5.00Pilota
Superskinny1
GallenteGallente
- Kill
- 2172
- +247 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 558
- +23 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 97%
- ISK distrutti
- 4.47T
- +62.09B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Molto alta
- 2,7 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 2172
- Perdite
- 558
- Indice di pericolo
- 95%
- Colpi finali
- 379
- Punti
- 1832
ISK
- Distrutti
- 4.47T
- Persi
- 139.11B
- Bilancio
- +4.33T
- Efficienza ISK
- 97%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 151
- Percentuale solo
- 7%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 28
- Quota perdite NPC
- 5%
- Attività
- Molto alta
Danni inflitti15.0M
Rapporto danni · 51%
Danni subiti14.4M
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
We live continually in a reverie of the future. We have no faith in human perfectibility. We think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active — not more happy — nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago. The result will never vary — and to suppose that it will, is to suppose that the foregone man has lived in vain — that the foregone time is but the rudiment of the future — that the myriads who have perished have not been upon equal footing with ourselves — nor are we with our posterity. We cannot agree to lose sight of man the individual, in man the mass.
We have been too deeply conscious of the mutability and evanescence of temporal things, to give any continuous effort to anything — to be consistent in anything. Our life has been whim — impulse — passion — a longing for solitude — a scorn of all things present, in an earnest desire for the future.
We have been too deeply conscious of the mutability and evanescence of temporal things, to give any continuous effort to anything — to be consistent in anything. Our life has been whim — impulse — passion — a longing for solitude — a scorn of all things present, in an earnest desire for the future.