-6.60
- Kill
- 369
- +174 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 63
- +8 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 99%
- ISK distrutti
- 1.97T
- +130.59B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Alta
- 1,9 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 369
- Perdite
- 63
- Indice di pericolo
- 86%
- Colpi finali
- 147
- Punti
- 251
ISK
- Distrutti
- 1.97T
- Persi
- 16.99B
- Bilancio
- +1.96T
- Efficienza ISK
- 99%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 137
- Percentuale solo
- 37%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 9
- Quota perdite NPC
- 14%
- Attività
- Alta
Danni inflitti5.8M
Rapporto danni · 84%
Danni subiti1.1M
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
If you cross our paths once more
You’ll be stabbed down in a bloody mess
You’ve infected the whole city with the plague
So clear off—be gone with you!
When I look at you standing there
It makes me want to retch
No one here respects you anymore
For you reek strongly of shit
Yes, the whores go on strike
Whenever you’re back in town
You needn't grin so smugly
Or your head will pay the price
And if you step into the tavern
Everyone flees the benches
Yes, they curse and push away
What a loathsome lout
Even the rats in the gutter
Give you a wide berth
For you stink of vomit
So they flee from you too
Executioner, get the guillotine ready
The sight of you is worse
Than plague boils on the face
And you’ll likely live forever
For even Death doesn't want you
Your maw rots more foully
Than an old man's corpse
Your teeth are yellower
Than a whole cob of corn
That’s why you’ll never win
The favor of a fair maiden
And remain untouched forever
Like the depths of the frozen ice
And finally, you Beelzebub
In human form
I wish you, on your next ride
A broken leg and a broken neck
And I mean that quite seriously
If you cross our paths once more
You’ll be stabbed down in a bloody mess
You’ve infected the whole city with the plague
So clear off—be gone with you!
You’ll be stabbed down in a bloody mess
You’ve infected the whole city with the plague
So clear off—be gone with you!
When I look at you standing there
It makes me want to retch
No one here respects you anymore
For you reek strongly of shit
Yes, the whores go on strike
Whenever you’re back in town
You needn't grin so smugly
Or your head will pay the price
And if you step into the tavern
Everyone flees the benches
Yes, they curse and push away
What a loathsome lout
Even the rats in the gutter
Give you a wide berth
For you stink of vomit
So they flee from you too
Executioner, get the guillotine ready
The sight of you is worse
Than plague boils on the face
And you’ll likely live forever
For even Death doesn't want you
Your maw rots more foully
Than an old man's corpse
Your teeth are yellower
Than a whole cob of corn
That’s why you’ll never win
The favor of a fair maiden
And remain untouched forever
Like the depths of the frozen ice
And finally, you Beelzebub
In human form
I wish you, on your next ride
A broken leg and a broken neck
And I mean that quite seriously
If you cross our paths once more
You’ll be stabbed down in a bloody mess
You’ve infected the whole city with the plague
So clear off—be gone with you!