- Founded on
- …
- Members
- 2
- Tax rate
- 0%
- War eligible
- No
- Website
- http://
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 3
- Losses
- 16
- Efficiency
- 16%
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 135.7M
- Lost
- 7.13B
- ISK Efficiency
- 2%
- Balance
- -6.99B
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 2
- Solo Ratio
- 67%
- Final Blows
- 3
- Points
- 3
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Activity
What the corporation flies and where it fights
Most Valuable
Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Top ListsLast 90d
Hulls LostLast 90d
Losses broken down by hull class.
Battles
Engagements in the selected window, from our own killmail archive
Alliance history
Corporations flown for, most recent first
Description
- A dream?
“Well, are you dreaming of something?”
- Nope, I don’t dream ...
If good conquers evil not nonsense,
Then wish me good day
If the bunks are tough, as the guys say,
Then wish me a soft landing
Spitting blood, trimming over an eyebrow
Wish me health
A bullet in the back of the head - fell on the sand,
Wish me a good night,
There’s something in the palm of your hand
So guess a long life
And don’t say that they will pursue the authorities
Say what will pursue happiness
And everyone takes something from me
Someone in debt, someone in the mouth,
The colony took childhood changing the interior,
But no one has yet taken an example
And I'm waiting for a miracle in Hachiko mode
And all your movements are static to me
If addition is just math,
Then we lay down our arms with my brother
I kind of thought to solve everything kindly,
But the cutlery under the rib
And our death will be profitable bro
Not just for funeral homes,
And I will be very honest
Even where lies are breathing,
And let this passport be fake
But the photo is mine
“Well, are you dreaming of something?”
- Nope, I don’t dream ...
If good conquers evil not nonsense,
Then wish me good day
If the bunks are tough, as the guys say,
Then wish me a soft landing
Spitting blood, trimming over an eyebrow
Wish me health
A bullet in the back of the head - fell on the sand,
Wish me a good night,
There’s something in the palm of your hand
So guess a long life
And don’t say that they will pursue the authorities
Say what will pursue happiness
And everyone takes something from me
Someone in debt, someone in the mouth,
The colony took childhood changing the interior,
But no one has yet taken an example
And I'm waiting for a miracle in Hachiko mode
And all your movements are static to me
If addition is just math,
Then we lay down our arms with my brother
I kind of thought to solve everything kindly,
But the cutlery under the rib
And our death will be profitable bro
Not just for funeral homes,
And I will be very honest
Even where lies are breathing,
And let this passport be fake
But the photo is mine