Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,097
- Losses
- 40
- Danger Ratio
- 60%
- Final Blows
- 872
- Points
- 1,123
ISK
- Destroyed
- 407.50B
- Lost
- 2.76B
- Balance
- +404.74B
- ISK Efficiency
- 99%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 647
- Solo Ratio
- 59%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 16
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 40%
- Activity
- Inactive
Activity
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Description
"Everyone misbehaves,' said Eddie. 'That's nature. Everyone gets away with as much as they can get away with. And the more they can get away with, the more they will."
"And yes. They did become very drunk, the three of them.
And you're not supposed to be drunk when you get involved in matters such as this: Big Matters, Matters of an Apocalyptic Nature. You're supposed to be coldly sober. And you just can't be coldly sober when you're drunk."
"Jack nodded. 'No,' he said.
Was that a trick answer?"
"Still,' whispered Jack, 'you have to keep at it. Overcome the miseries of vomiting and the whirling pit. Pay your dues and work towards the real rewards of big-time adult drinking. Something to look forward to."
"Jack, get a grip of yourself.'
I have a grip of myself.' Jack took a grip of himself. It was a most intimate grip; not the kind of grip that you usually take of yourself in public."
"Now, it's a fact well known to those who know it well that prophets of doom only attain popularity when they get the drinks in all around."
— Robert Rankin (The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse)
"And yes. They did become very drunk, the three of them.
And you're not supposed to be drunk when you get involved in matters such as this: Big Matters, Matters of an Apocalyptic Nature. You're supposed to be coldly sober. And you just can't be coldly sober when you're drunk."
"Jack nodded. 'No,' he said.
Was that a trick answer?"
"Still,' whispered Jack, 'you have to keep at it. Overcome the miseries of vomiting and the whirling pit. Pay your dues and work towards the real rewards of big-time adult drinking. Something to look forward to."
"Jack, get a grip of yourself.'
I have a grip of myself.' Jack took a grip of himself. It was a most intimate grip; not the kind of grip that you usually take of yourself in public."
"Now, it's a fact well known to those who know it well that prophets of doom only attain popularity when they get the drinks in all around."
— Robert Rankin (The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse)