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Gallente Citizen Number1
GallenteIntaki
Corporazione[OSGSG] Omg Senpai is a Gallente Ship Girl Season 7Nessuna alleanza- Kill
- 385
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 767
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 100%
- ISK distrutti
- 544.72B
- +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
- 385
- Perdite
- 767
- Indice di pericolo
- 10%
- Colpi finali
- 48
- Punti
- 385
ISK
- Distrutti
- 544.72B
- Persi
- 2.16B
- Bilancio
- +542.56B
- Efficienza ISK
- 100%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 13
- Percentuale solo
- 3%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 692
- Quota perdite NPC
- 90%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti945.2K
Rapporto danni · 45%
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
What is meant here by saying that existence precedes essence? It means first of all, that the capsuleer exists, turns up, appears on the scene, and, only afterwards, defines themself. If man, as we conceive him, is indefinable, it is because at first he is nothing. Only afterward will he be something, and he himself will have made what he will be.
What then can be said of the bot-aspirant highsec miner - that strange sort of hermit who settles not in the hills or in some faraway cave, but in the heart of the city? What can we say of someone who, granted the mind and body of a god, in the company of immortals, chooses to return to the harvest? Within the most vibrant society New Eden has ever seen, they choose to remain in the company of rats and rocks - never, "turn(ing) up, appear(ing) on the scene."
We can't rightfully say anything about nothing, and we shouldn't waste our time trying.
No doubt this thought may seem harsh to someone who has not made a success of their life. But on the other hand, it helps people to understand that reality alone counts, and that dreams, expectations and hopes only serve to define a capsuleer as a broken dream, aborted hopes, and futile expectations.
For many have but one resource to sustain them in their misery, and that is to think,
“Circumstances have been against me. I admit I have never had a great love or a great friendship; but that is because I never met a man or a woman who were worthy of it; or if I have not written any very good books, it is because I had not the leisure to do so. There remains within me a wide range of abilities, inclinations and potentialities, unused but perfectly viable, which endow me with a worthiness that could never be inferred from the mere history of my actions.”
But in reality and for the existentialist, there is no love apart from the deeds of love; no potentiality of love other than that which is manifested in loving; there is no genius other than that which is expressed in works of art, and no might other than that which is shared through imposition of The CODE.
What then can be said of the bot-aspirant highsec miner - that strange sort of hermit who settles not in the hills or in some faraway cave, but in the heart of the city? What can we say of someone who, granted the mind and body of a god, in the company of immortals, chooses to return to the harvest? Within the most vibrant society New Eden has ever seen, they choose to remain in the company of rats and rocks - never, "turn(ing) up, appear(ing) on the scene."
We can't rightfully say anything about nothing, and we shouldn't waste our time trying.
No doubt this thought may seem harsh to someone who has not made a success of their life. But on the other hand, it helps people to understand that reality alone counts, and that dreams, expectations and hopes only serve to define a capsuleer as a broken dream, aborted hopes, and futile expectations.
For many have but one resource to sustain them in their misery, and that is to think,
“Circumstances have been against me. I admit I have never had a great love or a great friendship; but that is because I never met a man or a woman who were worthy of it; or if I have not written any very good books, it is because I had not the leisure to do so. There remains within me a wide range of abilities, inclinations and potentialities, unused but perfectly viable, which endow me with a worthiness that could never be inferred from the mere history of my actions.”
But in reality and for the existentialist, there is no love apart from the deeds of love; no potentiality of love other than that which is manifested in loving; there is no genius other than that which is expressed in works of art, and no might other than that which is shared through imposition of The CODE.