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[BLOPZ] What Would Bob Do
1 membersTax 0%Founded in 2013
CEOGlorfindel SerineIndependent- Kills
- 7
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 3
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 30%
- ISK destroyed
- 143.5M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 7
- Losses
- 3
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 3
- Points
- 7
ISK
- Destroyed
- 143.5M
- Lost
- 334.4M
- Balance
- -191.0M
- ISK Efficiency
- 30%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- 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
We are the seekers of the Holiest of Holy, Bob, the Almighty Overseer of W-Space, First of His Name, Maker of Rolling Holes and Breaker of Static Chains.
We drift through the void in flaming pod goo, chanting His sacred name, hurling the less worthy into the gaping maw of His cosmic glory. Their loss is not in vain, for each wreck is a hymn, each corpse a communion wafer, each polarized timer a prayer.
Bob knows we are coming. He feels the ripples of our probes, hears the pings of our d-scan, smells the faint aroma of over-heated microwarpdrives. He knows that we will not stop. We will not waiver. We will not falter. We will keep scanning, rolling, and jumping until we gaze upon His divine bookmark.
Do not fear, fellow w-space traveler. Bob sees you, cloaked or not. Bob judges your fit. Bob laughs at your polarisation timer. And if ever you doubt your course in the infinite void, remember the sacred question that guides all faithful pilots: “What Would Bob Do?”
Ameen.
We drift through the void in flaming pod goo, chanting His sacred name, hurling the less worthy into the gaping maw of His cosmic glory. Their loss is not in vain, for each wreck is a hymn, each corpse a communion wafer, each polarized timer a prayer.
Bob knows we are coming. He feels the ripples of our probes, hears the pings of our d-scan, smells the faint aroma of over-heated microwarpdrives. He knows that we will not stop. We will not waiver. We will not falter. We will keep scanning, rolling, and jumping until we gaze upon His divine bookmark.
Do not fear, fellow w-space traveler. Bob sees you, cloaked or not. Bob judges your fit. Bob laughs at your polarisation timer. And if ever you doubt your course in the infinite void, remember the sacred question that guides all faithful pilots: “What Would Bob Do?”
Ameen.