3.60Pilota
Haplo Tek
GallenteIntaki
- Kill
- 25
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 43
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 19%
- ISK distrutti
- 2.36B
- +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
- 25
- Perdite
- 43
- Indice di pericolo
- 86%
- Colpi finali
- 3
- Punti
- 25
ISK
- Distrutti
- 2.36B
- Persi
- 9.92B
- Bilancio
- -7.56B
- Efficienza ISK
- 19%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 6
- Quota perdite NPC
- 14%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti787.3K
Rapporto danni · 76%
Danni subiti245.6K
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
NIGHT-GAUNT
Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell,
But every night I see the rubbery things,
Black, horned, and slender with membranous wing,
They come in legions on the north wind's swell,
With obscene clutch that titilates and stings,
Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings
To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare's well.
Over the jagged peaks of Thok they sweep,
Heedless of all the cries I try to make,
And down the never pits to that foul lake
Where the puffed shoggoth splash in doutful sleep,
But ho! If only they would make some sound,
Or wear a face where faces should be found!
Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell,
But every night I see the rubbery things,
Black, horned, and slender with membranous wing,
They come in legions on the north wind's swell,
With obscene clutch that titilates and stings,
Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings
To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare's well.
Over the jagged peaks of Thok they sweep,
Heedless of all the cries I try to make,
And down the never pits to that foul lake
Where the puffed shoggoth splash in doutful sleep,
But ho! If only they would make some sound,
Or wear a face where faces should be found!