3.20
- Kill
- 4
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 10
- +1 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 45%
- ISK distrutti
- 4.14B
- +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
- 4
- Perdite
- 10
- Indice di pericolo
- 80%
- Colpi finali
- 2
- Punti
- 6
ISK
- Distrutti
- 4.14B
- Persi
- 5.01B
- Bilancio
- -872.6M
- Efficienza ISK
- 45%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 1
- Percentuale solo
- 25%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 2
- Quota perdite NPC
- 20%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti601
Rapporto danni · 2%
Danni subiti32.1K
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
Choose a race. Choose a faction. Choose a career.
Choose a fucking big battleship, choose drones, webbers, scramblers and cap injectors.
Choose rich systems, low security, and ship insurance.
Choose megacyte filled haulers. Choose a clone. Choose your enemies.
Choose long range weapons and matching ammo.
Choose a rat infested belt with a range of fucking bounties.
Choose Jita and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday evening.
Choose sitting on that chair watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing mission spawns, stuffing fucking implants into your head.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable complex, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up noobs you recruited to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose EvE.
Choose a fucking big battleship, choose drones, webbers, scramblers and cap injectors.
Choose rich systems, low security, and ship insurance.
Choose megacyte filled haulers. Choose a clone. Choose your enemies.
Choose long range weapons and matching ammo.
Choose a rat infested belt with a range of fucking bounties.
Choose Jita and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday evening.
Choose sitting on that chair watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing mission spawns, stuffing fucking implants into your head.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable complex, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up noobs you recruited to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose EvE.