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[SOBLU] New Eden Corporation 98791695
6 membersTax 0%Founded in 2024
- Kills
- 37
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 28
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 37%
- ISK destroyed
- 7.55B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 37
- Losses
- 28
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 28
- Points
- 27
ISK
- Destroyed
- 7.55B
- Lost
- 12.87B
- Balance
- -5.33B
- ISK Efficiency
- 37%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 23
- Solo Ratio
- 62%
- 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
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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
Deep in the star-churned void of New Eden, the alliance known as “Snuffed Out” once attempted to host a grand tea party for the neighboring pirates, hoping to charm them into not blowing up their brand-new space greenhouse (they had big plans for cosmic cucumbers, after all). Unfortunately, right before the festivities began, someone misplaced all the crumpets. Not just misplaced them—teleported them into a wormhole inhabited by sugar-crazed rogue drones who promptly started a glitter war inside an abandoned Titan hull.
In utter chaos, the well-dressed Snuffed Out diplomats tried to serve empty plates and invisible pastries with stiff upper lips—though lip-stiffening in zero-G is an awkward affair indeed. Their guests, unimpressed by the non-existent finger foods and thoroughly baffled by the endless “Oh, do pardon me, old chap” excuses, decided it would be best to quietly slip out the airlock. Thus ended the illustrious Snuffed Out soirée, leaving nothing behind but echoing apologies, a suspiciously cucumber-scented nebula, and a gravity-challenged teapot drifting through space for centuries to come.
In utter chaos, the well-dressed Snuffed Out diplomats tried to serve empty plates and invisible pastries with stiff upper lips—though lip-stiffening in zero-G is an awkward affair indeed. Their guests, unimpressed by the non-existent finger foods and thoroughly baffled by the endless “Oh, do pardon me, old chap” excuses, decided it would be best to quietly slip out the airlock. Thus ended the illustrious Snuffed Out soirée, leaving nothing behind but echoing apologies, a suspiciously cucumber-scented nebula, and a gravity-challenged teapot drifting through space for centuries to come.