- Kill
- 161
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 55
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 94%
- ISK distrutti
- 96.00B
- +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
- 55
- Indice di pericolo
- 91%
- Colpi finali
- 18
- Punti
- 161
ISK
- Distrutti
- 96.00B
- Persi
- 5.95B
- Bilancio
- +90.05B
- Efficienza ISK
- 94%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 3
- Percentuale solo
- 2%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 5
- Quota perdite NPC
- 9%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti261.0K
Rapporto danni · 41%
Danni subiti368.7K
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
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.