CorporationActive
[FLTHY] Bjorn Filthy Incorporated
33 membersTax 20%Founded in 2009
CEOAlex PaleyIndependent- Kills
- 221
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 473
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 21%
- ISK destroyed
- 18.60B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 221
- Losses
- 473
- Danger Ratio
- 99%
- Final Blows
- 111
- Points
- 221
ISK
- Destroyed
- 18.60B
- Lost
- 71.16B
- Balance
- -52.56B
- ISK Efficiency
- 21%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 66
- Solo Ratio
- 30%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 3
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 1%
- 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
Bjorn Filthy was founded with the intention of running suicidal wormhole missions. Joining us will go against most of the things your guidance counselor said. We use prescription medication in a manner other than indicated on the label.
We shit on the chests of the twisted. You will wake up relentless cruise missle lobbing sleepers, sport-killing pvp players, and double-crossing miners. You will climb down the pits of hell with only the knife between your teeth. If you are ready to ride a scooter down a cliff of razors into a pool of nitroglicerin, with bottlerockets lit between your teeth and your balls on fire, you might just be the guy we're looking for.
No weirdos.
Death is certain - pay is not. You will be provided with ammunition, in some cases ships, and comraderie from like-minded pilots (other crazy s.o.b.s) who are interested in reaping the rewards of teamwork. However independence is also a must. Like a blind man in an orgy, you will have to feel your way around.
We shit on the chests of the twisted. You will wake up relentless cruise missle lobbing sleepers, sport-killing pvp players, and double-crossing miners. You will climb down the pits of hell with only the knife between your teeth. If you are ready to ride a scooter down a cliff of razors into a pool of nitroglicerin, with bottlerockets lit between your teeth and your balls on fire, you might just be the guy we're looking for.
No weirdos.
Death is certain - pay is not. You will be provided with ammunition, in some cases ships, and comraderie from like-minded pilots (other crazy s.o.b.s) who are interested in reaping the rewards of teamwork. However independence is also a must. Like a blind man in an orgy, you will have to feel your way around.