- Kill
- 2718
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 43
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 100%
- ISK distrutti
- 3.56T
- +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
- 2718
- Perdite
- 43
- Indice di pericolo
- 91%
- Colpi finali
- 194
- Punti
- 2718
ISK
- Distrutti
- 3.56T
- Persi
- 14.66B
- Bilancio
- +3.55T
- Efficienza ISK
- 100%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 23
- Percentuale solo
- 1%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 4
- Quota perdite NPC
- 9%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti47.1M
Rapporto danni · 95%
Danni subiti2.6M
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
About Mitochondrions
FELLOW TRAVELLER
Speak softly! Deep inside our cells
A stealthy, alien spirit dwells;
Silently she weaves and bobs
Performing needful household jobs:
Finding her special niche in
Our fiery metabolic kitchen;
Keeping entropy at bay
By cranking cycles night and day.
Yet seldom does she ever burn us
Despite her all-consuming furnace.
Her origins? Germs, we suppose.
Her purposes? God only knows.
Her destiny's with ours entwined;
The endosymbiotic bind.
Eukaryotes fancy themselves adaptive
Regarding her a slave - a captive;
While we evolved as truth-unravellers,
Potential astronautic travellers,
She and her cohorts used humanity
(Allowing us our hubric vanity),
They energized our mind, and ran it
To exit from this dying planet,
And hijacked us to be their taxi
Hitch-hiking to another galaxy:
Impelling us to wander on
The starship 'Mitochondrion'.
Ourselves the vehicles, within
Which ride our organellar kin.
Thus, mankind's simply Nature's way
To transmigrate mt-DNA
By W.C. McMurray
FELLOW TRAVELLER
Speak softly! Deep inside our cells
A stealthy, alien spirit dwells;
Silently she weaves and bobs
Performing needful household jobs:
Finding her special niche in
Our fiery metabolic kitchen;
Keeping entropy at bay
By cranking cycles night and day.
Yet seldom does she ever burn us
Despite her all-consuming furnace.
Her origins? Germs, we suppose.
Her purposes? God only knows.
Her destiny's with ours entwined;
The endosymbiotic bind.
Eukaryotes fancy themselves adaptive
Regarding her a slave - a captive;
While we evolved as truth-unravellers,
Potential astronautic travellers,
She and her cohorts used humanity
(Allowing us our hubric vanity),
They energized our mind, and ran it
To exit from this dying planet,
And hijacked us to be their taxi
Hitch-hiking to another galaxy:
Impelling us to wander on
The starship 'Mitochondrion'.
Ourselves the vehicles, within
Which ride our organellar kin.
Thus, mankind's simply Nature's way
To transmigrate mt-DNA
By W.C. McMurray