1.90
- Kill
- 28
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 9
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 82%
- ISK distrutti
- 4.86B
- +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
- 28
- Perdite
- 9
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 14
- Punti
- 28
ISK
- Distrutti
- 4.86B
- Persi
- 1.09B
- Bilancio
- +3.77B
- Efficienza ISK
- 82%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 6
- Percentuale solo
- 21%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti578.8K
Rapporto danni · 84%
Danni subiti110.5K
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
Hi, i'm watson! I just heard an amazing story! (derp...)
A guy runs up to a counter in a candy store and says: "Hi mister can u take me to the toilet somewhere?" The man behind the counter replies by saying: "Well boy, you're old enough to do it yourself, so go do it yourself and leave me the heck alone, i'm to old for this shit. You know back in the days when the animals still could talk and the bombs were made by slaves, the ocean made of beer and the floor bedding made out of candy. The skies yellow cause people wouldn't stop farting and the smoke that came from houses were red from burning bodies. The streets darkred from the blood of their children and little pieces laying around called testicales? Those were the days boy, you could just go shit on the floor and nobody there to do anything about it, now that's life so go and do your job, leave me alone." Oke ol'man as he shits on the floor and runs out very happy.
"Come back here you little brat! That was my spot!"
A guy runs up to a counter in a candy store and says: "Hi mister can u take me to the toilet somewhere?" The man behind the counter replies by saying: "Well boy, you're old enough to do it yourself, so go do it yourself and leave me the heck alone, i'm to old for this shit. You know back in the days when the animals still could talk and the bombs were made by slaves, the ocean made of beer and the floor bedding made out of candy. The skies yellow cause people wouldn't stop farting and the smoke that came from houses were red from burning bodies. The streets darkred from the blood of their children and little pieces laying around called testicales? Those were the days boy, you could just go shit on the floor and nobody there to do anything about it, now that's life so go and do your job, leave me alone." Oke ol'man as he shits on the floor and runs out very happy.
"Come back here you little brat! That was my spot!"