1.20
- Kill
- 483
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 80
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 95%
- ISK distrutti
- 374.65B
- +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
- 483
- Perdite
- 80
- Indice di pericolo
- 99%
- Colpi finali
- 12
- Punti
- 483
ISK
- Distrutti
- 374.65B
- Persi
- 18.22B
- Bilancio
- +356.42B
- Efficienza ISK
- 95%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 5
- Percentuale solo
- 1%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 1
- Quota perdite NPC
- 1%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti9.9M
Rapporto danni · 84%
Danni subiti1.9M
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
Being a fleet logi
When to broadcast for reps
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Hello Basi my old friend. I've come to sit in you again. Because a broadcast softly creeping. Never appeared while I was fleeting. And the splosion that was planted in my brain. Still remains. On this grid of silence.
On restless fleets I repped alone In systems far away from home. 'Neath the halo of entosis links I pulsed my prop mod while the FC sings When my eyes were stabbed by a flash of a dazzling light That split the night And touched this grid of silence.
And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand corpses maybe more Pilots talking but not broadcasting FC's hearing without listening People bitching shit that Logi never cared No one dared Disturb the grid of silence
"Fools" said I, "You do not know Learn to broadcast before you blow Hear my words that I might teach you Take my reps that I might reach you" But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed on this grid of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the Logi that they slayed And the repper gave out his warning In the words that he was forming And the chat said "The basics for you fleeting are written on the forum walls And training halls" And whispered on the grid of silence.
When to broadcast for reps
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Hello Basi my old friend. I've come to sit in you again. Because a broadcast softly creeping. Never appeared while I was fleeting. And the splosion that was planted in my brain. Still remains. On this grid of silence.
On restless fleets I repped alone In systems far away from home. 'Neath the halo of entosis links I pulsed my prop mod while the FC sings When my eyes were stabbed by a flash of a dazzling light That split the night And touched this grid of silence.
And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand corpses maybe more Pilots talking but not broadcasting FC's hearing without listening People bitching shit that Logi never cared No one dared Disturb the grid of silence
"Fools" said I, "You do not know Learn to broadcast before you blow Hear my words that I might teach you Take my reps that I might reach you" But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed on this grid of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the Logi that they slayed And the repper gave out his warning In the words that he was forming And the chat said "The basics for you fleeting are written on the forum walls And training halls" And whispered on the grid of silence.