-0.10
- Kills
- 3,019
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 323
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 95%
- ISK destroyed
- 1.66T
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 3,019
- Losses
- 323
- Danger Ratio
- 95%
- Final Blows
- 400
- Points
- 3,019
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.66T
- Lost
- 86.64B
- Balance
- +1.57T
- ISK Efficiency
- 95%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 44
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 15
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 5%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt141.5M
Damage Ratio · 95%
Damage Taken7.9M
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
The Path of the Wormholer is beset on all sides by the whining of the podded and the tyranny of blobbing capsuleers. Blessed is he who in the name of wormholes and combat shepherds the weak through the chain of darkness, for he is truly his fellow wormholer's keeper and the finder of lost corporations. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my wormholers. And you will know I am Bob when I lay my vengeance upon you.
Bob is my shepherd; I shall not want for isk. He maketh me to lie down in fertile wormholes: he leadeth me beside glorious battles. He restoreth my pod: he leadeth me in the paths of Bob for his name's sake. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of podding I will fear no blobs; for thou art with me; thy pulse laser and thy autocannon they comfort me. Thou preparest a wormhole before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest my head with isk; my wallet runneth over.
Bob is my shepherd; I shall not want for isk. He maketh me to lie down in fertile wormholes: he leadeth me beside glorious battles. He restoreth my pod: he leadeth me in the paths of Bob for his name's sake. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of podding I will fear no blobs; for thou art with me; thy pulse laser and thy autocannon they comfort me. Thou preparest a wormhole before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest my head with isk; my wallet runneth over.