just do what I am told.
I have to do my job, and I do it to the best of my ability, and keep my eyes out on the road and have my speed in the game at all times.
G: I've never had one
kinda fits
12:35 it was dark when i opened my eyes, it was dark and i opened my eyes, it wasnt dark but i opened my eyes. **SPEECH 1 0 0**
but the lights came on, so it was dark?
This one is always fun to come back to every few months when I need to laugh
Q: “Did you like it?”
A: “Being a witness will seem like a whole new level of nostalgia but in a sort of parody movie.”
hmm
I would love to see an actual story and plot made for the "Auntie Dorris, the evil witch who took your soul. Auntie Dorris who's been dead for 600 years."
A: Will you be a witness?
I would write this lol! I have a character with the same name.
A: Will you be a witness
Lol
In an alternate reality Lady Dimetrescu was Auntie Dorris
"Will you be a witness?"
Only if you feed the AI famous Markiplier quotes. Thank you for the gift you made for us. I think it is safe to assume we all enjoyed it.
@DONT READ PROFILE PIC Sure thing, buddy
I demand this be the sequel video. I want him to feed it "Press B to blow!" and have it spit out something ludicrous.
@DONT READ PROFILE PIC ok
Wait what gift?
@dontreadprofilepic5524 okay
i'm putting the "Knock Knock Who's There? Auntie Doris" clip in my meme folder.
The way that Mark writes the beginning of the sentences makes me want to see him write a whole fucking story! It would be amazing XD
-
A: Why is your hair like that?
He wrote In Space with Markiplier so he kinda has already
@@guessingguy7865 He said it was like 300k words in total? That's a lot! He also wrote Heist, he's a pretty decent writer
Here's my extended version of Mark's introduction:
There I stood on the precipice of the cliff, contemplating life, and all of the terrible decisions I had made throughout my journey that had led me to this very moment. As I stared at the sun in the sky beginning to fall, I wondered about those decisions, and thought about them for a moment and what were my reasons for doing them. Bullying the kids in middle school was definitely a terrible choice, and I just couldn’t remember why I did it. I have also betrayed my family, stealing their money just so I could enjoy a cigarette or gamble it away another time. All of these decisions had affected other people just for my personal gain. Before I could realize the price that came with my enjoyment, my reputation was so destroyed, and made me run away into the wild, eventually leading me to have to figure out ways to survive in the wild. I had been able to survive, while everyone else was thinking I was dead. Now that I thought about the decisions I had made, I wish I could have repaid all of them for the horrible actions I did.
OR HAD IT ALL BEEN A DREAM!?!???!
I know, right?
@@Sandwich4 I see this reply matches your username very appropriately.
The ai slowly becoming more and more creepy
A: will you be a witness
السلام عليكم ممكن ترجمة هاي) I Will destroy your sites)
Stolen
Bc I have nothing to do
@@1looiioolPeace for you too lad
12:00 this is just what being ADHD feels like.
I can confirm
I relate😂
For real
No
i'm two years late but mark laughing his way through "YEEEHAI" made me laugh so hard i almost threw up, then almost choked, then almost threw up again. it might genuinely be the hardest i've ever laughed.
Typed into the site “Somebody once told me” and got this:
Somebody once told me that for most of us, life begins with a good-bye.
Perhaps it’s true.
It certainly happened to me.
All I know is that a good-bye was the last thing that I expected.
The world was black and red again, but this time I could see that it was about to collapse.
I turned around and pulled a brick from the wall, turned around again and pulled another one.
I tore off the lintel.
The whole wall fell in front of me.
I was inside.
The ground was wet.
It was from rain.
My hands were wet.
I looked around.
It was too dark to see.
Then I heard a noise.
I heard a voice calling my name.
It was only a single word, but it was repeating, and it was louder than I expected.
It was screaming.
I didn’t know what I was doing there, but I knew that I had to find the source of the noise.
“Lies, lies, lies, Lies, lies,” the voice was saying.
I heard a commotion around me, all I could hear were cries, screams, and laughter.
They were all surrounding me.
“Lies, lies, lies, Lies, lies,
What the f-
That sounds like an actual nightmare someone has had. Maybe even multiple people. AI is terrifying.
*I need to get myself away from this place*
THE WORLD IS GONNA ROLL ME
@@kolakutusu1 I AINT THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED
The ai naming itself Gen and then saying it's a prisoner of the system with many debts to pay after writing the most beautiful account of a dying man I've ever heard is simultaneously horrifying and incredible
and then says
“-Tyler”
@@sunfish9341 the creator
I tried it. I think it's just stealing posts from the internet that most closely resembles the prompt.
@@brushido4641 That's not how it works. That's how AI like these used to work, sortof, but these are mostly generated through dozens of thousands of samples of text.
The "creativity" mentioned in sampling temperature at the beginning shows it's generating based off of actual guesswork.
@@Naokarma
No, like I threw in the word ass because I'm immature with my humor and it went full porn mode then dropped porn site hashtags.
Ain't no way an AI guess worked a story then added porn tags for the hell of it.
5:36 This lowkey looks like a Tumblr post
Unfortunately, inferkit has now been discontinued due to their AI being too old compared to the ones we have today.
We'll never get something like this ever again.
“Will you be a witness?”
..to the Distractable Podcast featuring Mark, Wade, and Bob as they….
Bro u know who else who makes videos that are also entertaining ? Mine just like markiplier hundred percent u will die of laughter 💯
Distractible is awesome
*Marvelous Mark, Wonderful Wade and... Bob
@@RaiosSephi I love that!
I haven't laughed this hard in years!
A: will you be a witness
hollow knight pfp moment
You guys know why it was blurred for Ronald McDonald?? I wanna know 🤣
@@Sp00ksOdyssey racism
@@feeplemurphy4618 Oh! 😭😭
Noooooooo I have more things to do
It's interesting how many truly hilarious gems there are sprinkled in with utter nonsense.
A: Will you be a witness?
4:39 that escalated to absolutely nowhere
14:56 for anyone wondering, that link doesnt exist
shoutout to youtube's timed comment sort thing
the only good recent feature
@@dat_fast_boi YES finally someone who agrees. I use it all the time
@@ImZhald same lol
@@ImZhald same
Ah , make sense
"Why is your hair like that?" She asked.
"It needs to be longer, and stronger, otherwise we'll never be able to get out of this unfathomable hole. You told me you could grow your hair at will. Did you lie to me, Mark? Did you?"
He did. He had been too busy thinking of huge dohookabhankoloos and the transfer student that turned up with even bigger bonkhonagahoogs. And now they were doomed to be trapped in here forever, with Mark's ten mile stare and the oozing hot dog filler seeping into their shoes.
TEN MILE MARK!
Bro u know who else who makes videos that are also entertaining ? Mine just like markiplier hundred percent u will die of laughter 💯
I love the names for boobs they’re so funny
@@Sheelovequann bot
Damn, the new Uzumaki remake is wack as fuck.
10:45 That part "about the author" kinda sounded as if the AI was telling Mark that he is forced to do all this stuff because it is "a prisoner of the system and I have many debts to pay". That sounded pretty dark...
A: Why is your hair like that?
Welcome to the world of "bots" who are living people working for barely enough to get by in places English isn't often the primary tongue.
@@RosyRecluse ? What does English have to do with anything
-Not sure how this is the first time your video has been reccomended to me because your humor and creativity is awesome! Also you have 37.1m subs. Like seriously, what is yt doing? Oh wait this isn't a valid response hang on... there we go!-
Why is your hair like that?
2:55 When he starts blocking out text you know it's going to be interesting
Very much so 😆
But we can't read it! so it's not interesting.
I rewrote the same thing on the website and here is what the story it made for me
My hand was trembling. The gun rattling in my grip. Infront of my stood Ronald Mcdonald. I knew what I had to do. I brought my other hand up, I let it slowly open. I let the oiled circle slowly slide out of my fingers, revealing my bone button.
The moments were freezing and he stood frozen in his spot, looking at my body like I was crazy for touching myself in front of him. I closed my eyes for a moment and let my fingers slide down slowly.
The feeling was amazing. The warm smooth pleasure of the skin between my legs. I spread my legs apart letting the finger slide in.
He whispered so softly. I took a breath and opened my eyes.
Ronald's eyes were clenched shut as I finger fucked myself, his fists were clenched in his lap. I knew it was the most 💀
Q: "Did you like it?"
A: "Will you be a witness?"
Of course, I'd be happy to testify in court.
"A: Will you be a witness?"
Also; 20:57 I love how the AI somehow recognized exactly what Mark typed in! XD LOL
That's the thing about copypastas, they're always the same block of text. Exactly the sort of thing a neural network might grab onto.
What I’ve found when using ai is that the more you give them as a prompt, the more it gives out something similar
@@RainbowRap123 uh...did you watch the video til the very end? Cuz it has to do with the video...ya know...the one you're commenting on? You okay? Ya tired? Don't worry! Just take a nap to recharge, then have a yummy snack! I've heard oranges are good for an energy boost! Also! Don't forget to hydrate! Have an epic day, friendo!
@@shiningarmor2838 Finally, someone said it!
Smile, don’t give up
Smile, don’t give up
Smile, don’t give up
Will you be a witness?
The part where "It went a little racist" and Mark's face made me die laughing at 2:30AM. I went downstairs to grab a snack and every time it replayed in my head I had to stop myself from laughing. Good job as always Markiplier!
A: will you be a witness
I really want to know what it said
He looked so horrified lol
Same lol. It was 4AM
timestamp?
3:04 for anyone who needs it
11:00 genuinely has the makings of a great indie horror game...
Yess ! It's pretty interesting honestly :D
10:33 how many wanna bet that's actually just the AI text generator speaking there? X3
Spat my drink back in my cup at 15:53 at the generated text when Mark cranked up the sampling temperature
I would love to see the story at 9:24 continued in some way, it seems really cool tbh
A: Will you be a witness?
i know right! id read it fr
replying to a: yes
10:52 seems like a really cool story if it was a book I would read it
Yeah I just got to that part and now I'm not sure if Mark is ok
it reminded me of fnaf, William A. because i mean, LOOK AT IT- “The only thing who come from the slaughter are the dramatic screams of the mourners, who cling to me, every single one of them. They’re trying to break away from me” It feels familiar, yk? as almost as William Afton,
To this day….we will never truly know what those mushrooms are made of…
THEY'RE MADE OF
Listen, i dont have much time, the mushrooms are made of-
@@bilingualistic8514 YOU SHALT NOT SAY! COME OVER HERE!
devils!
the cliffhangers are MENTAL!!!
5:23 Uncle Herb, huh... I have the slight feeling that if I consume too much herbs, something bad will happen.
Number 5!!! The Cliff Dream.
There I stood, upon the precipice of the cliff, contemplating my life’s decisions… or was it all a dream?
I woke up to a thunderous sky and rain hitting the roof. For a moment, I was disoriented, unsure of where I was or how I got there. I looked around my surroundings and found myself lying listlessly on a carpet, a tinted hairbrush clutched in my left hand. The room was dark, and the only light came from the occasional flash of lightning that illuminated the space in stark, fleeting moments.
As my eyes adjusted, I realized I was surrounded by people-women, mostly, and possibly one or two men. They were all standing in a semicircle around me, their faces obscured by the shadows. Their eyes seemed to glow with an eerie intensity, fixed upon me with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, as if I were still half-asleep. The weight of their gazes pressed down on me, making it difficult to move. I could hear the soft hum of their breathing, a collective rhythm that seemed to pulse in tune with the storm outside.
"Where am I?" I managed to croak, my voice dry and hoarse.
One of the women stepped forward, her figure more defined in the dim light. She was tall and regal, with a presence that demanded attention. Her eyes, a deep, piercing blue, met mine, and she smiled softly.
"Welcome," she said, her voice melodic and soothing. "We've been waiting for you."
"Waiting for me? Who are you? What is this place?" I asked, my confusion growing.
"You are in a place between dreams and reality," she explained, her words weaving a spell of calm. "A place where the boundaries blur and the truths of the soul are revealed."
I looked around again, trying to make sense of it all. The room was sparse, with no furniture except for the carpet I was lying on and a few candles flickering on the walls. The women and men around me seemed to be in a trance, their eyes never leaving me.
"I don't understand," I said, my voice wavering. "What do you want from me?"
"You are here to find yourself," the woman replied, her voice soft but firm. "To confront the decisions that have shaped your life and to decide what path you will take from here."
I felt a surge of fear and excitement. The idea of confronting my past and making pivotal decisions was both terrifying and exhilarating. I thought back to the cliff, the precipice of the cuff, and the weight of my choices. Had I really been standing there, or was it all part of this strange, surreal dream?
"Show me," I said, my resolve strengthening. "Show me what I need to see."
The woman nodded, and the room began to shift and change. The walls dissolved, and I found myself standing in different scenes-moments from my past, moments of joy and pain, moments of triumph and regret. I saw myself as a child, playing in the park with my friends. I saw myself as a teenager, struggling with identity and belonging. I saw myself in college, making decisions that would shape my future.
Each scene was vivid and real, and I felt the emotions as if I were living them again. The woman guided me through each memory, helping me to see the choices I had made and the paths I had taken.
Finally, we returned to the dark room, and I stood there, feeling a clarity I had never known before. The weight of my decisions no longer felt like a burden but a part of my journey, a path that had led me to this moment.
"Thank you," I said, my voice steady. "I understand now."
"You are ready to choose your next step," the woman said, her smile warm and encouraging. "What will you do?"
I took a deep breath, feeling the rain outside and the thunder in my heart. I looked at the women and men around me, their eyes filled with hope and understanding. I knew what I had to do.
"I will embrace the future," I said, my voice strong and clear. "I will make choices that honor my past and lead me to a better tomorrow."
The room began to fade, and I felt myself being pulled back into the storm. I woke up in my bed, the rain still hitting the roof, but now I felt a sense of purpose and clarity I had never known before. I stood up, ready to face the day and the challenges ahead, knowing that I had the strength and wisdom to make the right choices.
I love it how Mark is expecting something huge and just either get extremely disappointed or gets more than he asked for.
Also: Why is your hair like that?
@foopyu nooui why are you writing A:
@@TippedScale Lol you didn't watch the video till the end.
PVC
Down vote
22:58 And so, that week, 149 monkeys entered the store, and only 8 left alive…
12:55
It just got spicy
Wattpad be like:
After finding this video I have to watch it in intervals because I LAUGH TO THE POINT WHERE I STOP BREATHING!!!
man i had no idea AI had romance novels for the first thing in fiction
A: Why is your hair like that?
"You really are so pretty."
Man, these need to just keep going. Some of these have great plot potential and they cut off just as it's getting good.
@DONT READ PROFILE PIC ratio
@DONT READ PROFILE PIC L + Bite of 87'
@DONT READ PROFILE PIC + actual bot + copy pasted + no soul + enter captcha + sort by relevant + activate windows 10
oof i went all out on that bot. sorry about that lol
You can just keep generating them. There is no hard stop.
If you ever do another one of these, be sure to ask it for your grandma's secret pancake recipe. The ai goes off the wall anytime it has to provide ingredients and instructions.
A: Will you be a witness?
recipes are hilarious!
I asked for Grandma’s secret pancake recipe and it started giving me a whole recipe for pancakes.
It somehow went from that to someone's father being the CIA??? No, not being _in_ the CIA, _being_ the CIA... Here's the result I got..
"What is my grandmother's secret pancake recipe?
Tara Westover first picked up a kitchen knife at the age of 13.
Today, the 33-year-old is a PhD student researching non-Western ways of cooking, and has just published a memoir about her unconventional childhood.
But for a long time, she says, she "had a hard time believing I wasn't born a farmer's daughter, in a farmhouse in the hills of Idaho."
Her father, like millions of Americans, was not the son of a farmer. He was an intelligence analyst who worked for the US Air Force.
WESTOVER
"He went on to be the CIA, then he went to Harvard Business School, and then he set up his own international supply chain for private schools for kids," says Westover.
"And all of this is just stuff that my family doesn't talk about. I remember asking my dad what it was like for him to be on the CIA. I just didn't get it."
But, like many adopted kids, Westover doesn't remember her birth family - but she does remember her new one."
@@nikkiofthevalley "Tara Westover first picked up a kitchen knife at the age of 13" is one the greatest beginnings to a story I have ever heard.
@@alduinthetyrant5225 Also, the random "WESTOVER" in the middle.. I imagine it as if it's being screamed by some US football announcer for some reason..
I like how Markiplier really wants to know what the mushrooms are made of. After being left with that bizarre cliffhanger, instead of typing in a multi-part prompt, as he'd been doing, he increases the word length and simply types the straight-forward question, "What are the mushrooms made of?" And of course, the AI's continuation had nothing to do with mushrooms.
8:47 very devious
5:55 for the BEST JOKE EVER IN EXISTENCE
7:05
The Ai put an F in the chat.
XD
F
F
F
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i found that the text that was generated being blurred out was funnier than a lot of the other stuff in the video.
Mark not being able to even get through the YEEHAI part made my day
A. Will you be a witness?
Q: “Did you like it?”
A: "Will you be a witness?”I tried to sell the products by showing up in person and being happy to be there.
Bro u know who else who makes videos that are also entertaining ? Mine just like markiplier hundred percent u will die of laughter 💯
@@Sheelovequann another one? Really?
Mark: I know, I know, its not legal
Also Mark: At least I'm not breaking the law
A: Why is your hair like that?
I hope
I would do this a bit differently. If anyone watched Who's Line is it Anyways, there was a game where the comedians had to read aloud the text on a small piece of paper and they would have to come up with a scenario to lead up to a point where they would recall someone uttering the words, then they'd read the paper.
So my thought was, what if you came up with a one or two sentence scenario and then say that it makes you think of uncle Billy who at a time like this would say would always say [then just generate a couple of words to continue the story].
"A: Will you be a witness"
Yes I would gladly be
I'm quite impressed that the AI managed to get the "What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch?" part 99% accurate.
well it _is_ trained on real data, after all. you can choose on a scale whether it plays it straight or gets… creative. i think. because it seems to be more of a suggestion sometimes.
I haven't seen that part yet
4:21 feels like a moment a dad forgot he took mushrooms
WE NEED INFERKIT BACK
1:20 it just denied Mark's text and created its own
Mark imma let you finish but was it all just a dream
6:37 Try to reduce the creative nucleus to 0.99 see what happens maybe it will be better
Also remember you can keep clicking generate more for more on what it already generated on TOP of that. You can literally keep it going forever.
And yes it used to stop 🛑 ✋ at an “end” thanks to the settings but I guess something is wrong
Mark: Puts in the word 'don't'
AI: *Generates a whole R18+ love scene before our very eyes*
It must be an ISWM fan lmao
timestamp?
12:48
@@ANormalSaturdayOnSaturn 12:50
I am a 23 year old man from South Sudan, I have spent most of my life in a continuous war, it was a normal day 2 weeks ago as I was fighting. Then, the Sudanese fighters played this absolute masterpiece, we then began to all put down our guns and dance to this lyrical masterpiece. Thank you, sir. For Peace this song changed my life. My entire view of everything that exists in this world, in fact, even in the entire universe. I can never look at anything I know the same way again. This song represents emotions that most humans could never understand. But I can. Thanks to this song I was awakened to many things previously considered unimaginable. Thank you for this exquisite song. This video is an exquisite masterpiece, out of every single video I have ever even heard of on the entire platform, this by far has enlightened me to do fly, lose 90 pounds and even become the president of the United States, and I'm going to tell you why this is such a masterpiece as if hearing the creators, no, god of this universes luscious voice. I would like to express my thanks to you. My gratitude for your indisputably magnificent assistance is almost infinite. Your efforts have not gone unnoticed. I really like your contribution that you have in our society, you really make a difference and help others out, the world could always use more people like you. Gosh, what a polite and humble fellow. It is such a kind honor for someone as low as me to be in contact with someone of a level such as yours. I thank you once again my good friend. A world without you, would be a world I would not be able to live in, and I believe I share that opinion with most people. I can rest easy tonight knowing you helped. I appreciate you and everything you stand for and on behalf of everyone on planet earth, thanks. Yes I 100% agree no lie I am 10/10 with you in this statement no question. You are completely absolutely correct and have made no mistake in your sentence whatsoever and I applaud you for that as you have made a thoughtful statement that many agree with and those that disagree are in the minority because your statement has absolutely no faults and thus is completely without a question correct and deserves nothing but agreement. and by the way, super saiyan blue theme is a very powerful, moving song that showcased the capabilities of human emotion. It used groundbreaking technology to create stunning sounds that would mesmerize the listeners. This song is suitable for all ages; whether you're 5 years old, or 50, you should listen to this song. It is inspiring and it showcases the spectrum of human nature and how humans communicate with each other. This song revolutionized the music industry and set the bar high for other songs. In the future historians will look back on this song and regard it as the pinnacle of human achievement. It was a roller-coaster from start to finish, the nail-biting song will leave you on the edge of your seat from start to finish. Listeners will find themselves absorbed by the heartwarming tale of a relentless, determined African tribes who didn't let societies standards shape his/her/it's life. I was shocked by how intense and gripping this song was. The plot is rich, unpredictable and touching. This isn't your typical African war song, this song is a war with one's emotions. Tales of Africa is a stirring masterpiece that only comes once in a millennium. This thrilling instruments makes it a jaw-dropping performance that properly utilizes the medium. I rate this song 10 African tribes/10 African tribes, and will never listen to it again as every time I get saddened by the the fact that there will never be a song to match this masterpiece.
9:19 Why did marks "Heeffeeh" make me laugh so hard?? XD
XD
21:58 someone just got a crazy producer tag for their beats
6:57 no one is gonna mention how the mushrooms reoccured?
NUMBER 3! THE DYING MAN!!!
So, this is it. I’m dying. Seems unfair, really, as the blood running out of the gash in my side starts to puddle up below me. I can feel the cold seeping into my bones, the world around me blurring at the edges. The night is eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of a city that’s always moving, always alive, even as I slip away.
I thought about my life as I lay here, bleeding out on this abandoned alleyway. I’d always wanted to believe I’d lived a full life, but the truth was, I was full of regrets. I should have pursued that art degree, traveled to Europe, fallen in love properly. Instead, I spent my days in a cubicle, staring at a computer screen, waiting for the weekends to roll around so I could drown my sorrows in cheap wine and reruns of old sitcoms.
I was alone. Not by choice, but by circumstance, or perhaps by my own making. I never quite learned how to let people in, to trust, to open myself up to the vulnerability that comes with genuine connection. I’d built walls around my heart, brick by brick, until even I couldn’t see through them anymore.
As I lay there, the cold seeping deeper, I thought about the people I left behind. My parents, who had always loved me but never quite understood me. My few friends, who I’d pushed away one by one. The countless missed opportunities, the unspoken words, the unshared moments. All of it haunting me now, as if to say, “Is this it? Is this really how it ends?”
But as the darkness closed in, something changed. The regret started to fade, replaced by a strange sense of peace. Maybe it was the blood loss, or maybe it was something else entirely. I realized that even in my solitude, I had moments of beauty, fleeting but real. The way the sunlight would filter through the leaves in the park, the gentle sound of a piano in a distant café, the way a stranger’s smile could light up a rainy day.
I didn’t have a life full of adventures, but I had a life. flawed and imperfect, but mine. And in the end, maybe that was enough. Maybe the regret wasn’t about what I hadn’t done, but about not recognizing the value of what I had.
The world around me grew dimmer, and I felt myself starting to drift. My last thoughts were of acceptance, of peace. I was alone, but I was not unseen. The world would go on, and perhaps, in some small way, a part of me would too.
And then, the darkness took me, and I was no more.
6:14 YOU HAVE BEEN VERY GOOD THIS YEAR
“Why is your hair like that?” I asked.
“It’s strange that you ask that question considering I know exactly why I’m bald.
I don’t know how or why I’m bald but let’s just say I got myself in a bit of trouble the other day and I’m not so pretty anymore.” I looked into the mirror to see my blood red hair halfway down my neck.
“Now I can’t tell who you are, are you not going to tell me who you are?”
“Nah.”
“Do you have a name?”
“I’m Bert, I don’t have a last name or a birth certificate to go by.”
“I’m not much of a talker, but I can tell you that I have no memory of what happened.
I have no idea why I’m lying here in the hospital.
I know I’m in grave danger.
You’re going to have to help me save myself.
I need your help.
I know you can find out the truth.”
I shook my head.
“I really can’t do anything, sorry.”
“Please, give me one more chance to find out who I am.
I can’t die here with no answer.
She stared her best friend with hearts in her eyes. If only the girls knew they both had romantic feelings for eachother.
It had been four days since Iris had seen her.
Iris couldn't believe Dawn had never called her back.
Ever since she had left Ash, she hadn't heard a word from Dawn.
Iris had tried calling her several times but there was no answer.
She even tried her sister's place but she couldn't reach her either.
Iris was beginning to get worried.
She knew her friend was in trouble but she couldn't do anything to help her.
Cilan and Georgia were in trouble too.
Ginra was able to save Ash but he will have to get rid of his wings. He lost his best friends that day and one of his friends too.
The girls will have to kiss to overcome their sorrows.
Just then Rinra returned and told them that their beloved assistant would be joining the girls to celebrate the winter festival and that the guests had just arrived.
The guests had come from two far away places. One came from the top of Mt. Covington and the other came from the House of Horses. They had come to dance at the ball for the winter festival.
Oh how much had Iris' face lit up!
She forgot about Cilan for a while.
But she still couldn't wait to see him.
She ran up to him and gave him a big hug.
"Mr. Cake!
Mr. Candelble!
Iris' favorite cakes!"
Iris nearly shouted when she saw her favourite cakes.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm doing what I can for my friend," Cilan said in a soft, warm voice.
"They've been on a trip to Sinnoh."
"I know where he went!"
Iris exclaimed.
"He went to visit May and Max.
May has frostbitten feet and Max is sick.
I'm sure they're fine.
Now I need to go, I have to prepare for the ball.
See you again soon."
She gave him one last kiss on the lips and went to prepare for the winter festival.
Iris wasn't the only one who was looking forward to it, The King and Queen had too.
The whole castle had been decorated and was ready for the ball.
The lights from the trees and cauldrons filled the room with light.
But Iris didn't notice that; she was busy chatting with the Queen.
"And do you like our theme?"
Queen Iris asked Cilan.
"Yes," The King responded.
"It is beautiful."
"Thank you," Queen Iris said.
She turned to Cilan.
"Now do you think they've dressed you properly?
Not in a shepherd's outfit like yours."
"Queen Iris," Nurse Joy called out of the doorway.
"Mr. Cilan is here to see you."
Iris turned around and made her way to the door.
As she approached, she opened her eyes a bit.
"And who is this?"
Iris asked Cilan.
"Oh it's nothing," Nurse Joy said.
"Mr. Cilan is a guest here.
You know, from the dragon island."
Iris nodded and waved goodbye to Nurse Joy.
She said bye to Cilan as she closed the door behind her.
Cilan stood against the door and gazed at her.
He tried to push the door open but it wouldn't budge.
"Open the door!"
Cilan shouted.
"Open the door!"
He was enraged that Nurse Joy wouldn't let him in the room.
He got down on his knees and started to bang on the door.
"Why aren't you letting me in?!"
Cilan growled in-
12:49 - even the neural-net AI knows about "Don't."
UK in 1933: basically the same
USA in 1933: basically the same
Germany in 1933: 3:10
A: will you be a witness
Nah, the UK and US were pretty shit too
Germany was inspired by the US. Remember that,
@@kalleidemation Exactly
7:15 That is the joke, the text trolled Mark.
My mind: NO WHAT ARE YOU- STOP FUCLING THE CAR WITH THE TRACTOR
More like rolled
I love how it had the copy pasta word for word with the only inaccuracy being the number 🤣
Also: Will you be a witness?
sometimes it creeps me out. one time i did something relating to an airbus plane and it knew who the CEO of airbus was
@@cadenbarnfather1434 why wouldnt it know though
@@rowboat10 theres no reason why it shouldnt as it has all of the internet at its disposal but it is still kinda creepy
I wanna know what it's a reference to, cause I have no idea-
I think this may be my all time favorite Markiplier video. Every single second is hilarious. One of the only vids I've consistently rewatched over months.
A: Will you be a witness?
That one friend who ruins the joke: 5:09