5.00Pilota
Spiderweb
CaldariDeteis
- Kill
- 544
- +3 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 175
- +10 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 97%
- ISK distrutti
- 515.69B
- +4.10B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Bassa
- 0 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 544
- Perdite
- 175
- Indice di pericolo
- 85%
- Colpi finali
- 44
- Punti
- 533
ISK
- Distrutti
- 515.69B
- Persi
- 18.11B
- Bilancio
- +497.58B
- Efficienza ISK
- 97%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 12
- Percentuale solo
- 2%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 26
- Quota perdite NPC
- 15%
- Attività
- Bassa
Danni inflitti55.3M
Rapporto danni · 95%
Danni subiti3.1M
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
My Backup Plan is just my original plan with more rum and explosions
Though you see me now, the mere ghost of a man,
I once had the heart of a lion.
Commanding my ship, between many a shore,
The ol' Jolly Roger a-flyin'.
Mine was a name that put fear into men,
And regret into plenty o' lasses.
Lo, how I wish I could take back those days,
As I stare at these empty beer glasses.
I think of the times past when I had it all,
I toyed with men's wives and their daughters.
And in my pursuit of this ill-gotten wealth,
I stabbed and I slashed and I slaughtered.
And for what? (HEY! )
The men that I've fought,
Are matched by the number of women I've bought.
And for what? (HEY! )
I've killed and I've shot,
And reddened the cold tears of children with blood.
And if I could go back and make my amends,
I'd make all those mistakes again.
And kill every last one of those bastards, my friend!
My ship was the last sight that many would see,
As we narrowed the gap with our quarry.
Sound of the cannons and splintering wood,
Did herald our pass into glory.
We seized all the bounty and scuppered the ship,
Our hearts hadn't time for no wounded.
I took my share and the crew got the rest,
And on into port we did bound it.
Life has many pleasures and we had our fill,
Of food and of wenches and beer.
When we tired of the port or had drunken it dry,
The time to set sail had come near.
I'vi have wondered the realms of luxury and glazed upon the fields of fucks and found them barren, so there will be no fucks given today, and there will be no fucks to give tomorrow...
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Though you see me now, the mere ghost of a man,
I once had the heart of a lion.
Commanding my ship, between many a shore,
The ol' Jolly Roger a-flyin'.
Mine was a name that put fear into men,
And regret into plenty o' lasses.
Lo, how I wish I could take back those days,
As I stare at these empty beer glasses.
I think of the times past when I had it all,
I toyed with men's wives and their daughters.
And in my pursuit of this ill-gotten wealth,
I stabbed and I slashed and I slaughtered.
And for what? (HEY! )
The men that I've fought,
Are matched by the number of women I've bought.
And for what? (HEY! )
I've killed and I've shot,
And reddened the cold tears of children with blood.
And if I could go back and make my amends,
I'd make all those mistakes again.
And kill every last one of those bastards, my friend!
My ship was the last sight that many would see,
As we narrowed the gap with our quarry.
Sound of the cannons and splintering wood,
Did herald our pass into glory.
We seized all the bounty and scuppered the ship,
Our hearts hadn't time for no wounded.
I took my share and the crew got the rest,
And on into port we did bound it.
Life has many pleasures and we had our fill,
Of food and of wenches and beer.
When we tired of the port or had drunken it dry,
The time to set sail had come near.
I'vi have wondered the realms of luxury and glazed upon the fields of fucks and found them barren, so there will be no fucks given today, and there will be no fucks to give tomorrow...
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