- Kill
- 52
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 47
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 32%
- ISK distrutti
- 5.09B
- +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
- 52
- Perdite
- 47
- Indice di pericolo
- 74%
- Colpi finali
- 29
- Punti
- 52
ISK
- Distrutti
- 5.09B
- Persi
- 10.88B
- Bilancio
- -5.79B
- Efficienza ISK
- 32%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 16
- Percentuale solo
- 31%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 12
- Quota perdite NPC
- 26%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti138.9K
Rapporto danni · 21%
Danni subiti530.5K
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
Let's get down to business
To defeat the Huns
Did they send me daughters
When I asked for sons?
You're the saddest bunch I ever met,
But you can bet before we're through,
Mister, I'll make a man
Out of you.
Tranquil as a forest,
But on fire within.
Once you find your center,
You are sure to win.
You're a spineless pale pathetic lot,
And you haven't got a clue.
Somehow I'll make a man,
Out of you.
We must be swift as a coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
Time is racing toward us,
til' the Huns arrive.
Heed my every order,
And you might survive.
You're unsuited for the rage of war,
So pack up go home you're through.
How could I make a man, out of you?
We must be swift as a coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
To defeat the Huns
Did they send me daughters
When I asked for sons?
You're the saddest bunch I ever met,
But you can bet before we're through,
Mister, I'll make a man
Out of you.
Tranquil as a forest,
But on fire within.
Once you find your center,
You are sure to win.
You're a spineless pale pathetic lot,
And you haven't got a clue.
Somehow I'll make a man,
Out of you.
We must be swift as a coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
Time is racing toward us,
til' the Huns arrive.
Heed my every order,
And you might survive.
You're unsuited for the rage of war,
So pack up go home you're through.
How could I make a man, out of you?
We must be swift as a coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!