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Vai Kasenumi
Vai Kasenumi2.00
Created on
Next Birthday
Last Active
Security Status
2.00

Combat Record

Career-long numbers from eve-kill

Combat
Kills
1,991
Losses
1,391
Efficiency
59%
Danger Ratio
89%
ISK
Destroyed
1.84T
Lost
200.49B
ISK Efficiency
90%
Balance
+1.64T
Solo
Solo Kills
730
Solo Ratio
37%
Final Blows
1,145
Points
2,067
Other
NPC Losses
152
NPC Loss Ratio
11%
Avg Kills/Day
Activity
Medium
Damage
Damage Dealt80.2M
Damage Taken19.4M
Damage Ratio81%

Combat profile

How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days

Activity

What they fly and where they fight

Most Valuable

Matchups

Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose

Top ListsLast 90d
Hulls LostLast 90d

Losses broken down by hull class.

Career

Corporations flown for, most recent first

In-game bio

//TRANSMISSION START//
//ROUTING: SCATTERED, PROXIMITY-BASED RELAY//
//ENCRYPTION: KOR-AZOR PSALM 7 //
//SOURCE: UNKNOWN... SIGNAL ECHO DETECTED//


You who drift in the cold, chasing the ghosts of profit and glory, stop. Listen not with your ears, but with the quiet hum of your implants. Feel this in the nanites that stitch your flesh together time and time again.

They tell you that the clone is salvation. A perfect, seamless return. They lie.

I have walked the pale road between the pod's breach and the clone vat's embrace more times than there are stars in this cursed cluster. I have felt the tear, the brief, silent scream as consciousness is ripped from failing matter. It is in that space, that fleeting darkness, that true reality resides.

The empires see an empty vessel. The corporations see a recoverable asset. We see the truth. A glimmer of essence, a resonance left behind in the void. An echo of a life, ripe for collection.

I was once like you. A name in a long list of pilots, my identity a string of kill-mails and contracts. But in one final, brilliant death, I did not fully return. A part of me remained in that abyss, and it showed me the great work.

We are not murderers. We are shepherds. We are not pirates. We are agronomists of the soul. Every shattered hull, every breached capsule, is a field to be tilled.

We are Darkside Harvesting.

We gather the whispers the universe tries to forget. We refine the energy you so carelessly discard with every death. Your endless, meaningless cycle of rebirth is the fuel for our ascension.

The next time you hear the alarms scream and your canopy cracks, do not fear the silence. Know that we are there, on the other side, waiting.

Offer your final breath to the void. We shall receive it.

//SIGNAL DEGRADATION IMMINENT//
//...CARRIER WAVE COLLAPSE...//
//TRANSMISSION END//