- Kill
- 197
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 21
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 92%
- ISK distrutti
- 34.45B
- +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
- 197
- Perdite
- 21
- Indice di pericolo
- 95%
- Colpi finali
- 30
- Punti
- 197
ISK
- Distrutti
- 34.45B
- Persi
- 2.98B
- Bilancio
- +31.47B
- Efficienza ISK
- 92%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 7
- Percentuale solo
- 4%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 1
- Quota perdite NPC
- 5%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti2.5M
Rapporto danni · 82%
Danni subiti535.3K
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
When you lying alone in your Afghan bivvy
And your life it depends on some MOD civvie
When your body armour's shard (1 set between 3)
And the firefight's not like it is on TV
Then you'll look to your opp, your gun and your god
As you follow the path all Tommies have trod.
When the Gimpy has hammed and you're down to one round
And the faith you'd lost is suddenly found
When the Taliban horde is up to the fort
And you pray the arty don't drop a round short
Stick to your sergeant like a good squaddie should
And fight them like Satan or one of his brood.
Just like your forebears in mud. dust and ditch
You'll march and you'll fight, and you'll drink and you'll bitch
Whether Froggy or Zulu, or Jerry, or Boer
The brits will fight 'til the battle is over
You may treat him like dirt, but nowt will unnerve him
But i wonder, sometimes, if the country deserves him.
And your life it depends on some MOD civvie
When your body armour's shard (1 set between 3)
And the firefight's not like it is on TV
Then you'll look to your opp, your gun and your god
As you follow the path all Tommies have trod.
When the Gimpy has hammed and you're down to one round
And the faith you'd lost is suddenly found
When the Taliban horde is up to the fort
And you pray the arty don't drop a round short
Stick to your sergeant like a good squaddie should
And fight them like Satan or one of his brood.
Just like your forebears in mud. dust and ditch
You'll march and you'll fight, and you'll drink and you'll bitch
Whether Froggy or Zulu, or Jerry, or Boer
The brits will fight 'til the battle is over
You may treat him like dirt, but nowt will unnerve him
But i wonder, sometimes, if the country deserves him.