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Corporation[NUFFD] Makers

Alliance[CONDI] Goonswarm Federation

Created on: …
Next Birthday: …
Last Active: …
Security Status: 5.00

Combat Record

Career-long numbers from eve-kill

Combat

Kills: 416
Losses: 121
Efficiency: 77%

Danger Ratio: 83%

ISK

Destroyed: 171.40B
Lost: 14.37B
ISK Efficiency: 92%

Balance: +157.03B

Solo

Solo Kills: 3
Solo Ratio: 1%
Final Blows: 6
Points: 416

Other

NPC Losses: 21
NPC Loss Ratio: 17%
Avg Kills/Day: —
Activity: Inactive

Damage

Damage Dealt3.9M

Damage Taken681.0K

Damage Ratio85%

Combat profile

How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days

Activity

What they fly and where they fight

Most Valuable

Matchups

Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose

Top ListsLast 90d

Hulls LostLast 90d

Losses broken down by hull class.

Career

Corporations flown for, most recent first

In-game bio

The common wisdom among scholars holds that corporations in New Eden are born for two reasons, the pursuit of profit or the pursuit of violence. Makers defies this tidy dichotomy. Our origin lay not in bloodlust or greed but in the quiet ambition of manufacturing. We imagined a life spent turning minerals into marvels, building ships and stations to bring order and usefulness to the stars.

Experience, however, delivered a harsher truth. Every structure in space eventually explodes. We did not need peer review to reach this conclusion since our own factories became the evidence. Production lines turned into fields of wrecks, and supply chains dissolved into clouds of debris. From these repeated lessons we formulated what we now call the Law of Unintended Inventory. Whatever is destroyed will, sooner or later, find its way into our hangars.

Some would label this cycle a tragedy while others would call it opportunity. For us there is no distinction. In the language of survival, both words mean the same. A corpse is data. A broken hull is raw material. Makers, once a company of builders, has grown into something stranger. We have become interpreters of wreckage and unacknowledged professors of ruin economics.

The story of Makers is therefore not one of piracy, nor is it a tale of sainthood. It is a chronicle of adaptation. To exist in New Eden is to fail until failure itself becomes profitable. Were irony a tradable good, our balance sheet would already stretch to infinity. Until such a market opens we will continue our studies, recording each hostile encounter as yet another donation to science.

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