After a short climb up a few sets of stairs, several of which were precariously placed so that it optimizes the grist supply while also being structurally sound, you reach the precipice of something new, the first gate. You have been told by your mother on your trip upwards that these gates are important parts of the game, and that every player has quests to go through each numbered gate equivalently.
You take a look at yourself, are you properly prepared? Do you have enough weaponry and armour? Food? How about ammo or communication technology? All these and more seem to be solved by your current load. You have your Disco Machine, which covers both your weaponry and communication problems. As well, you have your mother, who can produce ice cream and probably more on a whim. Armour is solved by your car-infused inVESTigator. You prepare for a final few seconds, and then...