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MinmatarBrutor
Killboard
Kills
0
+0 in the last 90 days
Losses
73
+0 in the last 90 days
0%
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
73
Danger Ratio
99%
Final Blows
0
Points
0

ISK

Destroyed
0
Lost
380.2M
Balance
-380.2M
ISK Efficiency
0%

Solo

Solo Kills
0
Solo Ratio
0%
Avg Kills/Day
—

Other

NPC Losses
1
NPC Loss Ratio
1%
Activity
Inactive
Damage Dealt0
Damage Ratio · 0%
Damage Taken47.5K

Activity

What they fly, where they fight, latest kills and losses

ShipsLast 90d
SystemsLast 90d
Latest killsKillboard
Latest lossesKillboard

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

“A moth goes into a podiatrist’s office, and the podiatrist’s office says, “What seems to be the problem, moth?”

The moth says “What’s the problem? Where do I begin, man? I go to work for Gregory Illinivich, and all day long I work. Honestly doc, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t even know if Gregory Illinivich knows. He only knows that he has power over me, and that seems to bring him happiness.

But I don’t know, I wake up in a malaise, and I walk here and there… at night I…I sometimes wake up and I turn to some old lady in my bed that’s on my arm. A lady that I once loved, doc. I don’t know where to turn to. My youngest, Alexendria, she fell in the…in the cold of last year. The cold took her down, as it did many of us.

And my other boy, and this is the hardest pill to swallow, doc. My other boy, Gregarro Ivinalititavitch… I no longer love him. As much as it pains me to say, when I look in his eyes, all I see is the same cowardice that I… that I catch when I take a glimpse of my own face in the mirror.

If only I wasn’t such a coward, then perhaps…perhaps I could bring myself to reach over to that cocked and loaded gun that lays on the bedside behind me and end this hellish facade once and for all…

Doc, sometimes I feel like a spider, even though I’m a moth, just barely hanging on to my web with an everlasting fire underneath me. I’m not feeling good.

And so the doctor says, “Moth, man, you’re troubled. But you should be seeing a psychiatrist. Why on earth did you come here?”

And the moth says, “‘Cause the light was
on.”