- Kill
- 0
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 4
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 0%
- ISK distrutti
- 0
- +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
- 0
- Perdite
- 4
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 0
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 24.7M
- Bilancio
- -24.7M
- Efficienza ISK
- 0%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti0
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti5.6K
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
Mining. The final frontier for humankind. Beating the shit out of inanimate objects, and selling them for profit, it is 4:30 am, not the time to be typing a bio... but i am. Why? Because i can. I am running a kick ass corporation geared towards newer players. We are chill as shit... if we where allowed to smoke hookahs in space stations i would. That should be a fucking object in this game.
Sitting in a beutifull gallente lounge, with an elegant hookah and a chilled base, with one hose sticking out I take a puff. As the cool misted vapor recedes down my throat my heartbeat stops and my breath is held... I exhale, and the world around me resumes. The white cloud rises from my mouth as I stare at it as if it holds the wonders of the universe in it. The cloud of smoke disapears, as I simutaneously close my eyes. I fall asleep, at peace, knowing my corporation and the members in it are working as hard as I am, and are currently laying asleep safley in their hangers.
Sitting in a beutifull gallente lounge, with an elegant hookah and a chilled base, with one hose sticking out I take a puff. As the cool misted vapor recedes down my throat my heartbeat stops and my breath is held... I exhale, and the world around me resumes. The white cloud rises from my mouth as I stare at it as if it holds the wonders of the universe in it. The cloud of smoke disapears, as I simutaneously close my eyes. I fall asleep, at peace, knowing my corporation and the members in it are working as hard as I am, and are currently laying asleep safley in their hangers.