- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 0%
- ISK destroyed
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 0
- Danger Ratio
- 0%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 0
- Balance
- +0
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Activity
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Most Valuable
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Matchups
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In-game bio
Quote with slight changes...he he he
To the death
No To the Pain
I'll explain and I will use small words so I am sure you understand you wart hogged faced baphoon
To the pain is
The first thing you will loose is your feet below the ankles
Then your hands at the wrists
Next your nose
Then your tongue I suppose
The next thing will be your left eye then your right
Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why
So that every shriek of every child of seeing your hidiousness will be yours to charish
Every babe that weeps at your approach,
Every women that cries out
"Dear God what is that thing!"
will echo in your perfect ears
That is what the pain means
It means
I leave you in anguish wallowing in freakish missory forever
It is consievable you misserable vomitous mass that I may be bluffing
but then again
To the death
No To the Pain
I'll explain and I will use small words so I am sure you understand you wart hogged faced baphoon
To the pain is
The first thing you will loose is your feet below the ankles
Then your hands at the wrists
Next your nose
Then your tongue I suppose
The next thing will be your left eye then your right
Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why
So that every shriek of every child of seeing your hidiousness will be yours to charish
Every babe that weeps at your approach,
Every women that cries out
"Dear God what is that thing!"
will echo in your perfect ears
That is what the pain means
It means
I leave you in anguish wallowing in freakish missory forever
It is consievable you misserable vomitous mass that I may be bluffing
but then again