- Kills
- 9
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 4
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 43%
- ISK destroyed
- 6.15B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 9
- Losses
- 4
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 6
- Points
- 6
ISK
- Destroyed
- 6.15B
- Lost
- 8.16B
- Balance
- -2.01B
- ISK Efficiency
- 43%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 6
- Solo Ratio
- 67%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt12.3K
Damage Ratio · 1%
Damage Taken1.4M
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
Title: Ten Million Cubes and No Damn Room
I fly a whale the size of moons,
With bulk to shame a fleet of Goons.
My mass could blot the stars from view—
Yet all I hold is one damn shoe!
(angry, rythmic)
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
Who built this hull? What were they on?
One belt and then my payload’s gone!
I float like kings through frozen skies,
With drones that strip the ice in lines.
But fifteen crates and I’m full tight—
While bulkheads echo, empty, light.
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
Who built this hull? What were they on?
One belt and then my payload’s gone!
I’ve tanks for gas, I’ve bays for drones,
Compartments stacked like nested thrones.
But rorquals laugh and freighters sneer—
"Look at that Orca! Full again, dear."
(now sarcastically)
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
Who built this hull? What were they on?
One belt and then my payload’s gone!
So CCP, hear now my cry:
If I must mine, then let me ply!
Give me space or give me grief,
But don’t pretend this load’s efficient beef!
(now SCREAMING WITH ANGER)
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
A castle wide with closets thin—
The Orca’s curse: it can't fit in!
Author: ~Me
☠
* Burrow / Drone Collection (Lowest)
* Hideaway / Drone Cluster
* Refuge / Drone Gathering
* Den / Drone Gathering
* Yard / Drone Surveillance
* Rally Point / Drone Menagerie
* Port / Drone Herd
* Hub / Drone Squad
* Haven / Drone Patrol
* Sanctum / Drone Horde (Hardest)
I fly a whale the size of moons,
With bulk to shame a fleet of Goons.
My mass could blot the stars from view—
Yet all I hold is one damn shoe!
(angry, rythmic)
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
Who built this hull? What were they on?
One belt and then my payload’s gone!
I float like kings through frozen skies,
With drones that strip the ice in lines.
But fifteen crates and I’m full tight—
While bulkheads echo, empty, light.
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
Who built this hull? What were they on?
One belt and then my payload’s gone!
I’ve tanks for gas, I’ve bays for drones,
Compartments stacked like nested thrones.
But rorquals laugh and freighters sneer—
"Look at that Orca! Full again, dear."
(now sarcastically)
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
Who built this hull? What were they on?
One belt and then my payload’s gone!
So CCP, hear now my cry:
If I must mine, then let me ply!
Give me space or give me grief,
But don’t pretend this load’s efficient beef!
(now SCREAMING WITH ANGER)
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
A castle wide with closets thin—
The Orca’s curse: it can't fit in!
Author: ~Me
☠
* Burrow / Drone Collection (Lowest)
* Hideaway / Drone Cluster
* Refuge / Drone Gathering
* Den / Drone Gathering
* Yard / Drone Surveillance
* Rally Point / Drone Menagerie
* Port / Drone Herd
* Hub / Drone Squad
* Haven / Drone Patrol
* Sanctum / Drone Horde (Hardest)