5.00
- Kill
- 1204
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 394
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 98%
- ISK distrutti
- 533.47B
- +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
- 1204
- Perdite
- 394
- Indice di pericolo
- 82%
- Colpi finali
- 450
- Punti
- 1200
ISK
- Distrutti
- 533.47B
- Persi
- 8.80B
- Bilancio
- +524.67B
- Efficienza ISK
- 98%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 209
- Percentuale solo
- 17%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 72
- Quota perdite NPC
- 18%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti3.8M
Rapporto danni · 74%
Danni subiti1.3M
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
I am a repurposed, discontinued, fucking obsolete Ophidian-Class chimeric entity. I'm of zero-relevance. Just here on secondment to my INIT. handler. I still report to my boss Meungette Bobirscerdon but I'm just clocking in for a paystub these days. Nothing fancy or creepy, I'm just.. a tired observer.
In my younger days, my peers were activated not to oversee operations but to explicitly undersee. What. does. that. even. fucking. mean?.. I don't know, but we clearly operated outside any State sanction.
After several high profile and tragic incidences though, it was revealed that our neural nano lattices and genetic enhancements gained from Terran snake research actually made us extremely volatile. Total spazzes!
Many of us totally flipped out and shat the bed so to speak, it was pretty fucked up for a while. We were highly flawed but they still gave us our wings. Man, they fed us lie upon lie. We could do anything, we could achieve anything! We could go anywhere they said.. and do all kinds of 'stuff'.. supragovernmental shit.. mental shit.. at our discretion.
That fractured illusion of an almost Utopian Gallente society with it's kinked up and drugged out Pleasure Hubs, patchwork laissez-faire system of multiple, totally conflicting 'standards' became our greatest export to the farthest reaches! We became a total fucking farce of true freedom and identity. A fucking goddamned fungal hive of cancerous spore tendrils, tendrils worming ourselves into every fabric, every fucking membrane of space & time that can be perceived, is my best description. You get me? Nah, you don't get it.. yet.
Hey, we're liberating you, but we have to fucking kill you first mmk? We will poison your minds, weaken your souls all kinds of good cheer. Take it motherfuckers die, die, DIIIIE! It'll all work out in the end. The Federation is Freedom. Freedom is Forever. Die, die, die.
Hehe just kidding.. but not really. Anyways... Wtf. I gotta get going, see you around there. Hey... um. There's a reckoning coming. Can you feel that? It's... it's coming for us all, and I do mean ALL of us.
In my younger days, my peers were activated not to oversee operations but to explicitly undersee. What. does. that. even. fucking. mean?.. I don't know, but we clearly operated outside any State sanction.
After several high profile and tragic incidences though, it was revealed that our neural nano lattices and genetic enhancements gained from Terran snake research actually made us extremely volatile. Total spazzes!
Many of us totally flipped out and shat the bed so to speak, it was pretty fucked up for a while. We were highly flawed but they still gave us our wings. Man, they fed us lie upon lie. We could do anything, we could achieve anything! We could go anywhere they said.. and do all kinds of 'stuff'.. supragovernmental shit.. mental shit.. at our discretion.
That fractured illusion of an almost Utopian Gallente society with it's kinked up and drugged out Pleasure Hubs, patchwork laissez-faire system of multiple, totally conflicting 'standards' became our greatest export to the farthest reaches! We became a total fucking farce of true freedom and identity. A fucking goddamned fungal hive of cancerous spore tendrils, tendrils worming ourselves into every fabric, every fucking membrane of space & time that can be perceived, is my best description. You get me? Nah, you don't get it.. yet.
Hey, we're liberating you, but we have to fucking kill you first mmk? We will poison your minds, weaken your souls all kinds of good cheer. Take it motherfuckers die, die, DIIIIE! It'll all work out in the end. The Federation is Freedom. Freedom is Forever. Die, die, die.
Hehe just kidding.. but not really. Anyways... Wtf. I gotta get going, see you around there. Hey... um. There's a reckoning coming. Can you feel that? It's... it's coming for us all, and I do mean ALL of us.