0.50
- Kill
- 14
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 10
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 4%
- ISK distrutti
- 211.9M
- +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
- 14
- Perdite
- 10
- Indice di pericolo
- 90%
- Colpi finali
- 11
- Punti
- 14
ISK
- Distrutti
- 211.9M
- Persi
- 5.09B
- Bilancio
- -4.88B
- Efficienza ISK
- 4%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 10
- Percentuale solo
- 71%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 1
- Quota perdite NPC
- 10%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti7.5M
Rapporto danni · 99%
Danni subiti107.5K
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
Memoirs of the forgotten.
----------
She stood, slow, joints snapping-- second to none but the Sovs themselves.
Stood straight-backed, sharp-sighted, pleased to skewer enemies at any distance.
She listened close, head cocked, arrow nocked.
Listened to her Queen's layered lies and heard only the truths as endless courtly complaints flowed around them like the mists of Divalia.
She watched shadows wind, warp, widen.
Watched surveillance feeds, encrypted snaps: the weapon hand of every woman and man who wished an audience.
She swore with revelation, righteous fury--
betrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayed
--swore an oath to rise again.
She drew, loosed, dr–
Fell.
l o s t
----------
The smell of sulfur fills the air.
"Oh god, they're so close. They have Hitchcock. Oh god."
"Grab the - the dagger. From my backpack. Quick."
"I-I don't... I got it. What the hell? This isn't gonna work, Marion. What the hell am I supposed to do with this against those...? They blew him into pieces - oh god."
"You have to... you have to kill me - ah! Kill me. Kill me with it."
"What? What the hell?"
"Yeah - it's the only way. Please."
"What are you saying? Stop!"
"It's a magic dagger. It'll save us. She will save us. But you have to kill me with it."
"Please don't... please don't make me. Oh god."
"Y-you have to. I've seen how this works. It's the only way - they're coming so close. You have to use it on me. Kill me."
"I'm so sorry Marion. I'm so so sorry. I don't think-"
"Do it. Do it now. DO IT NOW! DO IT NOW! DO IT-"
----------
She stood, slow, joints snapping-- second to none but the Sovs themselves.
Stood straight-backed, sharp-sighted, pleased to skewer enemies at any distance.
She listened close, head cocked, arrow nocked.
Listened to her Queen's layered lies and heard only the truths as endless courtly complaints flowed around them like the mists of Divalia.
She watched shadows wind, warp, widen.
Watched surveillance feeds, encrypted snaps: the weapon hand of every woman and man who wished an audience.
She swore with revelation, righteous fury--
betrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayedbetrayed
--swore an oath to rise again.
She drew, loosed, dr–
Fell.
l o s t
----------
The smell of sulfur fills the air.
"Oh god, they're so close. They have Hitchcock. Oh god."
"Grab the - the dagger. From my backpack. Quick."
"I-I don't... I got it. What the hell? This isn't gonna work, Marion. What the hell am I supposed to do with this against those...? They blew him into pieces - oh god."
"You have to... you have to kill me - ah! Kill me. Kill me with it."
"What? What the hell?"
"Yeah - it's the only way. Please."
"What are you saying? Stop!"
"It's a magic dagger. It'll save us. She will save us. But you have to kill me with it."
"Please don't... please don't make me. Oh god."
"Y-you have to. I've seen how this works. It's the only way - they're coming so close. You have to use it on me. Kill me."
"I'm so sorry Marion. I'm so so sorry. I don't think-"
"Do it. Do it now. DO IT NOW! DO IT NOW! DO IT-"