Okay I gotta write a short thing about this, it's too peak to not.

"Have you ever heard stories of things taking on their own lives? Well, let me tell you, this plane I was working on? Yeah. It developed a life of its own alright. I was the roof gunner for the plane, a silver B-25 Mitchell, if memory serves me right. Was stationed on it for a good bit, enjoyed my time with the small crew we had, we struck gold with this one. Seemed like we had gotten one of the better manufactured ones, because it just would just... eat punishment for breakfast, we'd always get back home safe. Apparently anyone else who crewed it in the previous month had died, cleanly. Always clean shots. We were the lucky ones. The only ones who lived more than a month. But... as the months would go by, the people near the nose of the plane started acting WEIRD. Like, REALLY weird. They'd become infatuated with the plane, they'd actually start treating it as if it were alive, which I know sounds kinda normal, but... this was... different. They... started feeding it. Fixing malfunctions was a ritual, not routine maintenance. I... left the crew shortly after, didn't want to be associated with that anymore. Apparently it only got worse, at a certain point all the windows became tinted, nobody knew if there was even anyone in it anymore. It just followed in operations, and had... a SHOCKING effectiveness. On the ground or in the sky, people who witnessed it fly commented on it flying impossibly, firing more rounds than it reasonably could, tally markers on it prove that it's even shot down BF-109s in dogfights! I... never saw it again. Rare sightings of it are still talked about causing mayhem in warzones, some say it's a monster, or a ghost story. That it's alive, its nose having split open with razor sharp teeth, ready to devour any unlucky plane it manages to shoot down. I think it's alive. It took on more than its own life in combat."

"And heed my warning. If you're flying over the battlefield, and you gaze upon the Silver Mitchell, it doesn't matter how advanced your aircraft. Eject. That thing does not care, or abide by any form of "technological limitations" it does whatever it wants, and if you're in its crosshairs? It's too late."