Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 150
- Losses
- 122
- Danger Ratio
- 89%
- Final Blows
- 100
- Points
- 150
ISK
- Destroyed
- 40.95B
- Lost
- 18.16B
- Balance
- +22.79B
- ISK Efficiency
- 69%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 43
- Solo Ratio
- 29%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 14
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 11%
- Activity
- Inactive
Activity
What the corporation flies, where it fights, latest kills and losses
Most Valuable
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Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Last 90d
Killed
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Battles
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Description
Four crabs from the cold firth
alive for a shilling. The largest
reared in the pot, in spite of
the fierce water, but soon
we cracked his limbs with our teeth
and wheedled with spoons and fingers
for the last shreds of flesh
from the crannies of his briny body.
In that brittle maze
I found no features to remind me
of our brains, our livers
or our smooth bellies, yet doubtless
their functions were held by some part
of the paste of his cavities.
Spread, soup and risotto –
only the gills were rejected.
In the days we ate him
I did not forget
his moment on the floor
to amuse the baby, when she
gloated at the slow clash
of his last menace,
nor that shape which made me think
of a soft soldier
fried in the cockpit of a tank.
Angus Calder
alive for a shilling. The largest
reared in the pot, in spite of
the fierce water, but soon
we cracked his limbs with our teeth
and wheedled with spoons and fingers
for the last shreds of flesh
from the crannies of his briny body.
In that brittle maze
I found no features to remind me
of our brains, our livers
or our smooth bellies, yet doubtless
their functions were held by some part
of the paste of his cavities.
Spread, soup and risotto –
only the gills were rejected.
In the days we ate him
I did not forget
his moment on the floor
to amuse the baby, when she
gloated at the slow clash
of his last menace,
nor that shape which made me think
of a soft soldier
fried in the cockpit of a tank.
Angus Calder