0.00Pilota
Aellith
CaldariAchura
- Kill
- 55
- +41 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 4
- +4 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 59%
- ISK distrutti
- 20.15B
- +11.94B 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
- 55
- Perdite
- 4
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 7
- Punti
- 36
ISK
- Distrutti
- 20.15B
- Persi
- 13.75B
- Bilancio
- +6.41B
- Efficienza ISK
- 59%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Media
Danni inflitti15.5M
Rapporto danni · 80%
Danni subiti4.0M
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
All hail Bob: father, son, and magnificent bastard of wormholes.
Let us play in your garden so we can keep you entertained with our sacrifice.
Then for you we slaughter our enemies as ourselves, because only you find joy in all the wrecks that shall be on your intergalactic D-scan.
In your wisdom rests chaos, and in your heart rages war.
And forgive us our cursing as we forgive you the upwards deviation.
So lead us to glorious gudfites so we don't turn into lowsec bittervets.
In the end, we may call your garden our haven, our sanctuary, a place where the only logical answer even in the darkest of days was and always will be, 'this feature is working as intended'.
As you will be our master and our destroyer for all anoikis.
Please bless our doctrines, and may you keep us away from the endless class 4 chains, so we can always find eviction targets.
So when the weapons cool down and the wrecks have been salvaged, only one thought remains: praise be Bob.
Let us play in your garden so we can keep you entertained with our sacrifice.
Then for you we slaughter our enemies as ourselves, because only you find joy in all the wrecks that shall be on your intergalactic D-scan.
In your wisdom rests chaos, and in your heart rages war.
And forgive us our cursing as we forgive you the upwards deviation.
So lead us to glorious gudfites so we don't turn into lowsec bittervets.
In the end, we may call your garden our haven, our sanctuary, a place where the only logical answer even in the darkest of days was and always will be, 'this feature is working as intended'.
As you will be our master and our destroyer for all anoikis.
Please bless our doctrines, and may you keep us away from the endless class 4 chains, so we can always find eviction targets.
So when the weapons cool down and the wrecks have been salvaged, only one thought remains: praise be Bob.