- Kills
- 221
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 38
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 98%
- ISK destroyed
- 40.06B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 221
- Losses
- 38
- Danger Ratio
- 95%
- Final Blows
- 36
- Points
- 221
ISK
- Destroyed
- 40.06B
- Lost
- 1.01B
- Balance
- +39.05B
- ISK Efficiency
- 98%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 3
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 2
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 5%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt228.7K
Damage Ratio · 82%
Damage Taken49.6K
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 Pod Kill
Certified Bombers Bar Cloaky Fag
It's like the wild west with space ships.
You find yourself some gold in them thar hills and start mining away.
Meanwhile.... Someone steals your horse while you are inside the mine.
You walk outside carrying sacks of gold to see your horse is gone.
Sad yet determined you begin walking to the nearest outpost.
Along the way you get ambushed by outlaws.
They steal your gold and then for laughs shoot out your kneecap...
As you are sitting by the side of the trail- bleeding, broken, and poor; a stranger walks by...
"Awww poor little guy...."
The stranger hands you a bandaid, a shot of whiskey and says that you need to toughen up.
Then he steals your hat.
Moral of the story:
Enjoy the whiskey.
Certified Bombers Bar Cloaky Fag
It's like the wild west with space ships.
You find yourself some gold in them thar hills and start mining away.
Meanwhile.... Someone steals your horse while you are inside the mine.
You walk outside carrying sacks of gold to see your horse is gone.
Sad yet determined you begin walking to the nearest outpost.
Along the way you get ambushed by outlaws.
They steal your gold and then for laughs shoot out your kneecap...
As you are sitting by the side of the trail- bleeding, broken, and poor; a stranger walks by...
"Awww poor little guy...."
The stranger hands you a bandaid, a shot of whiskey and says that you need to toughen up.
Then he steals your hat.
Moral of the story:
Enjoy the whiskey.