- Kills
- 109
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 440
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 65%
- ISK destroyed
- 5.61B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 109
- Losses
- 440
- Danger Ratio
- 98%
- Final Blows
- 44
- Points
- 109
ISK
- Destroyed
- 5.61B
- Lost
- 3.05B
- Balance
- +2.56B
- ISK Efficiency
- 65%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 7
- Solo Ratio
- 6%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 8
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 2%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt146.0K
Damage Ratio · 14%
Damage Taken871.9K
Activity
What they fly, where they fight, latest kills and losses
Most Valuable
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Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Last 90d
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In-game bio
Zylytz Og comes from a long and distinguished line of, erm, well, dirt-poor Brutor Tribe slave-gladiator pit-fighters. (Sooooooo, *cough*, yeah, um, perhaps not as distinguished as all that.)
For 14 generations his ancestors obscurely toiled away in Amarrian captivity, working (and bleeding, and dying) in the Amarrian Slave Pits, fighting for the amusement and entertainment of the slave-holding Amarrian nobility.
Until Freedom came! Woo!
After which, well, screw that "dying-in-a-pit-while-being-dirt-poor" Nonsense.
Now our protagonist Mr. Z is "dying-in-space-while-being-dirt-poor" Noice!
Moving up in the world! Erm, Worlds. Or Whatever.
And so then it was time to go to learn to fly Slasher !
Woo! Tackling Things!
Woo! Mooorree dying!
Eve-entually, it occurs to Z that, well, yeah, maybe, "dying-is-bad?"
So that now Z. Og flies Burst !
So that others don't die !
So that, at long last, his Spirit knows Peace. \o/
Zylytz Og was used to the (semi-) honorable one-on-one combat between mostly evenly-matched foes designed to generate fun entertaining aesthetically pleasing fights in the slave-fighting pits of the Amarrian Nobles.
Yeah, so, (semi-) honorable one-on-one combat between mostly evenly-matched foes is: basically the opposite of EVE PvP. But perhaps he'll adapt?
The Brutor Tribe Training Manual wryly states "Pilots from the Republic Military School's Center for Combat Studies are known for their creative approach to battle tactics."
Hm, well, maybe?
Our Mr. Z Og is pretty straight-forward tho:
Woo! . . . Charge! . . . Run straight in there and Tackle!
Woo! . . . Charge! . . . Run straight in there and Heal ppl!
For 14 generations his ancestors obscurely toiled away in Amarrian captivity, working (and bleeding, and dying) in the Amarrian Slave Pits, fighting for the amusement and entertainment of the slave-holding Amarrian nobility.
Until Freedom came! Woo!
After which, well, screw that "dying-in-a-pit-while-being-dirt-poor" Nonsense.
Now our protagonist Mr. Z is "dying-in-space-while-being-dirt-poor" Noice!
Moving up in the world! Erm, Worlds. Or Whatever.
And so then it was time to go to learn to fly Slasher !
Woo! Tackling Things!
Woo! Mooorree dying!
Eve-entually, it occurs to Z that, well, yeah, maybe, "dying-is-bad?"
So that now Z. Og flies Burst !
So that others don't die !
So that, at long last, his Spirit knows Peace. \o/
Zylytz Og was used to the (semi-) honorable one-on-one combat between mostly evenly-matched foes designed to generate fun entertaining aesthetically pleasing fights in the slave-fighting pits of the Amarrian Nobles.
Yeah, so, (semi-) honorable one-on-one combat between mostly evenly-matched foes is: basically the opposite of EVE PvP. But perhaps he'll adapt?
The Brutor Tribe Training Manual wryly states "Pilots from the Republic Military School's Center for Combat Studies are known for their creative approach to battle tactics."
Hm, well, maybe?
Our Mr. Z Og is pretty straight-forward tho:
Woo! . . . Charge! . . . Run straight in there and Tackle!
Woo! . . . Charge! . . . Run straight in there and Heal ppl!