- Kills
- 1,989
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 108
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 99%
- ISK destroyed
- 887.98B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,989
- Losses
- 108
- Danger Ratio
- 98%
- Final Blows
- 207
- Points
- 1,989
ISK
- Destroyed
- 887.98B
- Lost
- 11.59B
- Balance
- +876.39B
- ISK Efficiency
- 99%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 37
- Solo Ratio
- 2%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 2
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 2%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt3.9M
Damage Ratio · 66%
Damage Taken2.0M
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
Time in argument will end
Flames of preparation
Fingers felt the whipping
Hand that feeds the flame
Escalate the drought
Itching to join the fray
Wishing darkness was sound
Shutting desires out
Wishing darkness was sound
But as moths to the flame
We go
You, the ignorant
Take sides in these three dimensions
Nullify importance
Confined within the page
Scan for rapture again
Look for an instant save
Mere moments pass and still it seems
Detached from insight, thought and word
Ever since it lost its edge
Lost in the noise forever be
In the blur of information
The nail that never sticks
White noise, black silence
Venting a foul stench
Purging the fevered self
Behind a traitor's name
Face the consequence
Taken back in the eyes of fairness
A nobody forever
Hidden and locked away
Working the boards again
Giving the wrath away
© DT
Flames of preparation
Fingers felt the whipping
Hand that feeds the flame
Escalate the drought
Itching to join the fray
Wishing darkness was sound
Shutting desires out
Wishing darkness was sound
But as moths to the flame
We go
You, the ignorant
Take sides in these three dimensions
Nullify importance
Confined within the page
Scan for rapture again
Look for an instant save
Mere moments pass and still it seems
Detached from insight, thought and word
Ever since it lost its edge
Lost in the noise forever be
In the blur of information
The nail that never sticks
White noise, black silence
Venting a foul stench
Purging the fevered self
Behind a traitor's name
Face the consequence
Taken back in the eyes of fairness
A nobody forever
Hidden and locked away
Working the boards again
Giving the wrath away
© DT