- Kill
- 772
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 70
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 99%
- ISK distrutti
- 293.09B
- +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
- 772
- Perdite
- 70
- Indice di pericolo
- 90%
- Colpi finali
- 46
- Punti
- 772
ISK
- Distrutti
- 293.09B
- Persi
- 2.60B
- Bilancio
- +290.49B
- Efficienza ISK
- 99%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 15
- Percentuale solo
- 2%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 7
- Quota perdite NPC
- 10%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti2.0M
Rapporto danni · 83%
Danni subiti419.5K
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
Back when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark (fucking faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen with Bacardi Dark
And when it, kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the, sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be, sick then and you'll probably barf
And my pre-diction is you're gon' probably fall
Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall
And every-thing's spinnin', you're beginnin' to think women
Are swimmin' in pink linen again in the sink
Then in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guinness is finished
You are now allowed to officially slap bitches
You have the right to remain violent and start wilin'
Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyein' you
Get in your car, start it, and start drivin'
Over the island and cause a 42 car pile-up
(Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Looking for life on this planet sir, no sign of it
All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me outta th
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen with Bacardi Dark
And when it, kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the, sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be, sick then and you'll probably barf
And my pre-diction is you're gon' probably fall
Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall
And every-thing's spinnin', you're beginnin' to think women
Are swimmin' in pink linen again in the sink
Then in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guinness is finished
You are now allowed to officially slap bitches
You have the right to remain violent and start wilin'
Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyein' you
Get in your car, start it, and start drivin'
Over the island and cause a 42 car pile-up
(Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Looking for life on this planet sir, no sign of it
All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me outta th