- Founded on
- …
- Members
- 22
- Tax rate
- 5%
- War eligible
- No
- Website
- http://
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 2,132
- Losses
- 1,079
- Efficiency
- 66%
- Danger Ratio
- 97%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 519.38B
- Lost
- 185.27B
- ISK Efficiency
- 74%
- Balance
- +334.11B
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 209
- Solo Ratio
- 10%
- Final Blows
- 606
- Points
- 2,132
Other
- NPC Losses
- 37
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 3%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Activity
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Hulls LostLast 90d
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Battles
Engagements in the selected window, from our own killmail archive
Alliance history
Corporations flown for, most recent first
Since Wednesday, 6 March 2024
Reaper FederationSince Saturday, 6 May 2017
Manifesto.Since Friday, 2 September 2016
INTERNET SPACESHIP.Since Saturday, 7 May 2016
Reaper FederationSince Wednesday, 29 April 2015
DamnedNationSince Monday, 16 March 2015
Short Bus SyndicateSince Tuesday, 9 December 2014
Description
Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953