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Kill
469
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
Perdite
22
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
96%
Efficienza
Efficienza ISK 92%
ISK distrutti
58.80B
+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
469
Perdite
22
Indice di pericolo
82%
Colpi finali
377
Punti
466

ISK

Distrutti
58.80B
Persi
5.03B
Bilancio
+53.77B
Efficienza ISK
92%

Solo

Kill in solo
290
Percentuale solo
62%
Kill medie/giorno
—

Altro

Perdite contro NPC
4
Quota perdite NPC
18%
Attività
Inattivo
Danni inflitti4.7M
Rapporto danni · 95%
Danni subiti268.2K

Attività

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Ultimi 90g
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Bio in gioco

Been around the World. Universe too. ツ

They call me Gattsume. Most don’t say it with kindness. I’ve been a soldier, a teacher, a drifter, a ghost. If you're looking for heroics—go read a comic. This story is about ruin. About the things you bury so deep, they hum beneath your skin.

I come from a place where winter doesn’t forgive, and people don’t either. I worked in kitchens—burning my hands while feeding mouths that never thanked me. I trained the next generation to lead, but no one ever taught me how to stop running.

When Ukraine caught fire, I didn’t think—I just went. Not for politics. Not for medals. Just to bleed with purpose. For nearly two years, I fought beside men whose names I’ve forgotten but whose screams I remember. A blast took a chunk out of my leg. It left the rest of me in pieces no surgeon could fix.

Coming home? There’s no such thing. People talk like they understand. They don’t. They never will. The world was cleaner without me in it—so I stepped back into the wind.

That’s when I returned to EVE. Cold, vast, unforgiving—finally, something honest. Out here, I am Gattsume the Cossack. I raid what I want, burn what I can’t carry, and answer to no one. I am keeping the fire going… just under different stars.

I’m not here to be admired. I’m not here to be understood. I’m still limping, still logging in, still teaching the few who know how to listen. Everything else? Noise.

I don’t believe in redemption. I believe in memory.
And mine’s sharp.

My name is Gattsume.
I didn’t come back whole.
I came back mean.

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