-0.40Pilota
God's Schizo
CaldariCivire
- Kill
- 152
- +44 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 26
- +14 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 100%
- ISK distrutti
- 185.05B
- +36.58B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Media
- 0,5 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 152
- Perdite
- 26
- Indice di pericolo
- 77%
- Colpi finali
- 17
- Punti
- 33
ISK
- Distrutti
- 185.05B
- Persi
- 129.7M
- Bilancio
- +184.92B
- Efficienza ISK
- 100%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 5
- Percentuale solo
- 3%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 6
- Quota perdite NPC
- 23%
- Attività
- Media
Danni inflitti3.7M
Rapporto danni · 99%
Danni subiti42.6K
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
Ignore me all you want, I'll talk to myself, I'm insane.
I heard there's a guy who lives in my blood called michael plastics and hes going to kill everyone?
if god sits upon a throne what kind of throne, you'd think with the arm rest things but god doesnt get tried so it wouldnt be that type of throne so until then im just gonna head canon he sits in a folding chair judging us humans
The skin that was cut and pasted, the bruisеs seen when I was ripped open
La-la, la-la-la-la, my ribs float, as if thеy're laughing
The void that I held tight, because I had cried
La-la, la-la-la-la, on the wall of grief
Painted by Pablo Picasso
In drunkest day, till i black out at night, no liquor shall escape my sight, let those who worship the pedestrain's rights, beware my tires and the headlights
I heard there's a guy who lives in my blood called michael plastics and hes going to kill everyone?
if god sits upon a throne what kind of throne, you'd think with the arm rest things but god doesnt get tried so it wouldnt be that type of throne so until then im just gonna head canon he sits in a folding chair judging us humans
The skin that was cut and pasted, the bruisеs seen when I was ripped open
La-la, la-la-la-la, my ribs float, as if thеy're laughing
The void that I held tight, because I had cried
La-la, la-la-la-la, on the wall of grief
Painted by Pablo Picasso
In drunkest day, till i black out at night, no liquor shall escape my sight, let those who worship the pedestrain's rights, beware my tires and the headlights