5.00Pilot
Denis MacCumber
MinmatarVherokior
- Kills
- 325
- +54 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 424
- +61 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 69%
- ISK destroyed
- 61.67B
- +4.69B in the last 90 days
- Activity
- High
- 0.6 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 325
- Losses
- 424
- Danger Ratio
- 88%
- Final Blows
- 171
- Points
- 339
ISK
- Destroyed
- 61.67B
- Lost
- 27.14B
- Balance
- +34.53B
- ISK Efficiency
- 69%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 120
- Solo Ratio
- 37%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 51
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 12%
- Activity
- High
Damage Dealt34.8M
Damage Ratio · 90%
Damage Taken4.1M
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
≡√≡ Online
The stars had always called to Denis MacCumber. As a child, he would press his face against the viewport of his familys habitat on Astoh, straining to see beyond its vast shadow into the deeper darkness where distant suns beckoned. Now, at thirty-eight, he pilots the interstellar transport vessel Ganja across the void between systems, carrying essential medical marijuana supplies that no automated ship can be trusted to deliver.
Denis wasn't supposed to be alone. The Ganja was designed for a crew of five, but budget cuts and the growing reliability of AI systems had whittled away the human presence until only a single pilot remained—a reluctant concession to regulations requiring human oversight for critical cargo.
In his quarters, Denis keeps a small terrarium of earth plants—his only living companions. He talks to them sometimes, explaining the stellar phenomena they pass, describing the silent ballet of distant nebulae that paint the blackness with impossible colors. The plants never answer, but he imagines they appreciate the carbon dioxide of his words.
Each night cycle, Denis records his mandatory log entry, his voice echoing in the empty command center: "Day 847 All systems nominal." Then after a pause "Still here" What he doesn't record is how he presses his hand against the observation dome, feeling the cold that separates him from the vacuum, wondering what it would be like to touch a star.
He had dreamed of space since childhood, but not like this—not in endless isolation, ferrying cargo between worlds he never truly visits. Yet someone must make these journeys. Someone must ensure the colonies receive their lifelines. And so Denis continues, a reluctant guardian of the spaces between worlds, secretly hoping that somewhere in the vast emptiness, he might find something—or someone—that makes the journey worth more than its destination.
Kill: General Kappler (Capsule) <--Good hunt
https://zkillboard.com/kill/125409012/
https://zkillboard.com/kill/125153812/
https://zkillboard.com/kill/130707338/
https://zkillboard.com/kill/135364599/
The stars had always called to Denis MacCumber. As a child, he would press his face against the viewport of his familys habitat on Astoh, straining to see beyond its vast shadow into the deeper darkness where distant suns beckoned. Now, at thirty-eight, he pilots the interstellar transport vessel Ganja across the void between systems, carrying essential medical marijuana supplies that no automated ship can be trusted to deliver.
Denis wasn't supposed to be alone. The Ganja was designed for a crew of five, but budget cuts and the growing reliability of AI systems had whittled away the human presence until only a single pilot remained—a reluctant concession to regulations requiring human oversight for critical cargo.
In his quarters, Denis keeps a small terrarium of earth plants—his only living companions. He talks to them sometimes, explaining the stellar phenomena they pass, describing the silent ballet of distant nebulae that paint the blackness with impossible colors. The plants never answer, but he imagines they appreciate the carbon dioxide of his words.
Each night cycle, Denis records his mandatory log entry, his voice echoing in the empty command center: "Day 847 All systems nominal." Then after a pause "Still here" What he doesn't record is how he presses his hand against the observation dome, feeling the cold that separates him from the vacuum, wondering what it would be like to touch a star.
He had dreamed of space since childhood, but not like this—not in endless isolation, ferrying cargo between worlds he never truly visits. Yet someone must make these journeys. Someone must ensure the colonies receive their lifelines. And so Denis continues, a reluctant guardian of the spaces between worlds, secretly hoping that somewhere in the vast emptiness, he might find something—or someone—that makes the journey worth more than its destination.
Kill: General Kappler (Capsule) <--Good hunt
https://zkillboard.com/kill/125409012/
https://zkillboard.com/kill/125153812/
https://zkillboard.com/kill/130707338/
https://zkillboard.com/kill/135364599/