4.30Pilota
andrew lospostom
GallenteGallente
- Kill
- 1863
- +35 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 279
- +3 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 100%
- ISK distrutti
- 3.14T
- +6.20B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Media
- 0,4 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 1863
- Perdite
- 279
- Indice di pericolo
- 97%
- Colpi finali
- 105
- Punti
- 1332
ISK
- Distrutti
- 3.14T
- Persi
- 14.21B
- Bilancio
- +3.13T
- Efficienza ISK
- 100%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 21
- Percentuale solo
- 1%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 9
- Quota perdite NPC
- 3%
- Attività
- Media
Danni inflitti3.7M
Rapporto danni · 61%
Danni subiti2.3M
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
Once upon a time there was a wise man that lived in a little vilage on a remote corner of the Empire.
One day, the son of the village chief received a splendid horse for his birthday.
"Alas, how fortunate!", cried the villagers.
But the wise man only said: "we'll see".
Some time later, the son of the village chief fell from his new horse, and broke his leg.
"Alas, how unlucky!", cried the villagers.
But the wise man only said: "we'll see".
A week later, an emissary from the Dragon Throne arrived; the Emperor wished to raise a mighty army to fight the northern barbarians, and as such all able-bodied male villagers were to be drafted into the Imperial Army.
But the son of the village chief, with his mangled leg, was not accepted.
"Alas, how lucky!", cried the villagers.
The wise man began to speak: "we'll -"
But the villagers were tired of his smart-ass ways, and beat him to death with a stick.
The End.
One day, the son of the village chief received a splendid horse for his birthday.
"Alas, how fortunate!", cried the villagers.
But the wise man only said: "we'll see".
Some time later, the son of the village chief fell from his new horse, and broke his leg.
"Alas, how unlucky!", cried the villagers.
But the wise man only said: "we'll see".
A week later, an emissary from the Dragon Throne arrived; the Emperor wished to raise a mighty army to fight the northern barbarians, and as such all able-bodied male villagers were to be drafted into the Imperial Army.
But the son of the village chief, with his mangled leg, was not accepted.
"Alas, how lucky!", cried the villagers.
The wise man began to speak: "we'll -"
But the villagers were tired of his smart-ass ways, and beat him to death with a stick.
The End.