- Kills
- 10
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 29
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 13%
- ISK destroyed
- 1.48B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 10
- Losses
- 29
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 2
- Points
- 10
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.48B
- Lost
- 9.72B
- Balance
- -8.23B
- ISK Efficiency
- 13%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 1
- Solo Ratio
- 10%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt86.5K
Damage Ratio · 7%
Damage Taken1.2M
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
Who am I? If you figure that out your game may never be the same...
The true dragon has returned, beware the coming darkness.
---
http://youtu.be/FQMbXvn2RNI
---
There is no Higher power,
the only hope is fire power.
one by one
and two by two,
I have ammo,
how about you?
---
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
The true dragon has returned, beware the coming darkness.
---
http://youtu.be/FQMbXvn2RNI
---
There is no Higher power,
the only hope is fire power.
one by one
and two by two,
I have ammo,
how about you?
---
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.