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- Security status
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Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 161
- Perdite
- 55
- Efficienza
- 75%
- Indice di pericolo
- 91%
ISK
- Distrutti
- 96.00B
- Persi
- 5.95B
- Efficienza ISK
- 94%
- Bilancio
- +90.05B
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 3
- Percentuale solo
- 2%
- Colpi finali
- 18
- Punti
- 161
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 5
- Quota perdite NPC
- 9%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni
Danni inflitti261.0K
Danni subiti368.7K
Rapporto danni41%
Profilo operativo
Come combatte, con chi e contro chi — ultimi 90 giorni
Attività
Cosa vola e dove combatte
NaviUltima settimana
Nessun dato in questo periodo.
SistemiUltima settimana
Nessun dato in questo periodo.
I più preziosi
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
ClassificheUltimi 90 giorni
Scafi persi
Perdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Carriera
Le corporazioni attraversate, dalla più recente
University of CailleDal domenica 21 settembre 20250 Kill0 Perdite
Bene Gesserit ChapterHouseDal sabato 15 settembre 20180 Kill3 Perdite
The ScopeDal lunedì 27 agosto 20180 Kill0 Perdite
Frog Morton IndustriesDal giovedì 17 gennaio 201380 Kill12 Perdite
X.S. IndustriesDal mercoledì 16 gennaio 20130 Kill0 Perdite
Active FusionDal martedì 26 ottobre 201017 Kill26 Perdite
Bio in gioco
Your staring at my eye..... Everyone does....
a mark of pride it is indeed, an accident is how it happened.
A load of Noxicum spilled over during an offloading in station.
Luckily I was not buried, the prostitute was no so lucky.
Think her name was Spaceship B...... something
but a miner I still remain as was my father,
The nox nearly killed me, poisonus the stuff is,
True to the ore I am. Spending days in space,
Unwashed and grimey in my captains seat,
stinking up my cabin,
finding the occasional skidmark in the pants,
finding the occasional klingong smeared between cheeks,
I think they call that sharting, fart/shit in one,
I mine my own gastric gasses and sell on market.
did I mention I freeball? well now you know.
No butthuggers or tighty whities for me.
Im a real miner to the grimey core.
I dont need a change of clothes,
Unless im pissing out the wrong hole into my pants.
My groin has never known scissor or blade,
Im a real man, a rugged miner.
a mark of pride it is indeed, an accident is how it happened.
A load of Noxicum spilled over during an offloading in station.
Luckily I was not buried, the prostitute was no so lucky.
Think her name was Spaceship B...... something
but a miner I still remain as was my father,
The nox nearly killed me, poisonus the stuff is,
True to the ore I am. Spending days in space,
Unwashed and grimey in my captains seat,
stinking up my cabin,
finding the occasional skidmark in the pants,
finding the occasional klingong smeared between cheeks,
I think they call that sharting, fart/shit in one,
I mine my own gastric gasses and sell on market.
did I mention I freeball? well now you know.
No butthuggers or tighty whities for me.
Im a real miner to the grimey core.
I dont need a change of clothes,
Unless im pissing out the wrong hole into my pants.
My groin has never known scissor or blade,
Im a real man, a rugged miner.