- Founded on
- …
- Members
- 2
- Tax rate
- 5%
- War eligible
- No
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 12
- Losses
- 4
- Efficiency
- 75%
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
ISK
- Destroyed
- 9.81B
- Lost
- 343.1M
- ISK Efficiency
- 97%
- Balance
- +9.46B
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Final Blows
- 4
- Points
- 12
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
- Activity
- Inactive
Activity
What the corporation flies and where it fights
Most Valuable
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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
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