- Kills
- 28
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 9
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 82%
- ISK destroyed
- 4.86B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 28
- Losses
- 9
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 14
- Points
- 28
ISK
- Destroyed
- 4.86B
- Lost
- 1.09B
- Balance
- +3.77B
- ISK Efficiency
- 82%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 6
- Solo Ratio
- 21%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt578.8K
Damage Ratio · 84%
Damage Taken110.5K
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
Hi, i'm watson! I just heard an amazing story! (derp...)
A guy runs up to a counter in a candy store and says: "Hi mister can u take me to the toilet somewhere?" The man behind the counter replies by saying: "Well boy, you're old enough to do it yourself, so go do it yourself and leave me the heck alone, i'm to old for this shit. You know back in the days when the animals still could talk and the bombs were made by slaves, the ocean made of beer and the floor bedding made out of candy. The skies yellow cause people wouldn't stop farting and the smoke that came from houses were red from burning bodies. The streets darkred from the blood of their children and little pieces laying around called testicales? Those were the days boy, you could just go shit on the floor and nobody there to do anything about it, now that's life so go and do your job, leave me alone." Oke ol'man as he shits on the floor and runs out very happy.
"Come back here you little brat! That was my spot!"
A guy runs up to a counter in a candy store and says: "Hi mister can u take me to the toilet somewhere?" The man behind the counter replies by saying: "Well boy, you're old enough to do it yourself, so go do it yourself and leave me the heck alone, i'm to old for this shit. You know back in the days when the animals still could talk and the bombs were made by slaves, the ocean made of beer and the floor bedding made out of candy. The skies yellow cause people wouldn't stop farting and the smoke that came from houses were red from burning bodies. The streets darkred from the blood of their children and little pieces laying around called testicales? Those were the days boy, you could just go shit on the floor and nobody there to do anything about it, now that's life so go and do your job, leave me alone." Oke ol'man as he shits on the floor and runs out very happy.
"Come back here you little brat! That was my spot!"