- Kill
- 2462
- +40 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 510
- +9 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 79%
- ISK distrutti
- 235.83B
- +10.68B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Media
- 0,4 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 2462
- Perdite
- 510
- Indice di pericolo
- 97%
- Colpi finali
- 1267
- Punti
- 2373
ISK
- Distrutti
- 235.83B
- Persi
- 62.90B
- Bilancio
- +172.92B
- Efficienza ISK
- 79%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 699
- Percentuale solo
- 28%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 14
- Quota perdite NPC
- 3%
- Attività
- Media
Danni inflitti14.4M
Rapporto danni · 73%
Danni subiti5.3M
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
Fraternity—feel the blast from a MAYHEM verse,
Neutrons burst first, leave your pod in a hearse.
Cold-blooded pilots, forged in the black,
Jump through the gate, ain't no comin' back.
Rough and rugged like an elephant's tusk,
Goonswarm scatter, vanish into dust.
MAYHEM strikes, light the fuse, spark the flame,
Every fleet we touch remembers the name.
The FC marks A, B, C on the board—
We ain't chained to letters, we ignore the call.
We hunt the juiciest fit in the middle of the fight,
Break the hull wide open, leave the wreck in plain sight.
Then we sweep the field, salvage every last bit,
Turn your shiny killmail into profit—legit.
We fight our own way, every pilot's got a style,
Different minds, one banner—that's MAYHEM all the while.
Divided in the details, united when it's time,
When the guns go green, we all fall into line.
"Yo... OMG, she's in Local..."
Black Rose tattoo—yeah, everybody knows.
When Miss Killz lands, the silence disappears,
'Cause where Miss Killz flies... Major Killz is here.
No fear, no panic, no need to pretend,
Just MAYHEM XIII riding with Fraternity 'til the end.
We don't chase glory—we create the scene,
Leave the grid burning... and the killboard clean.
Neutrons burst first, leave your pod in a hearse.
Cold-blooded pilots, forged in the black,
Jump through the gate, ain't no comin' back.
Rough and rugged like an elephant's tusk,
Goonswarm scatter, vanish into dust.
MAYHEM strikes, light the fuse, spark the flame,
Every fleet we touch remembers the name.
The FC marks A, B, C on the board—
We ain't chained to letters, we ignore the call.
We hunt the juiciest fit in the middle of the fight,
Break the hull wide open, leave the wreck in plain sight.
Then we sweep the field, salvage every last bit,
Turn your shiny killmail into profit—legit.
We fight our own way, every pilot's got a style,
Different minds, one banner—that's MAYHEM all the while.
Divided in the details, united when it's time,
When the guns go green, we all fall into line.
"Yo... OMG, she's in Local..."
Black Rose tattoo—yeah, everybody knows.
When Miss Killz lands, the silence disappears,
'Cause where Miss Killz flies... Major Killz is here.
No fear, no panic, no need to pretend,
Just MAYHEM XIII riding with Fraternity 'til the end.
We don't chase glory—we create the scene,
Leave the grid burning... and the killboard clean.