5.00
- Kill
- 207
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 29
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 97%
- ISK distrutti
- 103.15B
- +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
- 207
- Perdite
- 29
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 28
- Punti
- 207
ISK
- Distrutti
- 103.15B
- Persi
- 2.68B
- Bilancio
- +100.47B
- Efficienza ISK
- 97%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 2
- Percentuale solo
- 1%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti12.9M
Rapporto danni · 97%
Danni subiti350.4K
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
I can feel an uneasiness settling, making its home in the center of my being.
Writhing in eagerness and uneven desire, counterbalanced by potential rejection for this feeling I’m riddled with. Where is the good in all this?
Is this what living is? Swallowing remembrance? Turning a new leaf?
Among other euphemisms, for being stupid enough to forget.
Something that’s ridiculously easy to do.
A split mind, too blind to know what the other is doing. Nothing is accomplished in confusion.
One kills while the other cries.
Despair and hope side by side, waiting for one to rise and the other to fail.
Positivity is elastic, it can be stretched to fit over what you deem right.
It can be mistaken for a rush of energy, a thirst for life, a sense of achievement, an inebriated right.
All the while festering, brooding and decaying inside.
Writhing in eagerness and uneven desire, counterbalanced by potential rejection for this feeling I’m riddled with. Where is the good in all this?
Is this what living is? Swallowing remembrance? Turning a new leaf?
Among other euphemisms, for being stupid enough to forget.
Something that’s ridiculously easy to do.
A split mind, too blind to know what the other is doing. Nothing is accomplished in confusion.
One kills while the other cries.
Despair and hope side by side, waiting for one to rise and the other to fail.
Positivity is elastic, it can be stretched to fit over what you deem right.
It can be mistaken for a rush of energy, a thirst for life, a sense of achievement, an inebriated right.
All the while festering, brooding and decaying inside.