4.20
- Kill
- 417
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 21
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 95%
- ISK distrutti
- 28.21B
- +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
- 417
- Perdite
- 21
- Indice di pericolo
- 90%
- Colpi finali
- 147
- Punti
- 417
ISK
- Distrutti
- 28.21B
- Persi
- 1.51B
- Bilancio
- +26.70B
- Efficienza ISK
- 95%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 60
- Percentuale solo
- 14%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 2
- Quota perdite NPC
- 10%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti1.8M
Rapporto danni · 90%
Danni subiti191.5K
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
Anything that has a shape, will crumble away.
Anything in a flock will disband.
We are all like bees, alone in this world.
Buzzing and searching, with no place to rest.
So we offer this prayer.
Delusions are as various as the reflections of the moon on a rippling sea.
Beings so easily become caught in a net of confused pain.
May I develop compassion boundless as the sky,
So that all may rest in the clear light of their own awareness.
Do not be afraid;
You are dying.
And the four great elements of your body are collapsing one into the other.
It feels as if you are being crushed by mountains, tossed by waves, scorched and carried off by a strong wind.
This is the bardo of dying.
Do not resist this.
Do not be afraid.
Oh son of noble family, your time of death has arrived.
Now let your compassion be limitless as space.
Let your mind be at peace.
Rest in this - the vast empty luminosity of mind itself.
Anything in a flock will disband.
We are all like bees, alone in this world.
Buzzing and searching, with no place to rest.
So we offer this prayer.
Delusions are as various as the reflections of the moon on a rippling sea.
Beings so easily become caught in a net of confused pain.
May I develop compassion boundless as the sky,
So that all may rest in the clear light of their own awareness.
Do not be afraid;
You are dying.
And the four great elements of your body are collapsing one into the other.
It feels as if you are being crushed by mountains, tossed by waves, scorched and carried off by a strong wind.
This is the bardo of dying.
Do not resist this.
Do not be afraid.
Oh son of noble family, your time of death has arrived.
Now let your compassion be limitless as space.
Let your mind be at peace.
Rest in this - the vast empty luminosity of mind itself.