- Kills
- 210
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 104
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 99%
- ISK destroyed
- 616.60B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 210
- Losses
- 104
- Danger Ratio
- 99%
- Final Blows
- 40
- Points
- 210
ISK
- Destroyed
- 616.60B
- Lost
- 4.05B
- Balance
- +612.55B
- ISK Efficiency
- 99%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 6
- Solo Ratio
- 3%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 1
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 1%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt1.5M
Damage Ratio · 55%
Damage Taken1.2M
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
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| The Gin Tonic TRUCK .||||'""|""\__,_
| __Just for You______________l|__|__|_|)
|(@)(@)"""""""""""**|(@)(@)**|(@)
Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live?
| The Gin Tonic TRUCK .||||'""|""\__,_
| __Just for You______________l|__|__|_|)
|(@)(@)"""""""""""**|(@)(@)**|(@)
Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live?