- Kills
- 1,379
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 336
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 84%
- ISK destroyed
- 138.79B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,379
- Losses
- 336
- Danger Ratio
- 98%
- Final Blows
- 1,059
- Points
- 1,379
ISK
- Destroyed
- 138.79B
- Lost
- 26.11B
- Balance
- +112.68B
- ISK Efficiency
- 84%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 500
- Solo Ratio
- 36%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 7
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 2%
- Activity
- Inactive
Activity
What the corporation flies, where it fights, 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.
Battles
Engagements in the selected window, from our own killmail archive
Description
Open_House All nationalities/interests/etc who-ever you are, you're welcome.
https://discord.gg/AadVrVVd
This is Haunted House, a home for those in-between, a little bit lost, vagabond spirits riding the cosmic space-lanes.
Based in Amarr low-sec.
You stand before a darkened doorway
Stairs before you rise.
Windows flanking on either side
Like square, accusing eyes.
No one dwells in this house now.
The walls are bare and cold.
The people who used to live here,
Have long moved and grown old.
Although no one has died within,
There lives an inhuman host.
Memories and dreams that linger on,
Have since become it's ghost.
Echoes of children's laughter,
The very essence of life.
Peal down the hallways,
Piercing the silence like a knife.
While your'e in you feel it,
Nothing ever dies.
The wood that creaks beneath your feet,
Are the house's tired sighs.
A house like this can't be replaced.
New is not neccessarilly good.
The energy of the people who have come and gone,
Lives on in the rotting wood.
We are everywhere, sent to the 55 corners of EVE. Look out if we are hunting you...
https://discord.gg/AadVrVVd
This is Haunted House, a home for those in-between, a little bit lost, vagabond spirits riding the cosmic space-lanes.
Based in Amarr low-sec.
You stand before a darkened doorway
Stairs before you rise.
Windows flanking on either side
Like square, accusing eyes.
No one dwells in this house now.
The walls are bare and cold.
The people who used to live here,
Have long moved and grown old.
Although no one has died within,
There lives an inhuman host.
Memories and dreams that linger on,
Have since become it's ghost.
Echoes of children's laughter,
The very essence of life.
Peal down the hallways,
Piercing the silence like a knife.
While your'e in you feel it,
Nothing ever dies.
The wood that creaks beneath your feet,
Are the house's tired sighs.
A house like this can't be replaced.
New is not neccessarilly good.
The energy of the people who have come and gone,
Lives on in the rotting wood.
We are everywhere, sent to the 55 corners of EVE. Look out if we are hunting you...