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CEO Chicklet0.20
Pilota

CEO Chicklet

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Killboard
Kill
258
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
Perdite
21
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
92%
Efficienza
Efficienza ISK 100%
ISK distrutti
1.51T
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
Attività
Inattivo
0 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni

Scheda di combattimento

Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera

Combattimento

Kill
258
Perdite
21
Indice di pericolo
71%
Colpi finali
38
Punti
258

ISK

Distrutti
1.51T
Persi
2.50B
Bilancio
+1.51T
Efficienza ISK
100%

Solo

Kill in solo
9
Percentuale solo
3%
Kill medie/giorno
—

Altro

Perdite contro NPC
6
Quota perdite NPC
29%
Attività
Inattivo
Danni inflitti317.2K
Rapporto danni · 80%
Danni subiti78.4K

Attività

Cosa vola, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite

NaviUltimi 90g
SistemiUltimi 90g
Ultime killKillboard
Ultime perditeKillboard

I più preziosi

Le kill più costose del periodo

Chi incontra

Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde

Ultimi 90g
Uccisi
Ucciso da
Scafi persiPerdite suddivise per classe di scafo.

Bio in gioco

Today when I walked into my economics class I saw something I dread every time I close my eyes. Someone had brought their new gaming laptop to class. The Forklift he used to bring it was still running idle at the back. I started sweating as I sat down and gazed over at the 700lb beast that was his laptop. He had already reinforced his desk with steel support beams and was in the process of finding an outlet for a power cable thicker than Amy Schumer's thigh. I start shaking. I keep telling myself I'm going to be alright and that there's nothing to worry about. He somehow finds a fucking outlet. Tears are running down my cheeks as I send my last texts to my family saying I love them. The teacher starts the lecture, and the student turns his laptop on. The colored lights on his RGB Backlit keyboard flare to life like a nuclear flash, and a deep humming fills my ears and shakes my very soul. The entire city power grid goes dark. The classroom begins to shake as the massive fans begin to spin. In mere seconds my world has gone from vibrant life, to a dark, earth shattering void where my body is getting torn apart by the 150mph gale force winds and the 500 decibel groan of the cooling fans. As my body finally surrenders, I weep, as my school and my city go under. I fucking hate gaming laptops.