0.00Pilota
Happy Harry Hard-on
CaldariCivire
Corporazione[C-O-K] Hornier than a ten-peckered owlNessuna alleanza- Kill
- 27
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 0
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 100%
- ISK distrutti
- 5.71B
- +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
- 27
- Perdite
- 0
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 3
- Punti
- 27
ISK
- Distrutti
- 5.71B
- Persi
- 0
- Bilancio
- +5.71B
- Efficienza ISK
- 100%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti19.7M
Rapporto danni · 100%
Danni subiti0
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
Eat-Me Beat-Me Lady : Come in. Every night you enter me like a criminal. You break into
my brain, but you're no ordinary criminal. You put your feet up, you drink your can of
Pepsi, you start to party, you turn up my stereo. Songs I've never heard, but I move
anyway. You get me crazy, I say 'Do it.' I don't care just do it. Jam me, jack me, push me,
pull me -talk hard!
You're the voice crying out in the wilderness, your the voice that
makes my brain burn and make my guts go gooey. Yeah you gut me, my insides spill on
your alter and tell the future, my steaming gleaming guts spill out your nature. I know
you, not your name, but your game. I know the true you, come to me or I'll come to you.
my brain, but you're no ordinary criminal. You put your feet up, you drink your can of
Pepsi, you start to party, you turn up my stereo. Songs I've never heard, but I move
anyway. You get me crazy, I say 'Do it.' I don't care just do it. Jam me, jack me, push me,
pull me -talk hard!
You're the voice crying out in the wilderness, your the voice that
makes my brain burn and make my guts go gooey. Yeah you gut me, my insides spill on
your alter and tell the future, my steaming gleaming guts spill out your nature. I know
you, not your name, but your game. I know the true you, come to me or I'll come to you.