5.00
- Kills
- 3
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 47
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 15%
- ISK destroyed
- 822.2M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 3
- Losses
- 47
- Danger Ratio
- 74%
- Final Blows
- 2
- Points
- 3
ISK
- Destroyed
- 822.2M
- Lost
- 4.62B
- Balance
- -3.80B
- ISK Efficiency
- 15%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 12
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 26%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt2.7K
Damage Ratio · 1%
Damage Taken482.7K
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
Bishop Price
The Story
The drumming. Can't you hear it? I thought it would stop, but it never does. Never ever stops. Inside my head, the drumming, The constant drumming.
It's everywhere. Listen, listen, listen. Here come the drums. Here come the drums.
I had estates. Do you remember my father's land back home? Pastures of red grass, stretching far across the slopes of Mount Perdition. We used to run across those fields all day, calling up at the sky. Look at us now.
I am so hungry.
That human Christmas out there. They eat so much. All that roasting meat, cakes and red wine. Hot, fat, blood, food. Pots, plates of meat, and flesh, and grease, and juice, and baking, burnt, sticky hot skin. Hot. It's so hot.
Sliced. Sliced. Sliced.
Stop it.
It's mine. It's mine. It's mine to eat and eat and eat
Stop it. What if I ask you for help? There's more at work tonight than you and me.
Oh yeah?
I've been told something is returning
And here I am.
No, something more.
But it hurts.
I was told the end of time.
It hurts. The noise, the noise in my head, Doctor. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Stronger than ever before. Can't you hear it?
I'm sorry
Listen, listen, listen, listen. Every minute, every second, every beat of my hearts, there it is, calling to me. Please listen.
I can't hear it.
Listen
What?
But
What!
I heard it. But there's no noise. There never has been. It's just your insanity. What is it? What's inside your head?
It's real. It's real. It's real!
The Story
The drumming. Can't you hear it? I thought it would stop, but it never does. Never ever stops. Inside my head, the drumming, The constant drumming.
It's everywhere. Listen, listen, listen. Here come the drums. Here come the drums.
I had estates. Do you remember my father's land back home? Pastures of red grass, stretching far across the slopes of Mount Perdition. We used to run across those fields all day, calling up at the sky. Look at us now.
I am so hungry.
That human Christmas out there. They eat so much. All that roasting meat, cakes and red wine. Hot, fat, blood, food. Pots, plates of meat, and flesh, and grease, and juice, and baking, burnt, sticky hot skin. Hot. It's so hot.
Sliced. Sliced. Sliced.
Stop it.
It's mine. It's mine. It's mine to eat and eat and eat
Stop it. What if I ask you for help? There's more at work tonight than you and me.
Oh yeah?
I've been told something is returning
And here I am.
No, something more.
But it hurts.
I was told the end of time.
It hurts. The noise, the noise in my head, Doctor. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Stronger than ever before. Can't you hear it?
I'm sorry
Listen, listen, listen, listen. Every minute, every second, every beat of my hearts, there it is, calling to me. Please listen.
I can't hear it.
Listen
What?
But
What!
I heard it. But there's no noise. There never has been. It's just your insanity. What is it? What's inside your head?
It's real. It's real. It's real!