- Kills
- 11
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 5
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 61%
- ISK destroyed
- 4.8M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 11
- Losses
- 5
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 11
- Points
- 11
ISK
- Destroyed
- 4.8M
- Lost
- 3.0M
- Balance
- +1.8M
- ISK Efficiency
- 61%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 11
- Solo Ratio
- 100%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt18.4K
Damage Ratio · 77%
Damage Taken5.5K
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
Overwhelming Cuteness: http://retro-negation.nillahood.net/cutething.jpg
Felt
I feel very much as if at an end.
Daily the light in the room grows darker, slighter.
The reasons I've had, lessen,
The feelings I've had, lighten,
THe consciousness I had, dulled.
"Why?", once the most frequent question has been passed by with "Why Not?" as the revolving thought.
The closeness of my surroundings is less suffocating as it it comforting, unlike before.
Peace, once elusive is now at hand.
Tempered with the anxiety of things beyong my control yet caused by me.
Destiny known to be mine, somehow, sometimes, forced upon me by choices.
Choices of mine.
The Rest comes.
The End nears.
The Meaning fades.
I am no more.
2006.01.30 05:41:43 combat Thukker Mercenary Elite Fighter strikes you perfectly, wrecking for 0.9 damage
Felt
I feel very much as if at an end.
Daily the light in the room grows darker, slighter.
The reasons I've had, lessen,
The feelings I've had, lighten,
THe consciousness I had, dulled.
"Why?", once the most frequent question has been passed by with "Why Not?" as the revolving thought.
The closeness of my surroundings is less suffocating as it it comforting, unlike before.
Peace, once elusive is now at hand.
Tempered with the anxiety of things beyong my control yet caused by me.
Destiny known to be mine, somehow, sometimes, forced upon me by choices.
Choices of mine.
The Rest comes.
The End nears.
The Meaning fades.
I am no more.
2006.01.30 05:41:43 combat Thukker Mercenary Elite Fighter strikes you perfectly, wrecking for 0.9 damage