3.00
- Kill
- 1
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 17
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 1%
- ISK distrutti
- 17.5M
- +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
- 1
- Perdite
- 17
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 1
- Punti
- 1
ISK
- Distrutti
- 17.5M
- Persi
- 1.66B
- Bilancio
- -1.64B
- Efficienza ISK
- 1%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti270
Rapporto danni · 1%
Danni subiti23.8K
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
Immortal? You, two-legged bunch of moles,
Who don't deserve a single breath of air?
Why, then the lizards, toads, even worms
Would riot and demand an equal share...
You winged hucksters! Candied paradise!
The life eternal for a lifetime eating...
A lovely deal. "Forgive and give, o Christ!"
Give onto slaves a juicy slice of Eden.
You jailers of your own earthly cage,
Forever gnawing at each other's bones.
You thieves, you've stolen psalms from every sage
To mumble weekly at your empty sermons...
For those of us who see - no second chance,
For them, the blind - a future free of doubts,
A mesmerizing sugary expanse,
With spotless wedding garments on the house!
Quit groveling! The Lord is wise and stern,
Your precious soul just ain't worth the barter.
Don't even think of making Heaven home;
Like deadmeat, you'll be rotting in the gutter.
Who don't deserve a single breath of air?
Why, then the lizards, toads, even worms
Would riot and demand an equal share...
You winged hucksters! Candied paradise!
The life eternal for a lifetime eating...
A lovely deal. "Forgive and give, o Christ!"
Give onto slaves a juicy slice of Eden.
You jailers of your own earthly cage,
Forever gnawing at each other's bones.
You thieves, you've stolen psalms from every sage
To mumble weekly at your empty sermons...
For those of us who see - no second chance,
For them, the blind - a future free of doubts,
A mesmerizing sugary expanse,
With spotless wedding garments on the house!
Quit groveling! The Lord is wise and stern,
Your precious soul just ain't worth the barter.
Don't even think of making Heaven home;
Like deadmeat, you'll be rotting in the gutter.