5.00Pilota
Fusion C
GallenteIntaki
- Kill
- 2028
- +5 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 212
- +3 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 100%
- ISK distrutti
- 4.43T
- +23.03B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Bassa
- 0,1 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 2028
- Perdite
- 212
- Indice di pericolo
- 87%
- Colpi finali
- 103
- Punti
- 1043
ISK
- Distrutti
- 4.43T
- Persi
- 18.47B
- Bilancio
- +4.41T
- Efficienza ISK
- 100%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 31
- Percentuale solo
- 2%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 27
- Quota perdite NPC
- 13%
- Attività
- Bassa
Danni inflitti4.9M
Rapporto danni · 70%
Danni subiti2.2M
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
THE KING OF WAYS
(Avid Horizon)
Two vast winged shapes guard a gate of something like resin, smooth but uneven. It is deep gant – the colour that remains when all other colours have been eaten. Ice crusts over the crack between its valves. Approach, and your breath freezes, falls tinkling in shards from the air. It would be utterly foolish to touch the thing.
A merciless wind blows from everywhere to everywhere. It passes without effort through your bridge-coat, your flesh, your lungs. The dock lies empty.
[A RECOMMENDATION. Past this point is mystery. Failbetter suggests that you do not give other players screenshots, content dumps, or any but the most enigmatic hints. Leave a little mystery in the world. We won't enforce this rule or sanction transgressions: it's up to you.]
(Avid Horizon)
Two vast winged shapes guard a gate of something like resin, smooth but uneven. It is deep gant – the colour that remains when all other colours have been eaten. Ice crusts over the crack between its valves. Approach, and your breath freezes, falls tinkling in shards from the air. It would be utterly foolish to touch the thing.
A merciless wind blows from everywhere to everywhere. It passes without effort through your bridge-coat, your flesh, your lungs. The dock lies empty.
[A RECOMMENDATION. Past this point is mystery. Failbetter suggests that you do not give other players screenshots, content dumps, or any but the most enigmatic hints. Leave a little mystery in the world. We won't enforce this rule or sanction transgressions: it's up to you.]