5.00
- Kill
- 675
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 202
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 75%
- ISK distrutti
- 76.89B
- +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
- 675
- Perdite
- 202
- Indice di pericolo
- 97%
- Colpi finali
- 47
- Punti
- 675
ISK
- Distrutti
- 76.89B
- Persi
- 25.11B
- Bilancio
- +51.79B
- Efficienza ISK
- 75%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 12
- Percentuale solo
- 2%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 7
- Quota perdite NPC
- 3%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti29.2M
Rapporto danni · 91%
Danni subiti2.8M
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
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Not here to destroy the game, Just your game. goons Build shuttles to supper caps
The Whaler - An Eve Documentary :Go WOKE GO BROKE, CCP DO YOU UNDERSTAND
Gank-Intel [GANKER LIST]
Terrance Popp, Turd Flinging Monkey, Sandman, Better Bachelor, Taylor the Fiend if you want to survive divorce rape and forth wave feminism and Salty Cracker, x22 for real news
Wake up or end up on the street
Dylan Thomas 1914-1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
To Friend and Foe its been an honor to know you, Thanks for the time https://youtu.be/w8KQmps-Sog?t=10
Not here to destroy the game, Just your game. goons Build shuttles to supper caps
The Whaler - An Eve Documentary :Go WOKE GO BROKE, CCP DO YOU UNDERSTAND
Gank-Intel [GANKER LIST]
Terrance Popp, Turd Flinging Monkey, Sandman, Better Bachelor, Taylor the Fiend if you want to survive divorce rape and forth wave feminism and Salty Cracker, x22 for real news
Wake up or end up on the street
Dylan Thomas 1914-1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
To Friend and Foe its been an honor to know you, Thanks for the time https://youtu.be/w8KQmps-Sog?t=10