My joke for several weeks afterwards was that I identified as a Cleveland-class cruiser, but was trapped in an Phoenix-class body. "I've never seen one of those before." This was followed quickly by the realization: "I need that ship." When the inevitable message of my demise came up, I tabbed over to see what had wrecked me. Whoever and whatever was out there demolished me in short order. The tight little stream of luminous, golden shells shot up, tilted over, and then began expanding into a gleaming river of destruction raining down all around my pathetic scow. All of a sudden, waaaaay out there in the murk, I watched this tiny fountain of pretty gold dots begin spraying vertically upward from a single point on the horizon. But when I looked through my binoculars I didn't see anything. My radar suddenly showed a possible enemy cruiser. ![]() I was sailing around in my Tier 4 Phoenix, guarding a channel between some islands. ![]() I can still recall the first time I encountered a Cleveland-class cruiser in World of Warships.
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