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Kills
929
+0 in the last 90 days
Losses
118
+0 in the last 90 days
89%
Efficiency
ISK Efficiency 77%
ISK destroyed
177.60B
+0 in the last 90 days
Activity
Inactive
0 kills/day · last 90 days

Combat Record

Career-long numbers from eve-kill

Combat

Kills
929
Losses
118
Danger Ratio
89%
Final Blows
114
Points
929

ISK

Destroyed
177.60B
Lost
52.18B
Balance
+125.42B
ISK Efficiency
77%

Solo

Solo Kills
48
Solo Ratio
5%
Avg Kills/Day
—

Other

NPC Losses
13
NPC Loss Ratio
11%
Activity
Inactive

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Description

The Charge of the Light Brigade
by Alfred Tennyson

Half a league, half a league,
  Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
  Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
  Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldiers knew
  Some one had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
  Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
  Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
  Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
  All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
  Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
  Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
  All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
  Noble six hundred!

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Charge_of_the_Light_Brigade