- Kills
- 95
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 33
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 14%
- ISK destroyed
- 1.22B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 95
- Losses
- 33
- Danger Ratio
- 94%
- Final Blows
- 40
- Points
- 95
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.22B
- Lost
- 7.53B
- Balance
- -6.31B
- ISK Efficiency
- 14%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 3
- Solo Ratio
- 3%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 2
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 6%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt29.6K
Damage Ratio · 12%
Damage Taken226.7K
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
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Choose eve. Choose a path. Choose a career. Choose a corp. Choose a fuckiing big battleship, Choose hardeners, ammo, damage control, and electrical resists. Choose good armor, low shield and platinum insurance. Choose short range autocannon. Choose a starter agent. Choose your mates. Choose exotic dancers and matching pimps. Choose a faction cruiser on hire purchase in a range of fucking setups. Choose ORE and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing strip miner shows, stuffing fucking junk ore into your hold. Choose ratting away at the end of it all, fucking your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up rats you have spawned to replace them. Choose your future. Choose average . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose average: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.
Choose eve. Choose a path. Choose a career. Choose a corp. Choose a fuckiing big battleship, Choose hardeners, ammo, damage control, and electrical resists. Choose good armor, low shield and platinum insurance. Choose short range autocannon. Choose a starter agent. Choose your mates. Choose exotic dancers and matching pimps. Choose a faction cruiser on hire purchase in a range of fucking setups. Choose ORE and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing strip miner shows, stuffing fucking junk ore into your hold. Choose ratting away at the end of it all, fucking your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up rats you have spawned to replace them. Choose your future. Choose average . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose average: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.