- Kills
- 1
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 17
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 1%
- ISK destroyed
- 17.5M
- +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
- Losses
- 17
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 1
- Points
- 1
ISK
- Destroyed
- 17.5M
- Lost
- 1.66B
- Balance
- -1.64B
- ISK Efficiency
- 1%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt270
Damage Ratio · 1%
Damage Taken23.8K
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
Immortal? You, two-legged bunch of moles,
Who don't deserve a single breath of air?
Why, then the lizards, toads, even worms
Would riot and demand an equal share...
You winged hucksters! Candied paradise!
The life eternal for a lifetime eating...
A lovely deal. "Forgive and give, o Christ!"
Give onto slaves a juicy slice of Eden.
You jailers of your own earthly cage,
Forever gnawing at each other's bones.
You thieves, you've stolen psalms from every sage
To mumble weekly at your empty sermons...
For those of us who see - no second chance,
For them, the blind - a future free of doubts,
A mesmerizing sugary expanse,
With spotless wedding garments on the house!
Quit groveling! The Lord is wise and stern,
Your precious soul just ain't worth the barter.
Don't even think of making Heaven home;
Like deadmeat, you'll be rotting in the gutter.
Who don't deserve a single breath of air?
Why, then the lizards, toads, even worms
Would riot and demand an equal share...
You winged hucksters! Candied paradise!
The life eternal for a lifetime eating...
A lovely deal. "Forgive and give, o Christ!"
Give onto slaves a juicy slice of Eden.
You jailers of your own earthly cage,
Forever gnawing at each other's bones.
You thieves, you've stolen psalms from every sage
To mumble weekly at your empty sermons...
For those of us who see - no second chance,
For them, the blind - a future free of doubts,
A mesmerizing sugary expanse,
With spotless wedding garments on the house!
Quit groveling! The Lord is wise and stern,
Your precious soul just ain't worth the barter.
Don't even think of making Heaven home;
Like deadmeat, you'll be rotting in the gutter.