There I was, quietly pushing my way through the depths of Magmoor, my missles were only at their half-load, my health was less than par given the surprisingly large amount of time I'd been forced to spend in the magma lacing everything remotely safe-looking, given that, as a newbie to the game at the time, I had not yet learned that a bug with three-pronged armor on its forehead was immune to anything less than food-looking weapons. I open a gate, staving my concerns for a moment as I see a new area. Found, was I, because I had not yet noticed the numerous Pirates wandering about. How I'd wished it was the same for them. I find the gate, and hear the landing of two behind me. In the time it took for me to turn around and let loose a volley of munitions to make North Korea soil itself, their friend in the Crane Booth, one of the many, happily assist them in perforating my sub par armor. Swiftly, I fall to the ground, shrieking...
...only to wake up, four hours prior in the destroyed Frigate...because I'd forgotten to save...
Though, I do have to agree with the Shadow the Hedgehog moment above. For all the gods in heaven, why did they think Shadow needed weapons? Why do they think that Sonic needs a sword now? There's just no sound reasoning there!