2.70
- Kill
- 5
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 11
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 5%
- ISK distrutti
- 24.6M
- +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
- 5
- Perdite
- 11
- Indice di pericolo
- 36%
- Colpi finali
- 1
- Punti
- 5
ISK
- Distrutti
- 24.6M
- Persi
- 493.5M
- Bilancio
- -468.9M
- Efficienza ISK
- 5%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 1
- Percentuale solo
- 20%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 7
- Quota perdite NPC
- 64%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti3.9K
Rapporto danni · 1%
Danni subiti436.0K
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
Well I see that gallows altar, that circle 'round the Sun.
They're gonna hang me if I stay here, and shoot me if I run.
That jailer better watch his pride
or off my wrists these shackles slide.
Hear my restless fourty-five.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Goodnight my Anda-Lucia.
Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya.
And though you're heading slowly to some place I can't respect,
I'll keep you in my collection of regrets.
And down the highway, down the road, to infamy I'll ride.
I'll take my pardon on the run,
with a trail of death behind me and Deluvina at my side,
two silhouettes against the Sun.
Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
Raining hail, born to Fail.
Nobody come for to go my bail.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
They're gonna hang me if I stay here, and shoot me if I run.
That jailer better watch his pride
or off my wrists these shackles slide.
Hear my restless fourty-five.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Goodnight my Anda-Lucia.
Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya.
And though you're heading slowly to some place I can't respect,
I'll keep you in my collection of regrets.
And down the highway, down the road, to infamy I'll ride.
I'll take my pardon on the run,
with a trail of death behind me and Deluvina at my side,
two silhouettes against the Sun.
Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
Raining hail, born to Fail.
Nobody come for to go my bail.
Sun, don't you rise no more.