1.90Pilota
Yetazerhara Igunen
CaldariCivire
- Kill
- 1
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 23
- +2 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 3%
- ISK distrutti
- 16.8M
- +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
- 23
- Indice di pericolo
- 52%
- Colpi finali
- 1
- Punti
- 1
ISK
- Distrutti
- 16.8M
- Persi
- 582.8M
- Bilancio
- -566.1M
- Efficienza ISK
- 3%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 11
- Quota perdite NPC
- 48%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti0
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti78.6K
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
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The Ballad of Yetazerhara Igunen — High-Sec’s Quiet Titan
There are pilots who chase glory.
There are pilots who chase ISK.
And then there’s Yetazerhara Igunen — who just chases asteroids.
Born under the dull hum of a Caldari refinery, Yetazerhara learned early that not every capsuleer was destined for explosions and killmails. Some of us were meant for quieter things — the slow, steady hum of strip miners, the hypnotic swirl of Veldspar dust, and the blissful serenity of not being on anyone’s killboard.
When others dove into wormholes and null-sec brawls, Yetazerhara found enlightenment in the shimmering silence of a hi-sec asteroid belt. His ship, lovingly over-tanked and questionably fit, became both temple and tomb, a sanctuary where drones worked tirelessly while he sipped Quafe and contemplated the nature of patience (and market margins).
Gankers come and go. Local chat rages.
Yetazerhara endures — a stoic figure among floating rocks, the quiet heartbeat of the empire’s economy. For while others burn ships for glory, he builds the ore that rebuilds them.
He has seen things.
Entire fleets of Ventures die in the same belt, all chasing a dream.
Orcas bumping like drunks at closing time.
Bots that mine harder than any mortal should.
And still he remains.
Not for fame. Not for riches.
But because, deep down, he knows: someone has to keep the universe supplied with Tritanium, and it might as well be him.
https://www.eveonline.com/signup?invc=aae0d3eb-6906-4e41-9b98-835e08d22630
Enjoy some EvE Online Music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yw5yVFZK97k&list=PL8nQUdnaLNcxDB8EAB7GN5XQ-5grgCop2
The Ballad of Yetazerhara Igunen — High-Sec’s Quiet Titan
There are pilots who chase glory.
There are pilots who chase ISK.
And then there’s Yetazerhara Igunen — who just chases asteroids.
Born under the dull hum of a Caldari refinery, Yetazerhara learned early that not every capsuleer was destined for explosions and killmails. Some of us were meant for quieter things — the slow, steady hum of strip miners, the hypnotic swirl of Veldspar dust, and the blissful serenity of not being on anyone’s killboard.
When others dove into wormholes and null-sec brawls, Yetazerhara found enlightenment in the shimmering silence of a hi-sec asteroid belt. His ship, lovingly over-tanked and questionably fit, became both temple and tomb, a sanctuary where drones worked tirelessly while he sipped Quafe and contemplated the nature of patience (and market margins).
Gankers come and go. Local chat rages.
Yetazerhara endures — a stoic figure among floating rocks, the quiet heartbeat of the empire’s economy. For while others burn ships for glory, he builds the ore that rebuilds them.
He has seen things.
Entire fleets of Ventures die in the same belt, all chasing a dream.
Orcas bumping like drunks at closing time.
Bots that mine harder than any mortal should.
And still he remains.
Not for fame. Not for riches.
But because, deep down, he knows: someone has to keep the universe supplied with Tritanium, and it might as well be him.