Pilota
Gustave Moreau
GallenteIntaki
- Kill
- 1
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 5
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 0%
- ISK distrutti
- 140K
- +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
- 5
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 1
- Punti
- 1
ISK
- Distrutti
- 140K
- Persi
- 2.08B
- Bilancio
- -2.08B
- 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 inflitti290
Rapporto danni · 1%
Danni subiti31.6K
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
society wants me to fuck, well fuck ‘m
car seat is a genetic stop sign
i sleep lying next to a mirror
car seat is a menace to the public
love is a way of advancing our species
love is because we want to keep up our species
God is a director he's just found out about us
he's talked to our agents but he don't know much about us
when I die I won't become a ghost
because I'll have nowhere to haunt
fuck this town and fuck my dirty hands
when you're strange then if they like you then they gotta be stranger
but they're just strangers
car seat's nervous and the lights are bright
when I was a kid I fell in love with Michael Stipe
I took lyrics out of context and thought "he must be speaking to me"
I won't last too much longer
I'm already starting to run out of places for faces in my head
they're all starting to look the same
car seat is a genetic stop sign
i sleep lying next to a mirror
car seat is a menace to the public
love is a way of advancing our species
love is because we want to keep up our species
God is a director he's just found out about us
he's talked to our agents but he don't know much about us
when I die I won't become a ghost
because I'll have nowhere to haunt
fuck this town and fuck my dirty hands
when you're strange then if they like you then they gotta be stranger
but they're just strangers
car seat's nervous and the lights are bright
when I was a kid I fell in love with Michael Stipe
I took lyrics out of context and thought "he must be speaking to me"
I won't last too much longer
I'm already starting to run out of places for faces in my head
they're all starting to look the same