TUTORIAL, IN THE CAR PARK OF DISAPPOINTMENT™.

You are standing in an uncountable(*) array of parked cars. Cars of every shape or colour you can imagine.

After bumbling about a bit you finally notice the sign overhead which helpfully proclaims this to be the EXODUS section, which should help you return to your own vehicle once you've finished exploring the ZIGGURAT OF DISAPPOINTMENT™. Assuming this is where you've parked it, of course. But maybe it was over there? Who can tell?

Additional cars uncountable(*) extend NORTH and WEST.

(*) Well, virtually uncountable. I mean, we've got fingers. Toes. And computers - with enough time we could count anything.(**)

(**) Well, virtually anything. How much disappointment have you experienced so far? Care to put a number on it? There's more where that came from...