Infusion granted by the Architect herself. It grants access to the Overseer System and Scratch's own editor, at the cost of the decay of the user's own code. If one doesn't have the mental fortitude to handle the sheer magitude of the power, they simply die or decay quickly. Luckily... Pip has the strongest will anyone has ever seen. "This power... I can see why you never grant it." "I can feel myself... Decaying." "Is that why you don't?" "Becuse it stretches even beyond the bounds of our reality?" "..." "Please, promise me one thing." "If I die..." "Make sure I'm remembered fondly."
ALL REMIXES OF THIS WILL BE DISREGARDED, THIS INFUSION IS NOT MEANT FOR ANYONE BUT A SELECT FEW The enemy ascended beyond your control Or was that all your intention? They have managed to demolish whatever we made But you're failing to comprehend If they can, they will easily butcher you whole While you're blinded by your depression I have gotten to the point where I'm just too afraid That you're going to meet your end My screams echo out through the fire And your rival dares stand in my way Yes, this is a hardship most dire And one day, you will heed what I say This is my message to my master This is a fight you cannot win I think that past your great disasters Their victory stirs below your skin If you proceed, I will not blame you I will move forth and win your war But if I should die before you continue You shall have heard my final dying roar The enemy ascended beyond your control Or was that all your intention? They have managed to demolish whatever we made But you're failing to comprehend If they can, they will easily butcher you whole While you're blinded by your depression I have gotten to the point where I'm just too afraid That you're going to meet your end My screams echo out through the fire And your rival dares stand in my way Yes, this is a hardship most dire And one day, you will heed what I say This is my message to my master This is a fight you cannot win I think that past your great disasters Their victory stirs below your skin If you proceed, I will not blame you I will move forth and win your war But if I should die before you continue You shall have heard my final dying roar
