5.00
- Kill
- 62
- +1 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 82
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 99%
- ISK distrutti
- 172.46B
- +148.95B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Bassa
- 0 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 62
- Perdite
- 82
- Indice di pericolo
- 98%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 56
ISK
- Distrutti
- 172.46B
- Persi
- 2.42B
- Bilancio
- +170.04B
- Efficienza ISK
- 99%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 2
- Quota perdite NPC
- 2%
- Attività
- Bassa
Danni inflitti105.6K
Rapporto danni · 53%
Danni subiti94.3K
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
alternative lyrics to Kei$ha's "Tik-Tok", this pardoy is "Mining-Op"
Mining-Op, Form it up, Orca Pilot put that advert up
To-night, gonna mine, till we see the sunlight
Mining Op, don't stop til the cargo hold fills up
uh-oh-ih-oh-oh
Now the lasers don't start til I warp in!
I'm talkin bout' ice we dont plan to melt
Strippin the entire belt
Trying to not piss off the,,,Eff-Cee...
Quit Frontin'
Why your Husband
Tryin to get his mits in my oven?
Daemon Ceed> Oh dear, oh dear. Someone stole the last scrap of aged, crusty, half eaten twinkie from your impoverished corp. The humanity! The horror! The children! What will come of the children?!?
In other news, I had a carne asada burrito this evening that has resulted in a severe case of flatulence that smells not too unlike burned party balloons. Discuss.
Mining-Op, Form it up, Orca Pilot put that advert up
To-night, gonna mine, till we see the sunlight
Mining Op, don't stop til the cargo hold fills up
uh-oh-ih-oh-oh
Now the lasers don't start til I warp in!
I'm talkin bout' ice we dont plan to melt
Strippin the entire belt
Trying to not piss off the,,,Eff-Cee...
Quit Frontin'
Why your Husband
Tryin to get his mits in my oven?
Daemon Ceed> Oh dear, oh dear. Someone stole the last scrap of aged, crusty, half eaten twinkie from your impoverished corp. The humanity! The horror! The children! What will come of the children?!?
In other news, I had a carne asada burrito this evening that has resulted in a severe case of flatulence that smells not too unlike burned party balloons. Discuss.