4.20
- Kill
- 12
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 7
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 38%
- ISK distrutti
- 748.2M
- +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
- 12
- Perdite
- 7
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 3
- Punti
- 12
ISK
- Distrutti
- 748.2M
- Persi
- 1.24B
- Bilancio
- -489.5M
- Efficienza ISK
- 38%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 2
- Percentuale solo
- 17%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti37.9K
Rapporto danni · 40%
Danni subiti57.2K
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
Capusleer's Log, Supplemental:
I went to a whorehouse in Jita with Osiris Daemon. You should remember that O.D. was a tough BlitzBall back that helped the Scrappers win all those championships in the seventies. This was AFTER he caught fifteen pounds of shrapnel with his ass. Real tough sonuvabitch, O.D.
One summer the original OD-B decided to head back to Jita Central for some R-n-R, and when I caught wind of his plans, I knew I had to go along. I needed to get away; things with the first wife had gone to hell in a hand basket and I had nothing but time after blowing my knee out. I think Osiris was just looking to score one last scoop of ‘tang, and I thought I could benefit from a taste of some myself. So there we were, a couple of old warbirds taking a shortcut through the backalleys of Jita, on a special quest to quench the oldest of mankind’s thirsts.
I went to a whorehouse in Jita with Osiris Daemon. You should remember that O.D. was a tough BlitzBall back that helped the Scrappers win all those championships in the seventies. This was AFTER he caught fifteen pounds of shrapnel with his ass. Real tough sonuvabitch, O.D.
One summer the original OD-B decided to head back to Jita Central for some R-n-R, and when I caught wind of his plans, I knew I had to go along. I needed to get away; things with the first wife had gone to hell in a hand basket and I had nothing but time after blowing my knee out. I think Osiris was just looking to score one last scoop of ‘tang, and I thought I could benefit from a taste of some myself. So there we were, a couple of old warbirds taking a shortcut through the backalleys of Jita, on a special quest to quench the oldest of mankind’s thirsts.