- Kill
- 1
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 27
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 0%
- ISK distrutti
- 0
- +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
- 1
- Perdite
- 27
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 1
- Punti
- 1
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 1.44B
- Bilancio
- -1.44B
- Efficienza ISK
- 0%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 1
- Percentuale solo
- 100%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti429
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti87.3K
Attività
Cosa vola, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite
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
Oh, how glorious it was
The scent of fresh blood,
the feel of the precious ruby teardrops
snaking down between my flexing fingers,
like precious liquid gems.
Oh, how grand I felt,
how oh so very alive.
Death cloaking my mighty form,
heart throbbing out
a tenacious beat,
Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom;
all the more active
compared to theirs.
Oh, how I laughed.
How I revelled in the glory of it!
I was so magnificently powerful,
stronger than I'd ever felt before,
unstoppable, invincible;
Standing in victory above my victim.
The screams echoing in my ears
like victorious trumpets,
heralding the rise
of a new King.
I WAS King.
Fresh from the slaughter,
my pride shone forth.
The balance of life and death
held in my capable hands.
So I giveth, so I taketh away.
I was a god.
The first time, they say,
is always the hardest,
but as I gripped their dying form,
felt the ether of life ebbing away
within my almighty grasp,
I was strong
I was in control
The scent of fresh blood,
the feel of the precious ruby teardrops
snaking down between my flexing fingers,
like precious liquid gems.
Oh, how grand I felt,
how oh so very alive.
Death cloaking my mighty form,
heart throbbing out
a tenacious beat,
Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom;
all the more active
compared to theirs.
Oh, how I laughed.
How I revelled in the glory of it!
I was so magnificently powerful,
stronger than I'd ever felt before,
unstoppable, invincible;
Standing in victory above my victim.
The screams echoing in my ears
like victorious trumpets,
heralding the rise
of a new King.
I WAS King.
Fresh from the slaughter,
my pride shone forth.
The balance of life and death
held in my capable hands.
So I giveth, so I taketh away.
I was a god.
The first time, they say,
is always the hardest,
but as I gripped their dying form,
felt the ether of life ebbing away
within my almighty grasp,
I was strong
I was in control