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Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 0
- Perdite
- 1
- Efficienza
- 0%
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 22K
- Efficienza ISK
- 0%
- Bilancio
- -22K
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 0
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni
Danni inflitti0
Danni subiti455
Rapporto danni0%
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
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Federal Navy AcademyDal martedì 14 dicembre 20040 Kill0 Perdite
Bio in gioco
It's funny, isn't it?
We simple human creatures need only a few things, desire a few things more. Tiny, tiny things; simplistic, yet our pursuit of them can shatter planets and destroy stars. The need to survive: food, sleep, security. The desire for companionship: friends, family, lovers. We describe them so succiently, yet struggle to grasp hold of even one of them.
What would you do if all them were presented to you? Each little thing made yours, a place in the world just for you, no questions, no worries. Your own place, with everything you need and desire.
Sounds boring, doesn't it?
I mean, why put away all those worries and fears? What would you do without being up all night, worrying, worrying, worrying? Always on the edge, wondering what tomorrow will bring, hoping for that big break. Why ever go somewhere that answers those questions?
That's the funny thing, my dear. We both know what you want, but you're afraid to take it.
It's right there, waiting for you.
We simple human creatures need only a few things, desire a few things more. Tiny, tiny things; simplistic, yet our pursuit of them can shatter planets and destroy stars. The need to survive: food, sleep, security. The desire for companionship: friends, family, lovers. We describe them so succiently, yet struggle to grasp hold of even one of them.
What would you do if all them were presented to you? Each little thing made yours, a place in the world just for you, no questions, no worries. Your own place, with everything you need and desire.
Sounds boring, doesn't it?
I mean, why put away all those worries and fears? What would you do without being up all night, worrying, worrying, worrying? Always on the edge, wondering what tomorrow will bring, hoping for that big break. Why ever go somewhere that answers those questions?
That's the funny thing, my dear. We both know what you want, but you're afraid to take it.
It's right there, waiting for you.