- Kill
- 1
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 38
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 0%
- ISK distrutti
- 25K
- +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
- 1
- Perdite
- 38
- Indice di pericolo
- 92%
- Colpi finali
- 1
- Punti
- 1
ISK
- Distrutti
- 25K
- Persi
- 2.65B
- Bilancio
- -2.65B
- Efficienza ISK
- 0%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 1
- Percentuale solo
- 100%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 3
- Quota perdite NPC
- 8%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti552
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti297.5K
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
The Glory of the one true God will burn brighter than the fires of ten-thousand suns.
May you be at peace when the light of holy salvation blesses you.
Here, emotions behold
You've entered a Hell Where the Devil is made of gold.
Please, don't run your mouth;
The questions before have no place in this haunted house.
Reveal your selfish pleasure
One more time run for good measure.
In the answer you hold
Time would be better off if our souls had been sold.
Here where the light only dies to remember,
In a place where the blind truly can see.
Hear my voice dearly departed,
I beg on my knees.
It's been my pleasure To serve your disease.
Welcome home,
Shed your skin and expose your bones; Take my hand
And follow us into the black, So far that we can't get back.
( )
/ \
/ \
/ / ___ \ \
/ / | \ \
/ |___| \
/ / \ \
/ / \ \
/ / \ \
May you be at peace when the light of holy salvation blesses you.
Here, emotions behold
You've entered a Hell Where the Devil is made of gold.
Please, don't run your mouth;
The questions before have no place in this haunted house.
Reveal your selfish pleasure
One more time run for good measure.
In the answer you hold
Time would be better off if our souls had been sold.
Here where the light only dies to remember,
In a place where the blind truly can see.
Hear my voice dearly departed,
I beg on my knees.
It's been my pleasure To serve your disease.
Welcome home,
Shed your skin and expose your bones; Take my hand
And follow us into the black, So far that we can't get back.
( )
/ \
/ \
/ / ___ \ \
/ / | \ \
/ |___| \
/ / \ \
/ / \ \
/ / \ \