- Kills
- 161
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 55
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 94%
- ISK destroyed
- 96.00B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 161
- Losses
- 55
- Danger Ratio
- 91%
- Final Blows
- 18
- Points
- 161
ISK
- Destroyed
- 96.00B
- Lost
- 5.95B
- Balance
- +90.05B
- ISK Efficiency
- 94%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 3
- Solo Ratio
- 2%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 5
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 9%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt261.0K
Damage Ratio · 41%
Damage Taken368.7K
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
Your staring at my eye..... Everyone does....
a mark of pride it is indeed, an accident is how it happened.
A load of Noxicum spilled over during an offloading in station.
Luckily I was not buried, the prostitute was no so lucky.
Think her name was Spaceship B...... something
but a miner I still remain as was my father,
The nox nearly killed me, poisonus the stuff is,
True to the ore I am. Spending days in space,
Unwashed and grimey in my captains seat,
stinking up my cabin,
finding the occasional skidmark in the pants,
finding the occasional klingong smeared between cheeks,
I think they call that sharting, fart/shit in one,
I mine my own gastric gasses and sell on market.
did I mention I freeball? well now you know.
No butthuggers or tighty whities for me.
Im a real miner to the grimey core.
I dont need a change of clothes,
Unless im pissing out the wrong hole into my pants.
My groin has never known scissor or blade,
Im a real man, a rugged miner.
a mark of pride it is indeed, an accident is how it happened.
A load of Noxicum spilled over during an offloading in station.
Luckily I was not buried, the prostitute was no so lucky.
Think her name was Spaceship B...... something
but a miner I still remain as was my father,
The nox nearly killed me, poisonus the stuff is,
True to the ore I am. Spending days in space,
Unwashed and grimey in my captains seat,
stinking up my cabin,
finding the occasional skidmark in the pants,
finding the occasional klingong smeared between cheeks,
I think they call that sharting, fart/shit in one,
I mine my own gastric gasses and sell on market.
did I mention I freeball? well now you know.
No butthuggers or tighty whities for me.
Im a real miner to the grimey core.
I dont need a change of clothes,
Unless im pissing out the wrong hole into my pants.
My groin has never known scissor or blade,
Im a real man, a rugged miner.