You’ve been wandering for a while. Specifically, you’ve come across some odd circumstances. From caves, to tunnels, to labyrinths… And now you’ve made it to the final (at least, you hope so) puzzle of your search. A large door; three switches; and a code you can’t seem to make out.

As you’re staring at the code, you hear footsteps… Standing beside you now is a fit man, wearing what seems to be Spartan armor in gold, with a red cape on his shoulders and a red plume on his helmet. His face is completely blacked out, obscured by shadows caused by his helmet. He glances at you, then the three switches, then to the puzzle.

“Wait. Let me get a piece of paper and a pen.”

He says, more to himself than to you. He pats himself down, searching his inventory for some. He then turns to you, his obscured face looking at you expectantly.

You check your inventory; nothing. By Notch, this is going to be impossible. The “Spartan” grumbles, taking out a pickaxe from his inventory. He goes to the gate blocking your path.

“Unfortunately for you, I have a pickaxe..”

He mutters, again to himself or… Someone else. Definitely not you. He mines through the gate—two blocks—enough for you both to fit. He turns to you.

“You. Are you coming or not?”