5.00
- Kill
- 89
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 18
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 71%
- ISK distrutti
- 19.34B
- +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
- 89
- Perdite
- 18
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 12
- Punti
- 89
ISK
- Distrutti
- 19.34B
- Persi
- 8.02B
- Bilancio
- +11.32B
- Efficienza ISK
- 71%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti449.0K
Rapporto danni · 69%
Danni subiti204.8K
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
I remember when I was little, i was in my new home station coming back from classess, it was my first day there. I remember the lights flashing, the sounds of alarms echoing through the entire station. I remember running through the halls, paniced, lost, and confused. I didn't know, i was to young, too young for it to be real.
The station shook, the air smelled so thick with the dead static of energy rifles. I didn't know where I was, I remember climbing into that cargo pod, hoping the men wouldn't find me.
I remember feeling the eject thrusters fire me into space, amongst the dust and debris. there in that pod, sobbing, calling out, screaming out into the sound consuming blackness, with not even enough room for my voice to echo.
Thats all I remember, every night,... everytime I climb back into my pod,,... every time I see the amarr.
The station shook, the air smelled so thick with the dead static of energy rifles. I didn't know where I was, I remember climbing into that cargo pod, hoping the men wouldn't find me.
I remember feeling the eject thrusters fire me into space, amongst the dust and debris. there in that pod, sobbing, calling out, screaming out into the sound consuming blackness, with not even enough room for my voice to echo.
Thats all I remember, every night,... everytime I climb back into my pod,,... every time I see the amarr.