- Kill
- 221
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 38
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 98%
- ISK distrutti
- 40.06B
- +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
- 221
- Perdite
- 38
- Indice di pericolo
- 95%
- Colpi finali
- 36
- Punti
- 221
ISK
- Distrutti
- 40.06B
- Persi
- 1.01B
- Bilancio
- +39.05B
- Efficienza ISK
- 98%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 3
- Percentuale solo
- 1%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 2
- Quota perdite NPC
- 5%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti228.7K
Rapporto danni · 82%
Danni subiti49.6K
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
The Pod Kill
Certified Bombers Bar Cloaky Fag
It's like the wild west with space ships.
You find yourself some gold in them thar hills and start mining away.
Meanwhile.... Someone steals your horse while you are inside the mine.
You walk outside carrying sacks of gold to see your horse is gone.
Sad yet determined you begin walking to the nearest outpost.
Along the way you get ambushed by outlaws.
They steal your gold and then for laughs shoot out your kneecap...
As you are sitting by the side of the trail- bleeding, broken, and poor; a stranger walks by...
"Awww poor little guy...."
The stranger hands you a bandaid, a shot of whiskey and says that you need to toughen up.
Then he steals your hat.
Moral of the story:
Enjoy the whiskey.
Certified Bombers Bar Cloaky Fag
It's like the wild west with space ships.
You find yourself some gold in them thar hills and start mining away.
Meanwhile.... Someone steals your horse while you are inside the mine.
You walk outside carrying sacks of gold to see your horse is gone.
Sad yet determined you begin walking to the nearest outpost.
Along the way you get ambushed by outlaws.
They steal your gold and then for laughs shoot out your kneecap...
As you are sitting by the side of the trail- bleeding, broken, and poor; a stranger walks by...
"Awww poor little guy...."
The stranger hands you a bandaid, a shot of whiskey and says that you need to toughen up.
Then he steals your hat.
Moral of the story:
Enjoy the whiskey.