0.50Pilota
Nive Tsero
CaldariDeteis
- Kill
- 47
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 17
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 8%
- ISK distrutti
- 2.46B
- +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
- 47
- Perdite
- 17
- Indice di pericolo
- 76%
- Colpi finali
- 8
- Punti
- 45
ISK
- Distrutti
- 2.46B
- Persi
- 30.24B
- Bilancio
- -27.78B
- Efficienza ISK
- 8%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 4
- Quota perdite NPC
- 24%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti1.3M
Rapporto danni · 83%
Danni subiti276.1K
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
Public Chat Global // M-CON Public // MISMAPS // MISKILLZ
I remember the Day of Judgement.
Can you imagine looking up and seeing the stars fall from the sky?
Can you imagine the heavens themselves raining fire upon the world below?
You say you can picture it.
I don’t believe you. I’m not speaking of war. I’m not speaking of promethium’s stinging oil-scent, or the burning chemical reek of flames born from missile fire. Forget battle’s crude pains and the sensory assault of orbital bombardment. I am not speaking of mundane savagery – the incendiary ills men inflict upon other men.
I speak of judgement. Divine judgement.
The wrath of a god who looks upon the works of an entire world, and what he sees turns his heart sour. In his disgust, he sends flights of angels to deliver damnation. In his rage, he seeds the skies with fire and rains destruction upon the upturned faces of six billion worshippers.
Now tell me again.
Tell me again that you can imagine seeing the stars fall from the sky. Tell me you can imagine heaven weeping fire upon the land below, and a city burning so bright that all sight is scorched from your eyes as you watch it die.
The Day of Judgement stole my eyes, but I can still illuminate you. I remember it all, and why wouldn’t I?
It was the last thing I ever saw.
You came to me asking how my faith survived the Day of Judgement.
I will tell you a secret.
When the stars fell, when the seas boiled and the earth burned, my faith didn’t die.
That is when I began to believe.
God was real, and he hated us.