-1.30Pilot
Cautiously Pessimistic
GallenteGallente
- Kills
- 1,497
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 2,497
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 98%
- ISK destroyed
- 657.64B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,497
- Losses
- 2,497
- Danger Ratio
- 11%
- Final Blows
- 910
- Points
- 1,496
ISK
- Destroyed
- 657.64B
- Lost
- 10.79B
- Balance
- +646.85B
- ISK Efficiency
- 98%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 690
- Solo Ratio
- 46%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 2,211
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 89%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt24.6M
Damage Ratio · 79%
Damage Taken6.4M
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
Where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand, this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one’s own taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person’s love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term “generosity of spirit” applied to nothing, was a cliche, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire- meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface, was all that anyone found meaning in…this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged