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Kills
52
+0 in the last 90 days
Losses
72
+0 in the last 90 days
42%
Efficiency
ISK Efficiency 41%
ISK destroyed
2.43B
+0 in the last 90 days
Activity
Inactive
0 kills/day · last 90 days

Combat Record

Career-long numbers from eve-kill

Combat

Kills
52
Losses
72
Danger Ratio
100%
Final Blows
29
Points
52

ISK

Destroyed
2.43B
Lost
3.57B
Balance
-1.14B
ISK Efficiency
41%

Solo

Solo Kills
7
Solo Ratio
13%
Avg Kills/Day
—

Other

NPC Losses
0
NPC Loss Ratio
0%
Activity
Inactive
Damage Dealt100.8K
Damage Ratio · 18%
Damage Taken444.5K

Activity

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Matchups

Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose

Last 90d
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In-game bio

I believe that non militia pilots that slide into capture points computers should have their screens change to a hypnotic pattern that puts them into a deep sleep and then their computer catch fire and burn down their house killing them and their entire family.


Zaporozhian Cossacks to the Turkish Sultan!

O sultan, Turkish devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight are thou, that canst not slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou shalt not, thou son of a whore, make subjects of Christian sons. We have no fear of your army; by land and by sea we will battle with thee. Fuck thy mother.

Thou Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, pig of Armenia, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow. Screw thine own mother!

So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding pigs for the Christians. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year with the Lord. The day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!