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Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,178
- Losses
- 169
- Efficiency
- 87%
- Danger Ratio
- 94%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 201.31B
- Lost
- 20.03B
- ISK Efficiency
- 91%
- Balance
- +181.27B
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 319
- Solo Ratio
- 27%
- Final Blows
- 598
- Points
- 1,178
Other
- NPC Losses
- 10
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 6%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage
Damage Dealt50.6M
Damage Taken2.6M
Damage Ratio95%
Combat profile
How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days
Activity
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Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
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Hulls Lost
Losses broken down by hull class.
Career
Corporations flown for, most recent first
Soldier Training Facilities UnlimitedSince Tuesday, 8 March 20160 Kills0 Losses
PerkoneSince Tuesday, 8 March 201630 Kills1 Losses
Sons-of-LibertySince Sunday, 1 March 2015293 Kills43 Losses
Elipse Inc.Since Sunday, 21 December 20080 Kills7 Losses
The Knights of the New RepublicSince Tuesday, 28 August 20070 Kills0 Losses
State War AcademySince Wednesday, 22 August 20070 Kills0 Losses
In-game bio
On the horizon was the blazing outlines of a bombed city,
the outlying areas dotted with flaming craters and fleeing refuges.
I vomited out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack
on the non-combatants, pulpifying their flesh in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst.
The mass mutilation of a world ensued, with those not being
fit for slave labor being herded into gigantic flaming pits.
We laughed as several thousand years of cultural development
were wiped out in a single blundering instant.
Gorged on guts, gouged out eyes, captives fill the breeding hive
Desecrate their sovereign world, bloated, bloody, drunken churl
Cultures crumble, races die, stench of midgets fill the sky
Smashing skulls with ghastly crunch, pretty soon we'll break for lunch
Later, as we flew through deep space, ritually disemboweling our victims
The navigator informed us that we attacked the wrong planet.
Hahaha.
"Only the paranoid survive."
the outlying areas dotted with flaming craters and fleeing refuges.
I vomited out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack
on the non-combatants, pulpifying their flesh in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst.
The mass mutilation of a world ensued, with those not being
fit for slave labor being herded into gigantic flaming pits.
We laughed as several thousand years of cultural development
were wiped out in a single blundering instant.
Gorged on guts, gouged out eyes, captives fill the breeding hive
Desecrate their sovereign world, bloated, bloody, drunken churl
Cultures crumble, races die, stench of midgets fill the sky
Smashing skulls with ghastly crunch, pretty soon we'll break for lunch
Later, as we flew through deep space, ritually disemboweling our victims
The navigator informed us that we attacked the wrong planet.
Hahaha.
"Only the paranoid survive."