- Kill
- 9
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 4
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 43%
- ISK distrutti
- 6.15B
- +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
- 9
- Perdite
- 4
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 6
- Punti
- 6
ISK
- Distrutti
- 6.15B
- Persi
- 8.16B
- Bilancio
- -2.01B
- Efficienza ISK
- 43%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 6
- Percentuale solo
- 67%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti12.3K
Rapporto danni · 1%
Danni subiti1.4M
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
Title: Ten Million Cubes and No Damn Room
I fly a whale the size of moons,
With bulk to shame a fleet of Goons.
My mass could blot the stars from view—
Yet all I hold is one damn shoe!
(angry, rythmic)
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
Who built this hull? What were they on?
One belt and then my payload’s gone!
I float like kings through frozen skies,
With drones that strip the ice in lines.
But fifteen crates and I’m full tight—
While bulkheads echo, empty, light.
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
Who built this hull? What were they on?
One belt and then my payload’s gone!
I’ve tanks for gas, I’ve bays for drones,
Compartments stacked like nested thrones.
But rorquals laugh and freighters sneer—
"Look at that Orca! Full again, dear."
(now sarcastically)
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
Who built this hull? What were they on?
One belt and then my payload’s gone!
So CCP, hear now my cry:
If I must mine, then let me ply!
Give me space or give me grief,
But don’t pretend this load’s efficient beef!
(now SCREAMING WITH ANGER)
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
A castle wide with closets thin—
The Orca’s curse: it can't fit in!
Author: ~Me
☠
* Burrow / Drone Collection (Lowest)
* Hideaway / Drone Cluster
* Refuge / Drone Gathering
* Den / Drone Gathering
* Yard / Drone Surveillance
* Rally Point / Drone Menagerie
* Port / Drone Herd
* Hub / Drone Squad
* Haven / Drone Patrol
* Sanctum / Drone Horde (Hardest)
I fly a whale the size of moons,
With bulk to shame a fleet of Goons.
My mass could blot the stars from view—
Yet all I hold is one damn shoe!
(angry, rythmic)
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
Who built this hull? What were they on?
One belt and then my payload’s gone!
I float like kings through frozen skies,
With drones that strip the ice in lines.
But fifteen crates and I’m full tight—
While bulkheads echo, empty, light.
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
Who built this hull? What were they on?
One belt and then my payload’s gone!
I’ve tanks for gas, I’ve bays for drones,
Compartments stacked like nested thrones.
But rorquals laugh and freighters sneer—
"Look at that Orca! Full again, dear."
(now sarcastically)
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
Who built this hull? What were they on?
One belt and then my payload’s gone!
So CCP, hear now my cry:
If I must mine, then let me ply!
Give me space or give me grief,
But don’t pretend this load’s efficient beef!
(now SCREAMING WITH ANGER)
Ten million cubes, and no damn room!
My hold’s a joke, a miner’s tomb!
A castle wide with closets thin—
The Orca’s curse: it can't fit in!
Author: ~Me
☠
* Burrow / Drone Collection (Lowest)
* Hideaway / Drone Cluster
* Refuge / Drone Gathering
* Den / Drone Gathering
* Yard / Drone Surveillance
* Rally Point / Drone Menagerie
* Port / Drone Herd
* Hub / Drone Squad
* Haven / Drone Patrol
* Sanctum / Drone Horde (Hardest)