- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 1
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 0%
- ISK destroyed
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 1
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 121.6M
- Balance
- -121.6M
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt0
Damage Ratio · 0%
Damage Taken27.6K
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
The problem with society's been how do we teach
And if they'll believe.
We'll fight this battle for years to come
Until we only accept that we can stand on our own.
Rip off the youth, hands empty, worked them too the bone
Provide his family with a happy home, alone.
Don't take your oppression out on me.
My old man is all I'm meant to be.
This common place is so lazy or tired
All your ideas are so plainly uninspired.
Takes more than one idea
More than one percent to fight the fight
How many times have you taught and not conspired?
Don't wanna be, they never say
But don't call us the liars
We've walked these alleys a thousand times
And scattered around a thousand lies.
They are trying to hold you till your night may
be hard but keep your feet on the ground.
Why don't I have the finest things that others have?
The chance is there if you want it all that bad.
So bad.
And if they'll believe.
We'll fight this battle for years to come
Until we only accept that we can stand on our own.
Rip off the youth, hands empty, worked them too the bone
Provide his family with a happy home, alone.
Don't take your oppression out on me.
My old man is all I'm meant to be.
This common place is so lazy or tired
All your ideas are so plainly uninspired.
Takes more than one idea
More than one percent to fight the fight
How many times have you taught and not conspired?
Don't wanna be, they never say
But don't call us the liars
We've walked these alleys a thousand times
And scattered around a thousand lies.
They are trying to hold you till your night may
be hard but keep your feet on the ground.
Why don't I have the finest things that others have?
The chance is there if you want it all that bad.
So bad.