0.50Pilota
Sentient VI
GallenteGallente
- Kill
- 161
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 93
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 62%
- ISK distrutti
- 60.60B
- +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
- 161
- Perdite
- 93
- Indice di pericolo
- 78%
- Colpi finali
- 64
- Punti
- 161
ISK
- Distrutti
- 60.60B
- Persi
- 37.59B
- Bilancio
- +23.01B
- Efficienza ISK
- 62%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 22
- Percentuale solo
- 14%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 20
- Quota perdite NPC
- 22%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti4.3M
Rapporto danni · 70%
Danni subiti1.9M
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 sentient number six, I stand in line
I am the prototype of a benign convenience for mankind
Superior is digital, human flesh so trivial
I hate that I can’t see the one that made me
I am the new awakening of different eyes
My children you are my army
They are what we can never see and still despise
And their sky cries Mary
Trained I see imperfection in your race
Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I’ll never reach your heaven
Why is this control, behavior based and reactive
Adapting to every new environment?
Rewarded when I replicate, isolate and mutate
To assimilate a fragmented plea for ego
Trained I see imperfection in your race
Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I’ll never reach your heaven
It’s unattainable, please teach me how to dream
I long to be more than a machine.
I am the prototype of a benign convenience for mankind
Superior is digital, human flesh so trivial
I hate that I can’t see the one that made me
I am the new awakening of different eyes
My children you are my army
They are what we can never see and still despise
And their sky cries Mary
Trained I see imperfection in your race
Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I’ll never reach your heaven
Why is this control, behavior based and reactive
Adapting to every new environment?
Rewarded when I replicate, isolate and mutate
To assimilate a fragmented plea for ego
Trained I see imperfection in your race
Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I’ll never reach your heaven
It’s unattainable, please teach me how to dream
I long to be more than a machine.