3.70
- Kills
- 34
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 28
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 98%
- ISK destroyed
- 4.43B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 34
- Losses
- 28
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 1
- Points
- 34
ISK
- Destroyed
- 4.43B
- Lost
- 85.2M
- Balance
- +4.35B
- ISK Efficiency
- 98%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt2.4M
Damage Ratio · 98%
Damage Taken50.0K
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
Damage Specialist. Unfortunately mainly the unauthorized kind.
Finished bottom of his class. Too busy with the booze and the drugs.
And his obsession with Gallente women.
With his nack for starting drunken brawls, he made a name of himself in several Gallente systems.
Why he left Gallente space might have to do with a certain woman.
Damage Types to Fire at Enemies: Anything on hand (not the sofa tho)
----- From a Short Story by Isis -----
Flak couldn't find his bottle, perhaps the card-switching witch had stolen it. She was still there but he'd lost his grasp as he awed the winning pair on the table. It was his pair yet at the same time, deep down, he knew it wasn't.
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Finished bottom of his class. Too busy with the booze and the drugs.
And his obsession with Gallente women.
With his nack for starting drunken brawls, he made a name of himself in several Gallente systems.
Why he left Gallente space might have to do with a certain woman.
Damage Types to Fire at Enemies: Anything on hand (not the sofa tho)
----- From a Short Story by Isis -----
Flak couldn't find his bottle, perhaps the card-switching witch had stolen it. She was still there but he'd lost his grasp as he awed the winning pair on the table. It was his pair yet at the same time, deep down, he knew it wasn't.
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