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- Security Status
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Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 0
- Efficiency
- 0%
- Danger Ratio
- 0%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 0
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
- Balance
- +0
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Combat profile
How they fight, with whom and against whom — last 90 days
Most Valuable
Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Top ListsLast 90 days
Hulls Lost
Losses broken down by hull class.
Career
Corporations flown for, most recent first
P I R A T E S.Since Monday, 8 March 20210 Kills0 Losses
Royal Amarr InstituteSince Wednesday, 3 March 20210 Kills0 Losses
P I R A T E S.Since Wednesday, 3 March 20210 Kills0 Losses
ViziamSince Sunday, 21 August 20160 Kills0 Losses
Gas Clouds AnonymousSince Thursday, 18 August 20160 Kills0 Losses
Anonymous Gas Clouds IncorporatedSince Thursday, 18 August 20160 Kills0 Losses
In-game bio
I was cruising through Andromeda,
(My belly full of quesadilla).
The stars looked bright, the void was calm,
Until my guts dropped their stink-bomb.
It started small—a gurgly pop,
Then echoed like a thunderclap!
A fart so fierce, so hot, so rank,
It nearly blew me out the tank.
The spiral arms all bent in fear,
Planets wept: “Don’t bring that here!”
Nebulas curled and quasars fled,
While moons played dead to dodge the dread.
One alien ship came up to dock—
I cut the cheese, they fled in shock.
They radioed: “What horrid beast
Has turned this galaxy into yeast?!”
Now legends spread from star to star,
Of stink that drifts both near and far.
Forget black holes, forget the Sun—
My cosmic fart’s the smelliest one.
(My belly full of quesadilla).
The stars looked bright, the void was calm,
Until my guts dropped their stink-bomb.
It started small—a gurgly pop,
Then echoed like a thunderclap!
A fart so fierce, so hot, so rank,
It nearly blew me out the tank.
The spiral arms all bent in fear,
Planets wept: “Don’t bring that here!”
Nebulas curled and quasars fled,
While moons played dead to dodge the dread.
One alien ship came up to dock—
I cut the cheese, they fled in shock.
They radioed: “What horrid beast
Has turned this galaxy into yeast?!”
Now legends spread from star to star,
Of stink that drifts both near and far.
Forget black holes, forget the Sun—
My cosmic fart’s the smelliest one.