- Kill
- 1188
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 80
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 97%
- ISK distrutti
- 270.61B
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Inattivo
- 0 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 1188
- Perdite
- 80
- Indice di pericolo
- 74%
- Colpi finali
- 233
- Punti
- 1188
ISK
- Distrutti
- 270.61B
- Persi
- 7.76B
- Bilancio
- +262.84B
- Efficienza ISK
- 97%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 126
- Percentuale solo
- 11%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 21
- Quota perdite NPC
- 26%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti23.0M
Rapporto danni · 93%
Danni subiti1.6M
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
It was a dark and rainy night as the lonely Capsuleer slowly deliberated the imminent task of writing a shitty quasi-roleplay Bio. At the age of 42,184 years, Fatbear found himself closely approaching the age of Danno's mum. Running into the adversity of bad TS3 conversations, Friman's dog needing a shit and Nick smoking himself stupid it became almost impossible to consider constructing a written piece, especially in the third person.
Despite the overwhelming itch between his toes, Fatbear vowed to continue writing until he at least surpassed the 800 character mark. Six hundred and sixty seven to go... well, at the start of that sentence there was, now it's 763... 763... 764. Wiccan definitely uses too much sherbert though.
So with a heavy heart it became apparent that Distortion sat at a POS-bash for 40 minutes without a fitting that could actually shoot the POS. There was much anger, and a declaration of raging idiocy was made.
Fascias and Soffits
\m/
Despite the overwhelming itch between his toes, Fatbear vowed to continue writing until he at least surpassed the 800 character mark. Six hundred and sixty seven to go... well, at the start of that sentence there was, now it's 763... 763... 764. Wiccan definitely uses too much sherbert though.
So with a heavy heart it became apparent that Distortion sat at a POS-bash for 40 minutes without a fitting that could actually shoot the POS. There was much anger, and a declaration of raging idiocy was made.
Fascias and Soffits
\m/