- Kill
- 109
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 440
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 65%
- ISK distrutti
- 5.61B
- +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
- 109
- Perdite
- 440
- Indice di pericolo
- 98%
- Colpi finali
- 44
- Punti
- 109
ISK
- Distrutti
- 5.61B
- Persi
- 3.05B
- Bilancio
- +2.56B
- Efficienza ISK
- 65%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 7
- Percentuale solo
- 6%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 8
- Quota perdite NPC
- 2%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti146.0K
Rapporto danni · 14%
Danni subiti871.9K
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
Zylytz Og comes from a long and distinguished line of, erm, well, dirt-poor Brutor Tribe slave-gladiator pit-fighters. (Sooooooo, *cough*, yeah, um, perhaps not as distinguished as all that.)
For 14 generations his ancestors obscurely toiled away in Amarrian captivity, working (and bleeding, and dying) in the Amarrian Slave Pits, fighting for the amusement and entertainment of the slave-holding Amarrian nobility.
Until Freedom came! Woo!
After which, well, screw that "dying-in-a-pit-while-being-dirt-poor" Nonsense.
Now our protagonist Mr. Z is "dying-in-space-while-being-dirt-poor" Noice!
Moving up in the world! Erm, Worlds. Or Whatever.
And so then it was time to go to learn to fly Slasher !
Woo! Tackling Things!
Woo! Mooorree dying!
Eve-entually, it occurs to Z that, well, yeah, maybe, "dying-is-bad?"
So that now Z. Og flies Burst !
So that others don't die !
So that, at long last, his Spirit knows Peace. \o/
Zylytz Og was used to the (semi-) honorable one-on-one combat between mostly evenly-matched foes designed to generate fun entertaining aesthetically pleasing fights in the slave-fighting pits of the Amarrian Nobles.
Yeah, so, (semi-) honorable one-on-one combat between mostly evenly-matched foes is: basically the opposite of EVE PvP. But perhaps he'll adapt?
The Brutor Tribe Training Manual wryly states "Pilots from the Republic Military School's Center for Combat Studies are known for their creative approach to battle tactics."
Hm, well, maybe?
Our Mr. Z Og is pretty straight-forward tho:
Woo! . . . Charge! . . . Run straight in there and Tackle!
Woo! . . . Charge! . . . Run straight in there and Heal ppl!
For 14 generations his ancestors obscurely toiled away in Amarrian captivity, working (and bleeding, and dying) in the Amarrian Slave Pits, fighting for the amusement and entertainment of the slave-holding Amarrian nobility.
Until Freedom came! Woo!
After which, well, screw that "dying-in-a-pit-while-being-dirt-poor" Nonsense.
Now our protagonist Mr. Z is "dying-in-space-while-being-dirt-poor" Noice!
Moving up in the world! Erm, Worlds. Or Whatever.
And so then it was time to go to learn to fly Slasher !
Woo! Tackling Things!
Woo! Mooorree dying!
Eve-entually, it occurs to Z that, well, yeah, maybe, "dying-is-bad?"
So that now Z. Og flies Burst !
So that others don't die !
So that, at long last, his Spirit knows Peace. \o/
Zylytz Og was used to the (semi-) honorable one-on-one combat between mostly evenly-matched foes designed to generate fun entertaining aesthetically pleasing fights in the slave-fighting pits of the Amarrian Nobles.
Yeah, so, (semi-) honorable one-on-one combat between mostly evenly-matched foes is: basically the opposite of EVE PvP. But perhaps he'll adapt?
The Brutor Tribe Training Manual wryly states "Pilots from the Republic Military School's Center for Combat Studies are known for their creative approach to battle tactics."
Hm, well, maybe?
Our Mr. Z Og is pretty straight-forward tho:
Woo! . . . Charge! . . . Run straight in there and Tackle!
Woo! . . . Charge! . . . Run straight in there and Heal ppl!