~Genral~

This is a mini wiki for the game Ampit which is currently in Beta 0.1.2.
It is a terraria based 2D game where you just mine. I know it's not to good but by Beta 0.2.0 or above I should be adding building to the game.
If you (and yes I mean you human staring infront of a screen when you should be doing homework) have code you want in the game you will be credited. Even art and music would be nice (I may have to change the art due to my selectiveness)

~NEWS~

Please check “Help Needed” in the game notes and credits

~Link~

What? You din't get the link. Well it was in genral dude…

~Last Notes~

Thanks for coming please feel free to communicate to me and one another. GOODBYE!

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~UPDATES~
Alpha 0.0.1: 10/8/2017 6:01 PM: Shared with 12 different blocks and the Posion platformer character

Alpha 0.0.2 10/10/2017 4:44 PM cube 10 is unbreakable barrel at y 30 is now only above ony 1 block

Alpha 0.0.3 10/22/2017 10:40 pm added cube 13 (iron ore)

Alpha 0.0.4 10/26/2017 6:01 pm added mining distance limit

Beta 0.1.0 11/8/2017 8:08 pm (9:08 when not counting Daylight saving time) Beta!!!! Added the Flarious pickaxe, flare leaves, flare bark wood, and clouds

Beta 0.1.1 11/21/2017 10:33 pm (still in dst (daylight saving time))
Added ruby ore and highlighting for blocks

Beta 0.1.2 12/2/2017 1:10 AM: Ruby can be mined, clouds, players, and trees were retextured

Beta 0.1.3 12/6/2017 5:33 PM: New hilighter

Beta 0.1.4 12/8/2017 7:47 PM: Fixed Hilighter, added a new music, and inventory added (also renamed the flare wood to AmpWood and the Farious pick is now the Ampaxe)

Beta 0.2.0 12/24/2017 10:38: Sorry for the massive delay but so much has been changed!!! First of all, the inventory now has the ability to hold 1000 of one kind of item. The Intro has been added!!! The chest has been added to the costumes and is expected to be in the game offically before Beta 0.3.0 (hopefully). And the glitch of falling through hilighted objects has been added! Also you'll find your guy wearing a litter christmas hat. Ah…..

Beta 0.2.1 12/27/2017 11:08 ?? (AM or PM, I'm guessing PM): Added breathing! More animating coming soon. I also cut the time of the intro and mining.

Beta 0.2.2 12/31/2017 8:21 PM: THE TREE UPDATE!!!! Trees now are more common. You'll only find more!!! The leaves now die if left in the air. Soon an animation will come. The time iws ticking with time. The time code was taken from the old game of Foreigner's Frontier. Day/Night cycle is coming!!!

Beta 0.2.3 4/5/2018 10:48 PM: THE TIME UPDATE! The auto tree leaf destruction has been removed along with the static old sun. Now Day night cycles are present! Stars will also be visible!

Beta 0.2.4 4/6/2018 6:40: OMG ITS ALMOST 0.3!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I have added dropped tiles and fixed small bugs.

Beta 0.3.0 4/13/2018 10:07: The Crafting update. Added two crafting recipes, changed dropped tile behavior, and fixed a minor bug. Now all blocks you haven't discovered will be shown in the inventory as ??? From now on only the last 3 updates will be in the update log, the rest will be in the forums. A new bug has risen to

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Armpit Wiki.
Thats enough internet 4 me for today m8

FlopjackFlumbery wrote:

Armpit Wiki.
Thats enough internet 4 me for today m8

WuT? Why are you here then?

Chapter I
War!
Ling-Lowar, a north Korean, wearing a White Sweater and blue jeans with his brown tinted black hair, was living a regular, windy October day in 2078. Kim-Il-Un was the current leader of Korea at that time while Ling’s father was a North Korean commander. He fought in the Korea-Japan war from 2065 – 2067. Japan surrendered and public support for NATO fell. North Korea controlled the entirety of South Korea and the southern half of Japan. China took over the other half of the islands.
Ling’s father never talked about career or duties as commander. Ling was curious though. There was a room in their apartment with a large sign with bold red text:
Len’s Office
DO NOT ENTER!
Ling’s father was named Len. Len had the only key to the private home office. He always carried the golden thing with him. Ling had to pull something big off and his mom wouldn’t agree with his idea.
He didn’t know how to do this task and always thought of it. “Anything wrong?” Ling’s mom asked at night. “No, I’m fine,” Ling said nervously. “Got bullied?” Ling’s mom asked. Ling hoped she wouldn’t know what he was thinking, “Can I just sleep?” he said, and his mom agreed.
It was time for school and Ling wasn’t too happy with his day. One of his friends sent him a playdate request and his mom took it to the office. When Ling got to school Lisk, the friend who sent the request, started jumping up and down asking if he would agree. “Mom took it to the office,” Ling muttered which made Lisk very angry, “WHY? WHY WHY-” The school bell rang before Lisk could even attempt to finish. Ling walked to his fifth-grade classroom while Lisk walked to the fourth-grade classrooms.
In math Ling was learning about fractions. He saw Jinza using two paper clips to fiddle around with one of the teacher’s black drawers. He pulled out a paper and he quickly walked back to his desk in the back of the classroom. Ling raised his hand. “What is the answer to the question?” the teacher asked. Ling answered, “2 1/5! But teacher, Jinza took some-” Jinza threw a paper clip at him. It missed him and soundlessly hit the floor. He continued non-the less, “papers from your drawer- “Jinza threw a paperclip and ran away from the classroom. This time the clip cut Ling. Paper clips! That’s how he could open the office door! He got two paper clips for one of his birthdays.
After class Lisk asked the same question again, “will you come?” Ling looked at his dad’s van coming into view, “Maybe. I think I could find a way.” Lisk like Ling was also a very curious boy, probably even more curious. “How?” he asked. Len was waving his hand to attract Ling, “I’ll talk about it tomorrow,” he said while walking to the red van.
“How was school?” Len asked. “Decent,” Ling said trying to avoid talking about Jinza. “I’ll be gone tomorrow,” Len said with little enthusiasm, “I’m going to Beijing for a conference.” Ling was pleased with this news.
But then, just the next day Len was on the old tattered red couch watching the news. “What happened?” Ling asked, “Why aren’t you in Beijing?” Len looked surprised, “don’t you know? America bombed Beijing. We’re at war!” Ling wasn’t happy. Len spent all his time in his office. Then the very next week Sheol was bombed. Len then left for Pyongyang, giving Ling the one and possibly only chance to go to the office.
That day his mom was cooking dinner. He straightened the paper clips and picked the lock of the pine door. There was nothing. No security cameras, no tripwire, no lasers, just an unsecure office with a lock. The drawers were also locked. The polished pine wood on the drawer felt elegant. This lock was easier to pick then the door.
He unlocked it and found multiple files. He looked at every title, Kim-Il-Un promotes 12 generals, the U.S bombs Beijing, Sheol is bombed, and then Ling found something weird. The title of this new file said, “Classified testing.” Ling opened it expecting a nuclear testing which he learned North Korea did a lot when he watched a North Korean insult show when the family was in Paris. Len was always in hatred every time that show appeared. He didn’t expect that it wasn’t. He read some of the file,
“New Plan!
We, The Communist Republic of Korea (The CRK or North Korea), have created a gamma ray producing mechanism. This system is to be used on the moon.
Here are our test plans including our first three sets of targets:
November 16, 2078 – Sending mechanism
November 24, 2078 – London, Paris, and Berlin
December 15, 2078 – Warsaw and Las Vegas
January 12, 2079 – Austin
Extra Note: If anything goes wrong:
The Password to turning off the rocket is Square Root”
Ling stopped reading, he now figured out what Len was hiding, A password and weapon plans. Then He heard footsteps and the creaking wooden stairs. Ling quickly put the files away and locked the drawer. He could hear his mom coming, “Ling! Ling! Where are you!” Ling hoped he wouldn’t be noticed then the door started opening. Ling saw that there was a plastic white painted closet door to his left. He crawled over to the door and slowly opened it. Then he saw the walls full of guns, ammo, melee weapons including bats and hammers, and four hazmat suits. He still hid there despite the weapons.
He could hear his mom looking around. She opened the drawers noticing the file Ling looked at which he put in the wrong drawer. “Ling! Did you do this!” she screamed. She started to leave the room and then turned back. Ling thought she could smell his breath, so he held it. Then Ling’s mom took a few steps closer to the closet. Ling moved and the floor beneath him creaked. He would soon be caught! He waited and then, “Hey I’m home!” Len yelled just arriving from Pyongyang.
Ling mom then walked back down. Ling emerged from the crowded closet and placed the file calmly in the correct place though part of him just wanted to run. He then left the office and locked the door then trekked over to his room. There he fixed the paper clips, so suspicion wouldn’t arise if Len saw what happened to them. Ling didn’t like making up dumb stories of why very peculiar things happen to be.
But now Ling had what he desired. He just had one little problem. Some nagging feeling in him thought that weapons on the beautiful moon was just wrong. He didn’t know what to think. Should he follow his country’s desires, or should he understand that his country was the enemy. He couldn’t choose.





















Chapter II
News
November was just around the corner and New York was busier than ever. Tourist stormed through the booming city and drivers hoped they wouldn’t cross a traffic jam throughout the whole fearful day. One intersection near the Empire State Building was blocked off as rioters yelled in displeasure, “Don’t bomb Pyongyang!” They said it repeatedly, you could have heard it 3 blocks away!
“All right Commander, send them in,” Lieutenant Marnee said slowly setting the white Narttech 7 phone on the birch desk. Narttech is a company creating phones greater than Apple or Samsung. Their first phone was made in 2047. Just a minute later Marnee got a call, “Yes, what is it? 14 dead! Arrest them all!”
“today protesters have killed 14 police and 102 protesters have been arrested. The United States will now withdraw all plans for bombing Pyongyang-” Lieutenant Marnee turned off the news report in his house. He stood up from his red leather couch and walked into his kitchen. He started to walk towards the fridge then the bell rang. Marnee walked over to his wooden front door painted with elegant whites and blues in the form a large blue star covering most of the door. The SSMC (Special secretive mailing company) had piled 15 envelopes on the area were a tattered blue Welcome rug use to sit on the concrete front doorstep. Marnee had removed the Welcome rug from the front because of all the neighbors who complained about it.
Marnee was covered in taxes and FBI reports by two days. Unfortunately for Marnee, he didn’t know how to swim out of this mess.
He spent so much time on the taxes, reports, and now emails that he only had 2 meals, dinner and lunch. Breakfast was just bacon which Marnee forgot about. The steaming hot bacon came to him occasionally, “Tomorrow,” he said, “Tomorrow is bacon day.”
Ling was still in his routine, but dad was out of the picture. He focused on the document Ling saw. Then an idea came. Weapons. No, that’s the wrong thing. Something bothered him more the suits and rifles in the office’s closet. The thing that would be placed on the moon. The death of London, Paris, and every other city in the world would have to surrender or die.
Ling needed to fix this. He had one plan and one chance. Len was angry still at the world for what it did. “May I come in?” Ling asked. No sound came from Len. Louder is the key to this, Ling thought. He went to an almost screaming voice, “LEN! IT IS LING! MAY I-” That’s when Len opened the door and simply semi whispered, “do you see how hard it is?”
The talk was long, more like looooooooooooooooooong. Len screamed the whole time and I was glad my mom had to see Aunt Kavia. I asked about the drawer. Len simply said, “Classified,” then he locked the door. Ling needed to go back. It was a gut feeling, stopping the machine or whatever it is was the only way now.
He set himself a goal. He forgot about homework and worked on excuses and trickery. He was lucky his teacher was smart enough to put up a fight. Over time Ling started to win over her and moved to new targets. Jinza was fun, that bully was as hard as rock, but even an ant could break a rock way tougher than itself. Ling did that and in less than a week and Jinza fell for it, that was enough now.
It was time for a plan. Recess for Ling was terrible, he never scored a goal in football and kids bullied him for that. If Ling said Len was a Government official people may stop. But that was unlikely since the last time he said that in daycare at around age 4 or 5 while being scolded for not letting someone play one of his imaginative games it didn’t work.
The teachers and students seemed deaf to that knowledge and his dad grounded him for a week. The game, which he was scolded for just because he played it, was a recreation of a battle his dad told him about. The battle was just a month after his birth, he called it his “birth battle.” That’s why in daycare one Japanese teacher refused to teach him his ABCs for the 27th time. He would sometimes be called “Japanese Nightmare.”
So, during recess he would spend the 20 minutes a day planning for the mission. Paper was all over the class. Now it was time to think…









Chapter 3
Planning for good
Time was everything for Ling now. It was November 1st and the craft would launch in 15 days. Based on papers from Len’s office, he would have to go to Pyongyang, a 15-minute drive, and whatever 15 times 15 was for the walk time. Ling struggled with double digit multiplication. He used a calculator from Len’s desk and found it was 225 minutes. Then in the mail Len was instructed to oversee the launch of the weapon. So, then he would have to get into the car. The trunk was the worst option since Len’s suitcase would be there. Then Ling had an idea…
“Hey Len,” Ling said as Len opened the office door, “here’s the mail. And, Um… Well I wanted to talk. Like uh… I wanted to talk about a trip, I heard you were going on one to um… watch a film and you were going to bring your suitcase. And I wanted to inform you that suitcases in trunks have been known to combust in the trunk due to a-”
Len spoke, “um…. Ok….” Now Ling got his trip done. It was the 3rd now and it was the first day of school after Halloween. Soon he had to go to art class which was a headache for Ling.
“All!!!!!!!! Right class! It is art time!!!!!” said Professor Victone as he killed everyone’s eardrums.