- Kills
- 12
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 4
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 97%
- ISK destroyed
- 9.81B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 12
- Losses
- 4
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 4
- Points
- 12
ISK
- Destroyed
- 9.81B
- Lost
- 343.1M
- Balance
- +9.46B
- ISK Efficiency
- 97%
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
Let's get fucked up and die
I'm speaking literally, of course
Like the last time that I committed suicide EVE suicide
Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside
But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs
I've learned to love the lie
I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, 'cause I wanna belong
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves
I'm addicted to words and they're useless
Let's get fucked up and die
I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode
I'm about to explode
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck
I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings
Because I am so visceral, yet deeply inept
I'm speaking literally, of course
Like the last time that I committed suicide EVE suicide
Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside
But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs
I've learned to love the lie
I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, 'cause I wanna belong
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves
I'm addicted to words and they're useless
Let's get fucked up and die
I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode
I'm about to explode
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck
I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings
Because I am so visceral, yet deeply inept