- Kill
- 1093
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 214
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 90%
- ISK distrutti
- 80.10B
- +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
- 1093
- Perdite
- 214
- Indice di pericolo
- 98%
- Colpi finali
- 806
- Punti
- 1214
ISK
- Distrutti
- 80.10B
- Persi
- 9.17B
- Bilancio
- +70.93B
- Efficienza ISK
- 90%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 510
- Percentuale solo
- 47%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 5
- Quota perdite NPC
- 2%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti2.9M
Rapporto danni · 78%
Danni subiti815.8K
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
PewPew Nerds
A Sonnet of a Capsuleer
Oh Ammake, where my Maelstrom did crawl,
Through dim-lit glass I scarce could see at all;
The frigates laughed, my wreckage marked the fall.
In VSIG’s dark reach I joined a noisy crew,
Of pilots green and many, foolish too;
We fed the wolves—yet there my learning grew.
In Ostingele’s fields I sought the grail,
Trod each blaze, though ruin claimed the rest;
From burning wrecks I learned what worked the best.
Around Hevrice I roamed the starlit tide,
Met dancing steel where fates of ships collide;
At times I rose where once I only died.
The Tuskers’ band, took pity on my soul,
They took me in, they gave me a home;
I fumbled still, yet learned to fly and roam.
In Bosboger I chased my final flame,
Where battles bright still carried joy, not shame;
Then silence fell, and years concealed my name.
In Hevrice back I undock, stars both strange and new,
Around its lanes lie bubbles where none were in view;
My pirate hulls barred, yet still I laugh anew.
I sail on words where once I flew through dread,
New Eden lingers, though mostly in my head.
A Sonnet of a Capsuleer
Oh Ammake, where my Maelstrom did crawl,
Through dim-lit glass I scarce could see at all;
The frigates laughed, my wreckage marked the fall.
In VSIG’s dark reach I joined a noisy crew,
Of pilots green and many, foolish too;
We fed the wolves—yet there my learning grew.
In Ostingele’s fields I sought the grail,
Trod each blaze, though ruin claimed the rest;
From burning wrecks I learned what worked the best.
Around Hevrice I roamed the starlit tide,
Met dancing steel where fates of ships collide;
At times I rose where once I only died.
The Tuskers’ band, took pity on my soul,
They took me in, they gave me a home;
I fumbled still, yet learned to fly and roam.
In Bosboger I chased my final flame,
Where battles bright still carried joy, not shame;
Then silence fell, and years concealed my name.
In Hevrice back I undock, stars both strange and new,
Around its lanes lie bubbles where none were in view;
My pirate hulls barred, yet still I laugh anew.
I sail on words where once I flew through dread,
New Eden lingers, though mostly in my head.