- Kill
- 718
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 111
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 99%
- ISK distrutti
- 701.85B
- +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
- 718
- Perdite
- 111
- Indice di pericolo
- 90%
- Colpi finali
- 48
- Punti
- 718
ISK
- Distrutti
- 701.85B
- Persi
- 6.30B
- Bilancio
- +695.55B
- Efficienza ISK
- 99%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 7
- Percentuale solo
- 1%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 11
- Quota perdite NPC
- 10%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti348.2K
Rapporto danni · 48%
Danni subiti382.2K
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
Because Ken could not stop for Death,
Death kindly stopped for Ken;
The carriage held but just ourselves
and Mollies big red pen.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My mining moons and all my dreads,
For firesales that day.
We passed the gates, where bubbles shone
And stations graped secure;
We passed the the belts of bistot,
and fields of arkonor.
Or rather, he passed us;
The warps grew lonely and cold,
For only newbie ship my gown,
Pod jumping growing old.
We hid inside a pos that seemed
A fortress unassailable;
The mods were sound and all online,
But gunners unavailable.
Since then 'tis weeks, and yet each
seems brighter than ten moons
I first surmised that anime
Is nothing but cartoons.
--Brobuck
Death kindly stopped for Ken;
The carriage held but just ourselves
and Mollies big red pen.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My mining moons and all my dreads,
For firesales that day.
We passed the gates, where bubbles shone
And stations graped secure;
We passed the the belts of bistot,
and fields of arkonor.
Or rather, he passed us;
The warps grew lonely and cold,
For only newbie ship my gown,
Pod jumping growing old.
We hid inside a pos that seemed
A fortress unassailable;
The mods were sound and all online,
But gunners unavailable.
Since then 'tis weeks, and yet each
seems brighter than ten moons
I first surmised that anime
Is nothing but cartoons.
--Brobuck