- Kill
- 3
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 37
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 5%
- ISK distrutti
- 371.9M
- +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
- 3
- Perdite
- 37
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 2
- Punti
- 3
ISK
- Distrutti
- 371.9M
- Persi
- 7.43B
- Bilancio
- -7.06B
- Efficienza ISK
- 5%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 1
- Percentuale solo
- 33%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti2.8K
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti1.3M
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
After Monday and Tuesday, even the calander on my desk says WTF
Outside of a dog, a book is mans best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read
The strength of twice three thousand horse that seek the single goal.
The line that holds the rending course, the hate that swings the whole.
The stripped hulls slinking through the gloom, at gaze and gone again.
The Brides of Death that wait the groom- The Choosers of the Slain!
The strength of twice three thousand horse that serve the one command.
The hand that heaves the headlong force, the hate that backs the hand.
The doombolt in the darkness freed, the mine that splits the main.
The white-hot wake, the 'wildering speed, The Choosers of the Slain!
Kipling
Outside of a dog, a book is mans best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read
The strength of twice three thousand horse that seek the single goal.
The line that holds the rending course, the hate that swings the whole.
The stripped hulls slinking through the gloom, at gaze and gone again.
The Brides of Death that wait the groom- The Choosers of the Slain!
The strength of twice three thousand horse that serve the one command.
The hand that heaves the headlong force, the hate that backs the hand.
The doombolt in the darkness freed, the mine that splits the main.
The white-hot wake, the 'wildering speed, The Choosers of the Slain!
Kipling