-1.10
- Kill
- 16
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 96
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 1%
- ISK distrutti
- 73.9M
- +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
- 16
- Perdite
- 96
- Indice di pericolo
- 85%
- Colpi finali
- 12
- Punti
- 16
ISK
- Distrutti
- 73.9M
- Persi
- 4.95B
- Bilancio
- -4.88B
- Efficienza ISK
- 1%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 10
- Percentuale solo
- 63%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 14
- Quota perdite NPC
- 15%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti15.3K
Rapporto danni · 2%
Danni subiti804.7K
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
Who am you
I was standing in the grocery store trying to picture what it would be like to not have an imagination. I looked over to say something to my existentialist real estate agent, he sold real estate that were real as steak. I was distracted and my mind started to wander while I was keeping an open mind, and when I turned back around I had closed the lid. I turned to the real estate agent and said, “I lost my mind.” He asked me “where was the last place you put it?” I tried to think about it but I was coming up blank, because my mind was gone.
I tried to use my subconscious to figure out where my conscious mind was, but I ended up just getting very self-conscience because I could not longer distinguish between right and wrong since my conscious had taken my conscience with it. All of that would have confused me but I didn’t have a brain at the time to get confused.
Lucky for me I, when I was a child I had an irrational paranoia that the CIA had not put a computer chip in my brain and I was afraid to jog my memory for fear that it would run away. In order to calm my fears, my therapist put a tracking device in my head. Using a GPS I was able to find brain, a wind had caught my brain and I had to climb up on my roof and get my mind out of the gutter. After the reverse lobotomy I was back in my right mind. A mind is a terrible thing to waste, don’t let yours wander unless you are keeping a close eye on it. But, if you do lose your mind, take the opportunity to pick someone else’s brain for a little bit.
Although, I would not mind crossing rockets but Minmatar tradition dictates the abolishment of the price of salvagers. Which is why I do. I almost couldnt wear a shirt when I lost my asteroid belt. When that boomerang comes back, il make him pay for those taxes. I wish I didn't have to choose my cousin before the hood chose him. If life is multiple choice then there must be multiple answers.
He was born ten months premature, and widely referred to as a miracle beyond science. His parents decided to name him Blessing, and they gave thanks for their small Blessing. His father was always skeptical about his conception and never fully embraced the child as his own. He was the youngest of 12 children and his parents
I was standing in the grocery store trying to picture what it would be like to not have an imagination. I looked over to say something to my existentialist real estate agent, he sold real estate that were real as steak. I was distracted and my mind started to wander while I was keeping an open mind, and when I turned back around I had closed the lid. I turned to the real estate agent and said, “I lost my mind.” He asked me “where was the last place you put it?” I tried to think about it but I was coming up blank, because my mind was gone.
I tried to use my subconscious to figure out where my conscious mind was, but I ended up just getting very self-conscience because I could not longer distinguish between right and wrong since my conscious had taken my conscience with it. All of that would have confused me but I didn’t have a brain at the time to get confused.
Lucky for me I, when I was a child I had an irrational paranoia that the CIA had not put a computer chip in my brain and I was afraid to jog my memory for fear that it would run away. In order to calm my fears, my therapist put a tracking device in my head. Using a GPS I was able to find brain, a wind had caught my brain and I had to climb up on my roof and get my mind out of the gutter. After the reverse lobotomy I was back in my right mind. A mind is a terrible thing to waste, don’t let yours wander unless you are keeping a close eye on it. But, if you do lose your mind, take the opportunity to pick someone else’s brain for a little bit.
Although, I would not mind crossing rockets but Minmatar tradition dictates the abolishment of the price of salvagers. Which is why I do. I almost couldnt wear a shirt when I lost my asteroid belt. When that boomerang comes back, il make him pay for those taxes. I wish I didn't have to choose my cousin before the hood chose him. If life is multiple choice then there must be multiple answers.
He was born ten months premature, and widely referred to as a miracle beyond science. His parents decided to name him Blessing, and they gave thanks for their small Blessing. His father was always skeptical about his conception and never fully embraced the child as his own. He was the youngest of 12 children and his parents