- Kill
- 2673
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 126
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 97%
- ISK distrutti
- 1.46T
- +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
- 2673
- Perdite
- 126
- Indice di pericolo
- 98%
- Colpi finali
- 333
- Punti
- 2673
ISK
- Distrutti
- 1.46T
- Persi
- 38.83B
- Bilancio
- +1.42T
- Efficienza ISK
- 97%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 40
- Percentuale solo
- 1%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 3
- Quota perdite NPC
- 2%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti19.5M
Rapporto danni · 75%
Danni subiti6.4M
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
Charlie Bean's Journal:
Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This Verse is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.
The Belts are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.:
The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save Us!"...:
...and I'll look down, and whisper, "No".:
You see, Doctor, God didn't kill that little girl. Fate didn't butcher her and destiny didn't feed her to those dogs. If God saw what any of us did that night he didn't seem to mind. From then on I knew... God doesn't make the world this way.
We do
Get Ready to Pay the Boat Man Motherfucker!
Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This Verse is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.
The Belts are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.:
The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save Us!"...:
...and I'll look down, and whisper, "No".:
You see, Doctor, God didn't kill that little girl. Fate didn't butcher her and destiny didn't feed her to those dogs. If God saw what any of us did that night he didn't seem to mind. From then on I knew... God doesn't make the world this way.
We do
Get Ready to Pay the Boat Man Motherfucker!