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Solumon Caar0.70
Pilota

Solumon Caar

MinmatarSebiestor
Killboard
Kill
928
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
Perdite
156
+0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
86%
Efficienza
Efficienza ISK 95%
ISK distrutti
181.95B
+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
928
Perdite
156
Indice di pericolo
93%
Colpi finali
176
Punti
928

ISK

Distrutti
181.95B
Persi
9.06B
Bilancio
+172.89B
Efficienza ISK
95%

Solo

Kill in solo
49
Percentuale solo
5%
Kill medie/giorno
—

Altro

Perdite contro NPC
11
Quota perdite NPC
7%
Attività
Inattivo
Danni inflitti6.3M
Rapporto danni · 89%
Danni subiti776.8K

Attività

Cosa vola, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite

NaviUltimi 90g
SistemiUltimi 90g
Ultime killKillboard
Ultime perditeKillboard

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

“The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him” - Fyodor Dostoevsky

"It's hard work playing poker. Don't let anyone tell you different. Think about what it's like sitting at a poker table with people whose only goal is to cut your throat, take your money, and leave you out back talking to yourself about what went wrong inside. That probably sounds harsh. But that's the way it is at the poker table. If you don't believe me, then you're the lamb that's going off to the slaughter." - Stu Unger

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that!
Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there-that's disgrace.
The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts;
It's how did you fight-and why?

And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry,
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only how did you die?
- Edmund Vance Cooke