0.10
- Kill
- 0
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 0
- +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
- 0
- Indice di pericolo
- 0%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 0
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 0
- Bilancio
- +0
- 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
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
Quote with slight changes...he he he
To the death
No To the Pain
I'll explain and I will use small words so I am sure you understand you wart hogged faced baphoon
To the pain is
The first thing you will loose is your feet below the ankles
Then your hands at the wrists
Next your nose
Then your tongue I suppose
The next thing will be your left eye then your right
Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why
So that every shriek of every child of seeing your hidiousness will be yours to charish
Every babe that weeps at your approach,
Every women that cries out
"Dear God what is that thing!"
will echo in your perfect ears
That is what the pain means
It means
I leave you in anguish wallowing in freakish missory forever
It is consievable you misserable vomitous mass that I may be bluffing
but then again
To the death
No To the Pain
I'll explain and I will use small words so I am sure you understand you wart hogged faced baphoon
To the pain is
The first thing you will loose is your feet below the ankles
Then your hands at the wrists
Next your nose
Then your tongue I suppose
The next thing will be your left eye then your right
Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why
So that every shriek of every child of seeing your hidiousness will be yours to charish
Every babe that weeps at your approach,
Every women that cries out
"Dear God what is that thing!"
will echo in your perfect ears
That is what the pain means
It means
I leave you in anguish wallowing in freakish missory forever
It is consievable you misserable vomitous mass that I may be bluffing
but then again