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Lana Lane
Lana Lane-1.50
Created on
Next Birthday
Last Active
Security Status
-1.50

Combat Record

Career-long numbers from eve-kill

Combat
Kills
1,484
Losses
91
Efficiency
94%
Danger Ratio
100%
ISK
Destroyed
3.65T
Lost
194.73B
ISK Efficiency
95%
Balance
+3.45T
Solo
Solo Kills
30
Solo Ratio
2%
Final Blows
143
Points
1,476
Other
NPC Losses
0
NPC Loss Ratio
0%
Avg Kills/Day
Activity
Low
Damage
Damage Dealt303.2M
Damage Taken9.2M
Damage Ratio97%

Combat profile

How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days

Activity

What they fly and where they fight

Most Valuable

Matchups

Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose

Top ListsLast 90d
Hulls LostLast 90d

Losses broken down by hull class.

Career

Corporations flown for, most recent first

In-game bio

I'm movin' different
This shit ain't nothin' to me, man, I'm a dog
I'm bitin' the fart bubbles in the bath, we smokin' Symbiotes
Smokin' that Whoopi Goldberg, south Egyptian
Furburger deluxe, Mega Millions scratcher, skunk, Bubba kush
We smokin' dung beetle
I'm on twelve Vicodin, smokin' on Scooby-Doo dick
We smokin' sequoia banshee boogers
We snortin' that good buffalo soldier, tamarind, Jordanian jibbies
They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm him
That Burberry Backwoods pack hittin'
That pussy smell like a Hellcat V8
We smokin' shit in a glass pipe, blowin' the Lord's bubbles
I'm sick in the head, I'm on them Broward County Tic-Tacs
I'm on them Georgetown Gеronimos
I'm on them Nashville nibblers
I lеft my Margielas in the Benz truck
I'll have to stunt on them next time
I don't give a fuck if I go blind
I don't need to see the price tag anyways
I'm high on twelve Jason Bournes, lookin' to beat the cum out of a thick, fresh oak
We're smokin' filtered crack, you stupid piece of shit
I'll fuckin' kill you
Call that pussy The Matrix because I'm in this bitch and I can't get out
Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves
The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them
Slowly faded into darkness and I let the archangels take him
I need more sequoia banshee boogers
Don't be shy, girl, I love me some pastrami mud flaps
I'm movin' like French Montana—Haaanh?
Welcome to the cream kingdom, bitch, open up
Blac Chyna, I'd drink her piss out of another man's balls
My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson
You ain't seen ten bands in your life, jit
Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example
Y'all gotta stop playin' with me, man
I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the Great Pyramids
I pushed the camel through the eye of a needle
This shit ain't nothin' to me, man
Tied the ops to the back of a Trackhawk and dragged 'em around the block for 24-hours
Motherfucker looked like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him
Ops wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant
I'm movin' like Oppenheimer
She dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle
They thought I was Steven Wallace
Top shelf zaza disrupted my circadian rhythm
I have seen the Magna Carta, I've seen the Eye of Horus