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Scheda di combattimento

Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera

Combattimento
Kill
91
Perdite
20
Efficienza
82%
Indice di pericolo
80%
ISK
Distrutti
3.02B
Persi
31.74B
Efficienza ISK
9%
Bilancio
-28.72B
Solo
Kill in solo
40
Percentuale solo
44%
Colpi finali
50
Punti
91
Altro
Perdite contro NPC
4
Quota perdite NPC
20%
Kill medie/giorno
Attività
Inattivo
Danni
Danni inflitti1.4M
Danni subiti307.1K
Rapporto danni82%

Profilo operativo

Come combatte, con chi e contro chi — ultimi 90 giorni

Attività

Cosa vola e dove combatte

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ClassificheUltimi 90 giorni
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Carriera

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Bio in gioco


Public Chat Global // M-CON Public // MISMAPS

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.