- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 4
- +0 in the last 90 days
- 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
- 4
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 24.7M
- Balance
- -24.7M
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt0
Damage Ratio · 0%
Damage Taken5.6K
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
Mining. The final frontier for humankind. Beating the shit out of inanimate objects, and selling them for profit, it is 4:30 am, not the time to be typing a bio... but i am. Why? Because i can. I am running a kick ass corporation geared towards newer players. We are chill as shit... if we where allowed to smoke hookahs in space stations i would. That should be a fucking object in this game.
Sitting in a beutifull gallente lounge, with an elegant hookah and a chilled base, with one hose sticking out I take a puff. As the cool misted vapor recedes down my throat my heartbeat stops and my breath is held... I exhale, and the world around me resumes. The white cloud rises from my mouth as I stare at it as if it holds the wonders of the universe in it. The cloud of smoke disapears, as I simutaneously close my eyes. I fall asleep, at peace, knowing my corporation and the members in it are working as hard as I am, and are currently laying asleep safley in their hangers.
Sitting in a beutifull gallente lounge, with an elegant hookah and a chilled base, with one hose sticking out I take a puff. As the cool misted vapor recedes down my throat my heartbeat stops and my breath is held... I exhale, and the world around me resumes. The white cloud rises from my mouth as I stare at it as if it holds the wonders of the universe in it. The cloud of smoke disapears, as I simutaneously close my eyes. I fall asleep, at peace, knowing my corporation and the members in it are working as hard as I am, and are currently laying asleep safley in their hangers.