Missile...my brother...a computer can never alone create something more perfect than itself. We created you so you are doomed to a hollow, depressing, and short 30 second life on your way into the rear aspect of that MIG.
Oh god. No wonder sentient munitions aren't supposed to last for long. I think in... Some Borderlands-esque game? They programmed a sentient bomb, but without any ability to conceptualize mortality. So the whole mission it would say stuff like, "We should get tacos after this!" And "I can't wait to meet your families!"
Imagine traveling to Morrowind to find youself sitting down with a mad god, ash creature, cultust of the sixth house with big meaty claws for a chit chat
We've all been there. Out with the wife, and next thing you know, you've lost your way. Your targeting system acquires the rear aspect of a plump Mig. You watch those thrust vectoring nozzles do their thing, and you get sprung. Guidance leads you and the chase is on, and it will end in one of two ways. Bandit splash down, or an abort. Problem is your guidance system didnt guide you to happy and fulfilling life. Those Mig bumps, lovely Mig bumps turned out to be a failure of your IFF. Splashdown of a friendly. F35, single, no kids. At least if wasnt an F15, your guidance tells you, but its bad. You want to abort, because, F35's sister is your wife in the hangar. She needs it. Either way, your marriage is a dud.
Congrats to Dagoth Ur (the god) becoming a licensed therapist
He Still Refuses To Present A Qualification From A Recognised Certification Body.
Mig-29 rear aspect got the missile acting unwise
"The missile is only guided towards a target and not a happy and fulfilling life" hits different bro
Doctor Dagoth: Is this how you honor the bounds of your marriage and the purpose of your life, misslerevar?
The constant inhales really sell this one
I can't believe he Torpedo'd his own marriage
You and me both, Mr Missile, you and me both.
o7 Missile, go boldly into that Mig's tail.
Sometimes you have to know where you are at all times. You know this by knowing where you aren't
0:37 The Missile achieved Chim right there.
The missile knows where it is, & where it’s going, but not why
I want this video to be all that remains of our civilisation millions of years in the future with zero context
There's a few videos for me, but this is definitely one of them.
Missile...my brother...a computer can never alone create something more perfect than itself. We created you so you are doomed to a hollow, depressing, and short 30 second life on your way into the rear aspect of that MIG.
Oh god. No wonder sentient munitions aren't supposed to last for long. I think in... Some Borderlands-esque game? They programmed a sentient bomb, but without any ability to conceptualize mortality. So the whole mission it would say stuff like, "We should get tacos after this!" And "I can't wait to meet your families!"
The Missile™ getting help from Dagoth Ur (the God therapist) really Kwaa's my Flanenzerg
Imagine traveling to Morrowind to find youself sitting down with a mad god, ash creature, cultust of the sixth house with big meaty claws for a chit chat
*people keeping track of the story/timeline* What
what a blessing
You don't miss, what can I say
I kinda feel bad for the missile 😢
this was the intent
Dagoth Ur really Kwaa's my Flanenzerg, sadly this doesn't help the missile.
The missile is Based because it knows what it isn't.
Therapy really Kwaa's my Flanenzerg
Explains me well
*inhale & seethe & drink & brood & splash*
This isn't in Dagoth's voice. Am I not getting something?
It's from the video "The missile knows where it is..."
もしもう一度これを書かなければならないとしたら、ペニスが青くなって落ちるまで車のドアに叩きつけたいと思います。
Thank you
This is deep. No really, it is
What voice ai is this? Can someone send me a link or something?
omg I am the Missile.
This one don't even sound like Dagoth and you of all ppl should know. 😅
Dagoth Ur clickbait, how dare you!
how did you clone the voice so well? like what program
what the?
We've all been there. Out with the wife, and next thing you know, you've lost your way. Your targeting system acquires the rear aspect of a plump Mig. You watch those thrust vectoring nozzles do their thing, and you get sprung. Guidance leads you and the chase is on, and it will end in one of two ways. Bandit splash down, or an abort.
Problem is your guidance system didnt guide you to happy and fulfilling life. Those Mig bumps, lovely Mig bumps turned out to be a failure of your IFF. Splashdown of a friendly. F35, single, no kids. At least if wasnt an F15, your guidance tells you, but its bad. You want to abort, because, F35's sister is your wife in the hangar. She needs it.
Either way, your marriage is a dud.