0.00
- Kill
- 3
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 3
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 5%
- ISK distrutti
- 775K
- +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
- 3
- Perdite
- 3
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 2
- Punti
- 3
ISK
- Distrutti
- 775K
- Persi
- 16.4M
- Bilancio
- -15.7M
- Efficienza ISK
- 5%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti798
Rapporto danni · 12%
Danni subiti6.1K
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
Saint Unaware
To lie such fine a being upon the table of degradation
Like an offering to Lost souls
Leaves me wrought with ill will towards such ilk
That would be proponent of such a crime
To treat such fine a vessel as temporary
A disposable store for vile waste
Can they not see Her visage?
She is worth more than can be plundered
In the contours of her womb
Not a fair trade
Ignorance, Ignorance, Ignorance
My parents, the ignoramus
Blinded by their religion
To the effect of love’s
Termination.
I cannot relate to fools
So insidious as to sever
Bloods tie with their
Son.
And for what?
A God that exists only
By mans insistence
Whose eyes never seen,
Ears never heard,
Nose never smelt
Tongue never tasted,
And hand never touched.
They would murder our tie
For a being who only exists in ink.
Both written by me, D.R.G. <a href
To lie such fine a being upon the table of degradation
Like an offering to Lost souls
Leaves me wrought with ill will towards such ilk
That would be proponent of such a crime
To treat such fine a vessel as temporary
A disposable store for vile waste
Can they not see Her visage?
She is worth more than can be plundered
In the contours of her womb
Not a fair trade
Ignorance, Ignorance, Ignorance
My parents, the ignoramus
Blinded by their religion
To the effect of love’s
Termination.
I cannot relate to fools
So insidious as to sever
Bloods tie with their
Son.
And for what?
A God that exists only
By mans insistence
Whose eyes never seen,
Ears never heard,
Nose never smelt
Tongue never tasted,
And hand never touched.
They would murder our tie
For a being who only exists in ink.
Both written by me, D.R.G. <a href