-10.00
- Kill
- 9777
- +724 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 613
- +5 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 99%
- ISK distrutti
- 9.00T
- +366.11B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Molto alta
- 8 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 9777
- Perdite
- 613
- Indice di pericolo
- 95%
- Colpi finali
- 1362
- Punti
- 8354
ISK
- Distrutti
- 9.00T
- Persi
- 104.45B
- Bilancio
- +8.90T
- Efficienza ISK
- 99%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 297
- Percentuale solo
- 3%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 28
- Quota perdite NPC
- 5%
- Attività
- Molto alta
Danni inflitti197.8M
Rapporto danni · 96%
Danni subiti9.0M
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
Tonight....You.
Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really.
At the age of 12 I received my first scribe.
At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Kill: Smkazer (Vargur)
[02:20:51] Smkaze > trash game
[02:21:24] Capt Handbanana > can i have your stuff?
[02:21:54] Smkaze > Hope this game will close down soon
Kill: Redeovg (Panther)
Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really.
At the age of 12 I received my first scribe.
At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Kill: Smkazer (Vargur)
[02:20:51] Smkaze > trash game
[02:21:24] Capt Handbanana > can i have your stuff?
[02:21:54] Smkaze > Hope this game will close down soon
Kill: Redeovg (Panther)