-0.50
- Kill
- 1178
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 169
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 91%
- ISK distrutti
- 201.31B
- +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
- 1178
- Perdite
- 169
- Indice di pericolo
- 94%
- Colpi finali
- 598
- Punti
- 1178
ISK
- Distrutti
- 201.31B
- Persi
- 20.03B
- Bilancio
- +181.27B
- Efficienza ISK
- 91%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 319
- Percentuale solo
- 27%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 10
- Quota perdite NPC
- 6%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti50.6M
Rapporto danni · 95%
Danni subiti2.6M
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
On the horizon was the blazing outlines of a bombed city,
the outlying areas dotted with flaming craters and fleeing refuges.
I vomited out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack
on the non-combatants, pulpifying their flesh in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst.
The mass mutilation of a world ensued, with those not being
fit for slave labor being herded into gigantic flaming pits.
We laughed as several thousand years of cultural development
were wiped out in a single blundering instant.
Gorged on guts, gouged out eyes, captives fill the breeding hive
Desecrate their sovereign world, bloated, bloody, drunken churl
Cultures crumble, races die, stench of midgets fill the sky
Smashing skulls with ghastly crunch, pretty soon we'll break for lunch
Later, as we flew through deep space, ritually disemboweling our victims
The navigator informed us that we attacked the wrong planet.
Hahaha.
"Only the paranoid survive."
the outlying areas dotted with flaming craters and fleeing refuges.
I vomited out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack
on the non-combatants, pulpifying their flesh in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst.
The mass mutilation of a world ensued, with those not being
fit for slave labor being herded into gigantic flaming pits.
We laughed as several thousand years of cultural development
were wiped out in a single blundering instant.
Gorged on guts, gouged out eyes, captives fill the breeding hive
Desecrate their sovereign world, bloated, bloody, drunken churl
Cultures crumble, races die, stench of midgets fill the sky
Smashing skulls with ghastly crunch, pretty soon we'll break for lunch
Later, as we flew through deep space, ritually disemboweling our victims
The navigator informed us that we attacked the wrong planet.
Hahaha.
"Only the paranoid survive."