- Kills
- 3
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 37
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 5%
- ISK destroyed
- 371.9M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 3
- Losses
- 37
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 2
- Points
- 3
ISK
- Destroyed
- 371.9M
- Lost
- 7.43B
- Balance
- -7.06B
- ISK Efficiency
- 5%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 1
- Solo Ratio
- 33%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt2.8K
Damage Ratio · 0%
Damage Taken1.3M
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
After Monday and Tuesday, even the calander on my desk says WTF
Outside of a dog, a book is mans best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read
The strength of twice three thousand horse that seek the single goal.
The line that holds the rending course, the hate that swings the whole.
The stripped hulls slinking through the gloom, at gaze and gone again.
The Brides of Death that wait the groom- The Choosers of the Slain!
The strength of twice three thousand horse that serve the one command.
The hand that heaves the headlong force, the hate that backs the hand.
The doombolt in the darkness freed, the mine that splits the main.
The white-hot wake, the 'wildering speed, The Choosers of the Slain!
Kipling
Outside of a dog, a book is mans best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read
The strength of twice three thousand horse that seek the single goal.
The line that holds the rending course, the hate that swings the whole.
The stripped hulls slinking through the gloom, at gaze and gone again.
The Brides of Death that wait the groom- The Choosers of the Slain!
The strength of twice three thousand horse that serve the one command.
The hand that heaves the headlong force, the hate that backs the hand.
The doombolt in the darkness freed, the mine that splits the main.
The white-hot wake, the 'wildering speed, The Choosers of the Slain!
Kipling