-2.80
- Kill
- 776
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 269
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 26%
- ISK distrutti
- 101.52B
- +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
- 776
- Perdite
- 269
- Indice di pericolo
- 98%
- Colpi finali
- 328
- Punti
- 773
ISK
- Distrutti
- 101.52B
- Persi
- 283.82B
- Bilancio
- -182.29B
- Efficienza ISK
- 26%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 156
- Percentuale solo
- 20%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 6
- Quota perdite NPC
- 2%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti3.7M
Rapporto danni · 15%
Danni subiti21.1M
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
ADAPT OR DIE, DIE IS OUR SOLUTION!
In the cold dark of New Eden, most pilots cling to their ISK like it's their last breath. They fear the flash of a cyno; they tremble at the overheat. They have forgotten the ultimate truth: DYING IS THE SOLUTION.
I don't just accept the wreck—I crave it. Every hull I sacrifice is a gift to the capsuleer economy and a testament to the fact that I am living, while you are merely docking.
Gank me, spank me, make me explode... I love it! A Red Killboard is the only honest diary in the cluster. We explode so the markets may thrive!
POST-WRECKAGE CARE INSTRUCTIONS:
If you are reading this, you have likely just turned my ship into a cloud of expanding plasma. Congratulations! While you loot the modules, you may find a shivering Pug or a pulsing Fedo in the wreckage. Please observe the following:
Do Not Panic: The Fedo’s scent is not "rotten meat," it is the smell of victory.
Feeding: Pugs require treats; Fedos require your ship's organic waste. If you run out of waste, the Fedo will begin eating your seat cushions. Let it.
Socialization: Do not separate the Pug and the Fedo. They have formed a collective consciousness based on heavy breathing and skin folds.
Disposal: If they become too much for you, please eject them near a busy trade hub. They enjoy the view of the traffic. (at least the Pug will)
In the cold dark of New Eden, most pilots cling to their ISK like it's their last breath. They fear the flash of a cyno; they tremble at the overheat. They have forgotten the ultimate truth: DYING IS THE SOLUTION.
I don't just accept the wreck—I crave it. Every hull I sacrifice is a gift to the capsuleer economy and a testament to the fact that I am living, while you are merely docking.
Gank me, spank me, make me explode... I love it! A Red Killboard is the only honest diary in the cluster. We explode so the markets may thrive!
POST-WRECKAGE CARE INSTRUCTIONS:
If you are reading this, you have likely just turned my ship into a cloud of expanding plasma. Congratulations! While you loot the modules, you may find a shivering Pug or a pulsing Fedo in the wreckage. Please observe the following:
Do Not Panic: The Fedo’s scent is not "rotten meat," it is the smell of victory.
Feeding: Pugs require treats; Fedos require your ship's organic waste. If you run out of waste, the Fedo will begin eating your seat cushions. Let it.
Socialization: Do not separate the Pug and the Fedo. They have formed a collective consciousness based on heavy breathing and skin folds.
Disposal: If they become too much for you, please eject them near a busy trade hub. They enjoy the view of the traffic. (at least the Pug will)