-1.70
- Kill
- 1636
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 185
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 99%
- ISK distrutti
- 1.19T
- +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
- 1636
- Perdite
- 185
- Indice di pericolo
- 85%
- Colpi finali
- 258
- Punti
- 1636
ISK
- Distrutti
- 1.19T
- Persi
- 13.59B
- Bilancio
- +1.17T
- Efficienza ISK
- 99%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 109
- Percentuale solo
- 7%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 27
- Quota perdite NPC
- 15%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti22.2M
Rapporto danni · 92%
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
To all potential recruits:
http://i.imgur.com/Dg8fAly.png
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AG-KFbY9UC8&feature=youtu.be
Memorable Quotes:
I'm a car salesman fucker not a dirty hipster
- Gregor Bukandara
Why does facebook make me hate my friends? All your memes, and lame jokes, and unsubstantiated articles, selfies, duck faces, pictures of your kids, play this game, like this page... Fuck all of you.
- Gregor Bukandara
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
-Lord Byron
http://i.imgur.com/Dg8fAly.png
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AG-KFbY9UC8&feature=youtu.be
Memorable Quotes:
I'm a car salesman fucker not a dirty hipster
- Gregor Bukandara
Why does facebook make me hate my friends? All your memes, and lame jokes, and unsubstantiated articles, selfies, duck faces, pictures of your kids, play this game, like this page... Fuck all of you.
- Gregor Bukandara
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
-Lord Byron