- Kills
- 1,636
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 185
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 99%
- ISK destroyed
- 1.19T
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,636
- Losses
- 185
- Danger Ratio
- 85%
- Final Blows
- 258
- Points
- 1,636
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.19T
- Lost
- 13.59B
- Balance
- +1.17T
- ISK Efficiency
- 99%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 109
- Solo Ratio
- 7%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 27
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 15%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt22.2M
Damage Ratio · 92%
Damage Taken1.9M
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
To all potential recruits:
http://i.imgur.com/Dg8fAly.png
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AG-KFbY9UC8&feature=youtu.be
Memorable Quotes:
I'm a car salesman fucker not a dirty hipster
- Gregor Bukandara
Why does facebook make me hate my friends? All your memes, and lame jokes, and unsubstantiated articles, selfies, duck faces, pictures of your kids, play this game, like this page... Fuck all of you.
- Gregor Bukandara
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
-Lord Byron
http://i.imgur.com/Dg8fAly.png
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AG-KFbY9UC8&feature=youtu.be
Memorable Quotes:
I'm a car salesman fucker not a dirty hipster
- Gregor Bukandara
Why does facebook make me hate my friends? All your memes, and lame jokes, and unsubstantiated articles, selfies, duck faces, pictures of your kids, play this game, like this page... Fuck all of you.
- Gregor Bukandara
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
-Lord Byron