- Kill
- 192
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 21
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 95%
- ISK distrutti
- 42.00B
- +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
- 192
- Perdite
- 21
- Indice di pericolo
- 95%
- Colpi finali
- 27
- Punti
- 192
ISK
- Distrutti
- 42.00B
- Persi
- 2.17B
- Bilancio
- +39.83B
- Efficienza ISK
- 95%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 6
- Percentuale solo
- 3%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 1
- Quota perdite NPC
- 5%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti301.6K
Rapporto danni · 48%
Danni subiti320.7K
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
I am Lord Inquisitor Corvus Carmasian.
I tell you this for there is nothing you can do about that and nothing you can do knowing that.
From now on, I'll be asking the questions.
The shot rang out, I heard it plink against the bar counter. I stood hunched over, gasping for breath, clutching the side of my body where the bullet had just barely grazed. Blood seeped through my fingers as I tried to hold it in. A couple broken ribs shifted painfully as I breathed. I didn't know if they got out, but it didn't matter. He was completely focused on me now. His eyes bulged, veins strained at his forehead. I mused if they would pop and kill him right where he stood, but I knew better than that. His still smoking gun was aimed at my head now. This was the end, I was sure of it. Whatever will I had left, I had better make the best of it.
"Was it worth it bch, was it?!" he screamed, saliva flying from his mouth.
I smirked, staring back, "For my friends, you better fking believe it."
I tell you this for there is nothing you can do about that and nothing you can do knowing that.
From now on, I'll be asking the questions.
The shot rang out, I heard it plink against the bar counter. I stood hunched over, gasping for breath, clutching the side of my body where the bullet had just barely grazed. Blood seeped through my fingers as I tried to hold it in. A couple broken ribs shifted painfully as I breathed. I didn't know if they got out, but it didn't matter. He was completely focused on me now. His eyes bulged, veins strained at his forehead. I mused if they would pop and kill him right where he stood, but I knew better than that. His still smoking gun was aimed at my head now. This was the end, I was sure of it. Whatever will I had left, I had better make the best of it.
"Was it worth it bch, was it?!" he screamed, saliva flying from his mouth.
I smirked, staring back, "For my friends, you better fking believe it."