3.30
- Kill
- 2917
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 331
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 97%
- ISK distrutti
- 1.37T
- +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
- 2917
- Perdite
- 331
- Indice di pericolo
- 81%
- Colpi finali
- 267
- Punti
- 2618
ISK
- Distrutti
- 1.37T
- Persi
- 36.60B
- Bilancio
- +1.33T
- Efficienza ISK
- 97%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 16
- Percentuale solo
- 1%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 62
- Quota perdite NPC
- 19%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti9.1M
Rapporto danni · 68%
Danni subiti4.2M
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
Open EVE launcher -> press CTRL+F -> enter :htfu -> Select Rebel Radio -> enjoy your EVE Online Jukebox
SF Spectre Fleet
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For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven’t forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood. We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival. Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game — none of them lasts forever. It is beyond our powers to predict the future. Catastrophic events have a way of sneaking up on us, of catching us unaware. Your own life, or your band’s, or even your species’ might be owed to a restless few — drawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands and new worlds.
Herman Melville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians: “I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas…”
Maybe it’s a little early. Maybe the time is not quite yet. But those other worlds — promising untold opportunities — beckon.
Silently, they orbit the Sun, waiting.
Carl Sagan
SF Spectre Fleet
Unaligned NPSI
NPSI community gateway
New Player? get your 1 mio sp for free:
https://www.eveonline.com/signup?invc=ea758e81-2fd6-48e6-843e-30f19f1a97a1
For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven’t forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood. We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival. Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game — none of them lasts forever. It is beyond our powers to predict the future. Catastrophic events have a way of sneaking up on us, of catching us unaware. Your own life, or your band’s, or even your species’ might be owed to a restless few — drawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands and new worlds.
Herman Melville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians: “I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas…”
Maybe it’s a little early. Maybe the time is not quite yet. But those other worlds — promising untold opportunities — beckon.
Silently, they orbit the Sun, waiting.
Carl Sagan