Pilota
Phobocaster
MinmatarSebiestor
- Kill
- 867
- +28 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 110
- +4 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 98%
- ISK distrutti
- 276.83B
- +2.30B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Media
- 0,3 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 867
- Perdite
- 110
- Indice di pericolo
- 99%
- Colpi finali
- 59
- Punti
- 863
ISK
- Distrutti
- 276.83B
- Persi
- 5.28B
- Bilancio
- +271.54B
- Efficienza ISK
- 98%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 40
- Percentuale solo
- 5%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 1
- Quota perdite NPC
- 1%
- Attività
- Media
Danni inflitti223.6K
Rapporto danni · 29%
Danni subiti551.5K
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
I breathed in the cool, pure air tasting the rich oxygen and nitrogen.
My eyes filled with tears.
The sun hovered behind the horizon like an orange fireball.
sunny
That was the latest buzzword.
It was talked about now with every breath and suddenly i knew what it really meant.
I stretched out my hand to feel the warmth to touch its face,
then the timer squealed and a voice roared in my ear:
"simulation room s23 your time is up. Please move to the fast decompression chamber."
Two hours later i was back at the helm of my ship the succubus leaving the
pleasure centers of the malay archipelago behind.
The nano fabric of my pilot's seat massaged my body as i accelerated on full dipole drive,
spearing into the black heart of the lifeless ocean like a nightmare, shattering a dream.
But the oceans were no longer as dead as they seemed.
Scientists brewed gene cocktails and chromosome soups without sanction.
Rebreeding every life form within range of their test tubes.
Mighty sharks dolphins even the greatest carnivores that ever lived,
primordial beasts that had terrorized the oceans 150 million years ago.
The scientists did what they pleased.
Including creating new branches of life where evolution refused to go.
They earned so many credits with their tinkering that even the most powerful
computers struggled to keep up with the total.
But behind the glittering facade of tungsten titanium and niobium,
the calcareous whole of human existence was crumbling.
The frequency of mass disasters increased dramatically.
Amok runners, psychotics, high-tech slave drivers, gene adulterators and slick techno dealers
prowled everywhere plunging habitats and dwellings into chaos.
My eyes filled with tears.
The sun hovered behind the horizon like an orange fireball.
sunny
That was the latest buzzword.
It was talked about now with every breath and suddenly i knew what it really meant.
I stretched out my hand to feel the warmth to touch its face,
then the timer squealed and a voice roared in my ear:
"simulation room s23 your time is up. Please move to the fast decompression chamber."
Two hours later i was back at the helm of my ship the succubus leaving the
pleasure centers of the malay archipelago behind.
The nano fabric of my pilot's seat massaged my body as i accelerated on full dipole drive,
spearing into the black heart of the lifeless ocean like a nightmare, shattering a dream.
But the oceans were no longer as dead as they seemed.
Scientists brewed gene cocktails and chromosome soups without sanction.
Rebreeding every life form within range of their test tubes.
Mighty sharks dolphins even the greatest carnivores that ever lived,
primordial beasts that had terrorized the oceans 150 million years ago.
The scientists did what they pleased.
Including creating new branches of life where evolution refused to go.
They earned so many credits with their tinkering that even the most powerful
computers struggled to keep up with the total.
But behind the glittering facade of tungsten titanium and niobium,
the calcareous whole of human existence was crumbling.
The frequency of mass disasters increased dramatically.
Amok runners, psychotics, high-tech slave drivers, gene adulterators and slick techno dealers
prowled everywhere plunging habitats and dwellings into chaos.