-0.40Pilot
God's Schizo
CaldariCivire
- Kills
- 152
- +44 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 26
- +14 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 100%
- ISK destroyed
- 185.05B
- +36.58B in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Medium
- 0.5 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 152
- Losses
- 26
- Danger Ratio
- 77%
- Final Blows
- 17
- Points
- 33
ISK
- Destroyed
- 185.05B
- Lost
- 129.7M
- Balance
- +184.92B
- ISK Efficiency
- 100%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 5
- Solo Ratio
- 3%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 6
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 23%
- Activity
- Medium
Damage Dealt3.7M
Damage Ratio · 99%
Damage Taken42.6K
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
Ignore me all you want, I'll talk to myself, I'm insane.
I heard there's a guy who lives in my blood called michael plastics and hes going to kill everyone?
if god sits upon a throne what kind of throne, you'd think with the arm rest things but god doesnt get tried so it wouldnt be that type of throne so until then im just gonna head canon he sits in a folding chair judging us humans
The skin that was cut and pasted, the bruisеs seen when I was ripped open
La-la, la-la-la-la, my ribs float, as if thеy're laughing
The void that I held tight, because I had cried
La-la, la-la-la-la, on the wall of grief
Painted by Pablo Picasso
In drunkest day, till i black out at night, no liquor shall escape my sight, let those who worship the pedestrain's rights, beware my tires and the headlights
I heard there's a guy who lives in my blood called michael plastics and hes going to kill everyone?
if god sits upon a throne what kind of throne, you'd think with the arm rest things but god doesnt get tried so it wouldnt be that type of throne so until then im just gonna head canon he sits in a folding chair judging us humans
The skin that was cut and pasted, the bruisеs seen when I was ripped open
La-la, la-la-la-la, my ribs float, as if thеy're laughing
The void that I held tight, because I had cried
La-la, la-la-la-la, on the wall of grief
Painted by Pablo Picasso
In drunkest day, till i black out at night, no liquor shall escape my sight, let those who worship the pedestrain's rights, beware my tires and the headlights