- Kills
- 2,586
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 252
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 99%
- ISK destroyed
- 2.99T
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 2,586
- Losses
- 252
- Danger Ratio
- 98%
- Final Blows
- 62
- Points
- 2,586
ISK
- Destroyed
- 2.99T
- Lost
- 29.26B
- Balance
- +2.96T
- ISK Efficiency
- 99%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 19
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 4
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 2%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt37.2M
Damage Ratio · 91%
Damage Taken3.6M
Activity
What they fly, where they fight, latest kills and losses
Most Valuable
The priciest kills in the window
Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Last 90d
Killed
Killed By
Hulls LostLosses broken down by hull class.
In-game bio
To the haters, the takers, the liars, all the vultures
And the bottom feeding scum
The FCC, the FBI
And every tin god with a badge and a gun
You talk and talk, you preach and bitch
But your words don't mean a thing
You get what you give, you give what you get
Just the way it's always been
I choose death before dishonor
I'd rather die than live down on my knees
Bury me like a soldier with my dignity
You imitate the ostracized
Put your head beneath the sand
Your cup, it runneth over
Must be rough to live so grand
You reap what you sow, you pay what you owe
Lest you bathe yourself in greed
You rob and you take, your world is fake
There's no honor amongst the thieves
I choose death before dishonor
I'd rather die than live down on my knees
Bury me like a soldier with my dignity
And the bottom feeding scum
The FCC, the FBI
And every tin god with a badge and a gun
You talk and talk, you preach and bitch
But your words don't mean a thing
You get what you give, you give what you get
Just the way it's always been
I choose death before dishonor
I'd rather die than live down on my knees
Bury me like a soldier with my dignity
You imitate the ostracized
Put your head beneath the sand
Your cup, it runneth over
Must be rough to live so grand
You reap what you sow, you pay what you owe
Lest you bathe yourself in greed
You rob and you take, your world is fake
There's no honor amongst the thieves
I choose death before dishonor
I'd rather die than live down on my knees
Bury me like a soldier with my dignity