- Kills
- 61
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 22
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 92%
- ISK destroyed
- 14.36B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 61
- Losses
- 22
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 31
- Points
- 61
ISK
- Destroyed
- 14.36B
- Lost
- 1.17B
- Balance
- +13.19B
- ISK Efficiency
- 92%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 7
- Solo Ratio
- 11%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt963.2K
Damage Ratio · 84%
Damage Taken186.9K
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
Organ Grinder: An angry Khanid bitch who plans to take it out on you.
Yes, I enjoyed watching your ship go pop. Yes, I took deep, unnatural pleasure in ruining your day. It made me happy and I DO feel that it validated my life and day. Yes, I really got a kick out of listening to you swear at me in local. It made me happy in my no-no place. Do it again. Please.
Ruining one whiny pre-pubescent teenager's ego at a time. Yes, I really am a woman, and no, you have no shot with me you miserable, sick, whiny kid who has greasy hands and nasty funk in his shorts. Get a life, get a job, get out of mom's house, get a tan, get a figure.... and you know what? You'll still have no shot. You'd still be a pathetic little fanboy.
Don't convo me. Go away. Better yet, donate your corpse to my happiness. Then go away. I don't give a rat's crap that this is your alliance's space, and no, you're not going to stop me from doing whatever I want here.
Yes, I enjoyed watching your ship go pop. Yes, I took deep, unnatural pleasure in ruining your day. It made me happy and I DO feel that it validated my life and day. Yes, I really got a kick out of listening to you swear at me in local. It made me happy in my no-no place. Do it again. Please.
Ruining one whiny pre-pubescent teenager's ego at a time. Yes, I really am a woman, and no, you have no shot with me you miserable, sick, whiny kid who has greasy hands and nasty funk in his shorts. Get a life, get a job, get out of mom's house, get a tan, get a figure.... and you know what? You'll still have no shot. You'd still be a pathetic little fanboy.
Don't convo me. Go away. Better yet, donate your corpse to my happiness. Then go away. I don't give a rat's crap that this is your alliance's space, and no, you're not going to stop me from doing whatever I want here.