- Kill
- 63
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 90
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 65%
- ISK distrutti
- 5.40B
- +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
- 63
- Perdite
- 90
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 23
- Punti
- 63
ISK
- Distrutti
- 5.40B
- Persi
- 2.87B
- Bilancio
- +2.53B
- Efficienza ISK
- 65%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 10
- Percentuale solo
- 16%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti403.7K
Rapporto danni · 45%
Danni subiti490.6K
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
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He sat there, considering this. He felt calm now, as one would when having gone beyond bearable horror. This was the end of him. It was nearly equal to an absolute death. His two captors stood there, staring at him. The man seemed ill at ease. Eventually he barked at the capsuleer, “That’s all this is to you, isn’t it? Characters on a screen, and a locked-on target. How can it mean so much and so little all at the same time? What kind of human being are you?” The doomed man couldn’t help but smile. The woman raised the bottle in warning, but his smile was without ego or rancor, and she lowered it again. “I’m a capsuleer,” he said.
He sat there, considering this. He felt calm now, as one would when having gone beyond bearable horror. This was the end of him. It was nearly equal to an absolute death. His two captors stood there, staring at him. The man seemed ill at ease. Eventually he barked at the capsuleer, “That’s all this is to you, isn’t it? Characters on a screen, and a locked-on target. How can it mean so much and so little all at the same time? What kind of human being are you?” The doomed man couldn’t help but smile. The woman raised the bottle in warning, but his smile was without ego or rancor, and she lowered it again. “I’m a capsuleer,” he said.