0.00
- Kill
- 0
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 2
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 0%
- ISK distrutti
- 0
- +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
- 0
- Perdite
- 2
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 0
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 339.3M
- Bilancio
- -339.3M
- Efficienza ISK
- 0%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti0
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti2.8K
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
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy, --
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue --
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of EVE;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Friedrich's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Antigone by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the parrots of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
- Adapted from Julius Caesar, Act III Scene I
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy, --
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue --
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of EVE;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Friedrich's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Antigone by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the parrots of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
- Adapted from Julius Caesar, Act III Scene I