- Kill
- 6
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 39
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 74%
- ISK distrutti
- 1.78B
- +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
- 6
- Perdite
- 39
- Indice di pericolo
- 97%
- Colpi finali
- 1
- Punti
- 6
ISK
- Distrutti
- 1.78B
- Persi
- 618.8M
- Bilancio
- +1.16B
- Efficienza ISK
- 74%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 1
- Percentuale solo
- 17%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 1
- Quota perdite NPC
- 3%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti905
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti216.0K
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
"A cleaved head no longer plots."
My head hurts like hell
Can't open my eyes
My clothes are all wet
And I'm freezing right through
Don't know where I am
Or how to get home
My arms feel so numb
And it's hard to get up
My muscles, they ache
With every move
I stand on my feet
But my knees fell so weak
Somebody wake me
From this horrible dream
Somebody save me
From this terror I feel
I stumble around
On the soft muddy ground
I call out the name
Of the friends I can't find
But only the wind
And the ravens reply
With every gasp
With every breath
Smoke fills my lungs
And my intestines wrench
With every gasp
The sweet taste of death
The air is full
Of a thick pungent stench
So comes the rain
It's colder than ice
I wash off my face
And open my eyes
And then I see
But wish I were blind
They are all dead
There's blood everywhere
The norsemen they left
Only death and despair
My head hurts like hell
Can't open my eyes
My clothes are all wet
And I'm freezing right through
Don't know where I am
Or how to get home
My arms feel so numb
And it's hard to get up
My muscles, they ache
With every move
I stand on my feet
But my knees fell so weak
Somebody wake me
From this horrible dream
Somebody save me
From this terror I feel
I stumble around
On the soft muddy ground
I call out the name
Of the friends I can't find
But only the wind
And the ravens reply
With every gasp
With every breath
Smoke fills my lungs
And my intestines wrench
With every gasp
The sweet taste of death
The air is full
Of a thick pungent stench
So comes the rain
It's colder than ice
I wash off my face
And open my eyes
And then I see
But wish I were blind
They are all dead
There's blood everywhere
The norsemen they left
Only death and despair