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Nietzsche's Mustache
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Corporazione[CAS] Center for Advanced StudiesNessuna alleanza- Kill
- 19
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 9
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 8%
- ISK distrutti
- 183.1M
- +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
- 19
- Perdite
- 9
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 17
- Punti
- 19
ISK
- Distrutti
- 183.1M
- Persi
- 2.17B
- Bilancio
- -1.98B
- Efficienza ISK
- 8%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 16
- Percentuale solo
- 84%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti13.4K
Rapporto danni · 17%
Danni subiti64.9K
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
I am not a mustache, I am dynamite.
The Last Messiah
One night in times long since vanished, man awoke
and saw himself. He saw that he was naked under
the cosmos, homeless in his own body. Everything opened
up before his searching thoughts, wonder upon wonder,
terror upon terror, all blossomed in his mind.
Then woman awoke, too, and said that it was time to
go out and kill something. And man took up his bow, fruit
of the union between the soul and the hand, and went out
under the stars. But when the animals came to their water-
hole, where he out of habit waited for them, he no longer
knew the spring of the tiger in his blood, but a great psalm
to the brotherhood of suffering shared by all that lives.
That day he came home with empty hands, and when
they found him again by the rising of the new moon,
he sat dead by the waterhole.
／人 ◕ ‿‿ ◕ 人＼
The Last Messiah
One night in times long since vanished, man awoke
and saw himself. He saw that he was naked under
the cosmos, homeless in his own body. Everything opened
up before his searching thoughts, wonder upon wonder,
terror upon terror, all blossomed in his mind.
Then woman awoke, too, and said that it was time to
go out and kill something. And man took up his bow, fruit
of the union between the soul and the hand, and went out
under the stars. But when the animals came to their water-
hole, where he out of habit waited for them, he no longer
knew the spring of the tiger in his blood, but a great psalm
to the brotherhood of suffering shared by all that lives.
That day he came home with empty hands, and when
they found him again by the rising of the new moon,
he sat dead by the waterhole.
／人 ◕ ‿‿ ◕ 人＼