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Kill
52
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
Perdite
72
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
42%
Efficienza
Efficienza ISK 41%
ISK distrutti
2.43B
+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
52
Perdite
72
Indice di pericolo
100%
Colpi finali
29
Punti
52

ISK

Distrutti
2.43B
Persi
3.57B
Bilancio
-1.14B
Efficienza ISK
41%

Solo

Kill in solo
7
Percentuale solo
13%
Kill medie/giorno
—

Altro

Perdite contro NPC
0
Quota perdite NPC
0%
Attività
Inattivo
Danni inflitti100.8K
Rapporto danni · 18%
Danni subiti444.5K

Attività

Cosa vola, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite

NaviUltimi 90g
SistemiUltimi 90g
Ultime killKillboard
Ultime perditeKillboard

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 believe that non militia pilots that slide into capture points computers should have their screens change to a hypnotic pattern that puts them into a deep sleep and then their computer catch fire and burn down their house killing them and their entire family.


Zaporozhian Cossacks to the Turkish Sultan!

O sultan, Turkish devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight are thou, that canst not slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou shalt not, thou son of a whore, make subjects of Christian sons. We have no fear of your army; by land and by sea we will battle with thee. Fuck thy mother.

Thou Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, pig of Armenia, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow. Screw thine own mother!

So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding pigs for the Christians. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year with the Lord. The day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!