0.70
- Kill
- 158
- +158 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 63
- +52 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 96%
- ISK distrutti
- 30.69B
- +30.69B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Alta
- 1,8 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 158
- Perdite
- 63
- Indice di pericolo
- 94%
- Colpi finali
- 9
- Punti
- 33
ISK
- Distrutti
- 30.69B
- Persi
- 1.42B
- Bilancio
- +29.26B
- Efficienza ISK
- 96%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 9
- Percentuale solo
- 6%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 4
- Quota perdite NPC
- 6%
- Attività
- Alta
Danni inflitti22.9K
Rapporto danni · 8%
Danni subiti277.8K
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
Damien has recently visited the system of Amamake and
improvised music to lament the loss that war
brings, broadcasted via FTL antennae at entangled fiber:
www.twitch.tv/damienthebard
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy—
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find.
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.
improvised music to lament the loss that war
brings, broadcasted via FTL antennae at entangled fiber:
www.twitch.tv/damienthebard
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy—
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find.
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.