- Kill
- 95
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 33
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 14%
- ISK distrutti
- 1.22B
- +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
- 95
- Perdite
- 33
- Indice di pericolo
- 94%
- Colpi finali
- 40
- Punti
- 95
ISK
- Distrutti
- 1.22B
- Persi
- 7.53B
- Bilancio
- -6.31B
- Efficienza ISK
- 14%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 3
- Percentuale solo
- 3%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 2
- Quota perdite NPC
- 6%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti29.6K
Rapporto danni · 12%
Danni subiti226.7K
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
Free Isk!
Choose eve. Choose a path. Choose a career. Choose a corp. Choose a fuckiing big battleship, Choose hardeners, ammo, damage control, and electrical resists. Choose good armor, low shield and platinum insurance. Choose short range autocannon. Choose a starter agent. Choose your mates. Choose exotic dancers and matching pimps. Choose a faction cruiser on hire purchase in a range of fucking setups. Choose ORE and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing strip miner shows, stuffing fucking junk ore into your hold. Choose ratting away at the end of it all, fucking your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up rats you have spawned to replace them. Choose your future. Choose average . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose average: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.
Choose eve. Choose a path. Choose a career. Choose a corp. Choose a fuckiing big battleship, Choose hardeners, ammo, damage control, and electrical resists. Choose good armor, low shield and platinum insurance. Choose short range autocannon. Choose a starter agent. Choose your mates. Choose exotic dancers and matching pimps. Choose a faction cruiser on hire purchase in a range of fucking setups. Choose ORE and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing strip miner shows, stuffing fucking junk ore into your hold. Choose ratting away at the end of it all, fucking your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up rats you have spawned to replace them. Choose your future. Choose average . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose average: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.