- Kills
- 984
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 281
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 94%
- ISK destroyed
- 222.06B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 984
- Losses
- 281
- Danger Ratio
- 98%
- Final Blows
- 158
- Points
- 984
ISK
- Destroyed
- 222.06B
- Lost
- 12.93B
- Balance
- +209.12B
- ISK Efficiency
- 94%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 32
- Solo Ratio
- 3%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 6
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 2%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt25.8M
Damage Ratio · 90%
Damage Taken2.8M
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
"I'll accept penis" -- DJ BigCountry, October 9th 2012.
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Gloriosa > -
Tunes Vibrate My Balls
They Massage My Deep Sack Juice
Spurt On Monocle
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Whats that on your arm?
The mark of a secret society.
If it's secret, why tell me-
Because I know nothing. I can't betray them because I don't know who they are. I was chosen by an agent 20 years ago. That was my first and last direct contact. It's safer that way.
Six years later and I found a piece of paper in the street with an address on it. The next day, I found a can of kerosene in my garage that i'm sure I never bought. I didn't know whose house it was. I just knew that i'd been given my orders and I carried them out.
I don't know who or what we're fighting. Maybe we're the bad guys. It doesn't matter to me. It's enough to know that there are forces working beneath the chaos of life, and I'm PART of them, that whatever this "Pen Fifteen" club is, I'm IN it.
--XKCD #842
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Gloriosa > -
Tunes Vibrate My Balls
They Massage My Deep Sack Juice
Spurt On Monocle
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Whats that on your arm?
The mark of a secret society.
If it's secret, why tell me-
Because I know nothing. I can't betray them because I don't know who they are. I was chosen by an agent 20 years ago. That was my first and last direct contact. It's safer that way.
Six years later and I found a piece of paper in the street with an address on it. The next day, I found a can of kerosene in my garage that i'm sure I never bought. I didn't know whose house it was. I just knew that i'd been given my orders and I carried them out.
I don't know who or what we're fighting. Maybe we're the bad guys. It doesn't matter to me. It's enough to know that there are forces working beneath the chaos of life, and I'm PART of them, that whatever this "Pen Fifteen" club is, I'm IN it.
--XKCD #842