4.40
- Kill
- 28
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 32
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 97%
- ISK distrutti
- 138.97B
- +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
- 28
- Perdite
- 32
- Indice di pericolo
- 97%
- Colpi finali
- 5
- Punti
- 28
ISK
- Distrutti
- 138.97B
- Persi
- 4.76B
- Bilancio
- +134.21B
- Efficienza ISK
- 97%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 2
- Percentuale solo
- 7%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 1
- Quota perdite NPC
- 3%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti314.3K
Rapporto danni · 69%
Danni subiti141.4K
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
He was just a rookie pilot and he surely shook with fright,
He checked off his equipment and made sure his fit was right;
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
"You ain't gonna fly no more!"
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
he ain't gonna fly no more!
"Is everybody happy?" cried the FC on the comms,
Our Hero meekly answered "Yes," before his warp was gone;
He dropped into the icy black, and he was insta-locked,
And he ain't gonna fly no more.
He counted long, he counted loud, but they wouldn’t let him dock,
He felt the torps, he felt the rails, he felt his shields drop;
His armor quickly melted and his hull soon followed suit,
He checked off his equipment and made sure his fit was right;
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
"You ain't gonna fly no more!"
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
he ain't gonna fly no more!
"Is everybody happy?" cried the FC on the comms,
Our Hero meekly answered "Yes," before his warp was gone;
He dropped into the icy black, and he was insta-locked,
And he ain't gonna fly no more.
He counted long, he counted loud, but they wouldn’t let him dock,
He felt the torps, he felt the rails, he felt his shields drop;
His armor quickly melted and his hull soon followed suit,