-1.50Pilota
Trinkets friend
MinmatarBrutor
- Kill
- 5785
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 499
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 99%
- ISK distrutti
- 12.94T
- +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
- 5785
- Perdite
- 499
- Indice di pericolo
- 92%
- Colpi finali
- 1845
- Punti
- 5787
ISK
- Distrutti
- 12.94T
- Persi
- 69.88B
- Bilancio
- +12.87T
- Efficienza ISK
- 99%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 715
- Percentuale solo
- 12%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 41
- Quota perdite NPC
- 8%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti199.7M
Rapporto danni · 96%
Danni subiti7.7M
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
In space, no one can hear you scream, because a piece of duct tape fell of my Cyclone.
A cold, hard September day, dogs barking across the lake, Rocky Raccoon was heard to say "That other Rocky, he's a fake."
In the tavern, the patrons paused, softly emptied their lagers and waited for what's in store.
Here is Rocky's embittered saga;
"Paul wrote the lyrics first, then the chords. Royalties had been settled, it was to be in all the stores. Fame, it seemed, all but nestled in my lap.
I even met John, but only once, and briefly. Still....there I was, in a song, all about me. Well, chiefly.
I came back home, not two miles from here, told my folks. Even the mayor of the town bought my beer.
Well, you remember. What a day, oh what a day, what excitement when we learned Rocky Raccoon was to be on the double-white album.
This town fell into a swoon of self-congratulation. But then....you know. Do I have to go on?
That false Rocky had pinched my spot!
A cold, hard September day, dogs barking across the lake, Rocky Raccoon was heard to say "That other Rocky, he's a fake."
In the tavern, the patrons paused, softly emptied their lagers and waited for what's in store.
Here is Rocky's embittered saga;
"Paul wrote the lyrics first, then the chords. Royalties had been settled, it was to be in all the stores. Fame, it seemed, all but nestled in my lap.
I even met John, but only once, and briefly. Still....there I was, in a song, all about me. Well, chiefly.
I came back home, not two miles from here, told my folks. Even the mayor of the town bought my beer.
Well, you remember. What a day, oh what a day, what excitement when we learned Rocky Raccoon was to be on the double-white album.
This town fell into a swoon of self-congratulation. But then....you know. Do I have to go on?
That false Rocky had pinched my spot!