-3.00
- Kill
- 64
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 22
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 91%
- ISK distrutti
- 2.97B
- +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
- 64
- Perdite
- 22
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 11
- Punti
- 64
ISK
- Distrutti
- 2.97B
- Persi
- 291.3M
- Bilancio
- +2.68B
- Efficienza ISK
- 91%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 1
- Percentuale solo
- 2%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti89.5K
Rapporto danni · 60%
Danni subiti59.4K
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 would write a paragraph describing my countless efforts to train day old newbros to the elitism of PvP, but since I have zero life outside of this game I will instead write a multipart essay that will eventually manifest itself to 8 movies despite being a 7 book story.
Chapter 1- The Boy Who Lived
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say
that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last
people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious,
because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made
drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did
have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had
nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she
spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the
neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their
opin
Chapter 1- The Boy Who Lived
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say
that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last
people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious,
because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made
drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did
have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had
nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she
spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the
neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their
opin