Malachird

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Corporazione[CRP62] CreepShow K162

Alleanza[CRPNT] CreepShow Entertainment

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Prossimo compleanno: …
Ultima attività: …
Security status: 0.30

Scheda di combattimento

Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera

Combattimento

Kill: 7043
Perdite: 980
Efficienza: 88%

Indice di pericolo: 92%

ISK

Distrutti: 3.52T
Persi: 186.47B
Efficienza ISK: 95%

Bilancio: +3.33T

Solo

Kill in solo: 899
Percentuale solo: 13%
Colpi finali: 2056
Punti: 6844

Altro

Perdite contro NPC: 75
Quota perdite NPC: 8%
Kill medie/giorno: —
Attività: Alta

Danni

Danni inflitti416.8M

Danni subiti20.5M

Rapporto danni95%

Profilo operativo

Come combatte, con chi e contro chi — ultimi 90 giorni

Attività

Cosa vola e dove combatte

I più preziosi

Chi incontra

Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde

ClassificheUltimi 90g

Scafi persiUltimi 90g

Perdite suddivise per classe di scafo.

Carriera

Le corporazioni attraversate, dalla più recente

Bio in gioco

Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever can not take care of themself without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, "If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven." Such is the rule of honor.
Fire on the innocent and the guilty
On the saints and sinners alike
Though apophis knows no mercy
He's an angel compared to the man
Who has nothing to lose
The sad hunter the forsaken swain
societies most malignant creation
if idle hands are the devils play things
these hands will crack the earth to tear the devil apart
I've lost that lust for life
I once possessed when there were fewer years
And mass upon my shoulders
I've lost that need to thrive
That compulsion to feel to create to discover
Somebody please call in the coroner
Just because I'm moving
Doesn't mean I'm not a corpse
Soon I'll be building our casket
From the scraps of these bridges destroyed
By the storms I've been brewin'
No matter how low, there ain't no rock bottom for me!
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You are parasites. Festering wet little parasites. Squirming atop the corroded crust of a world that never asked for you.
An infestation of meat. Living breathing meat. Poisoning everyhing you touch. Your're history is a flicker, a rounding error
in the equation of eternity, You breed without reason. You cling to your chaotic little lives out of terror. and when at last
you die...you poison the very ground that bore you only for your offspring to repeat the folly of your ways...you're twitching brains cannot
conjure meaning, sweating lumps of pink and grey matter, trembling in the dark, conflating spasms for thought. You have mistaken the
convulsions of meat for the weight of a meaningful life...and soon the cosmos shall scrub you from its skin, Your bones will be the
last remnants of what was.