5.00Pilota
Enkido Aubaris
GallenteIntaki
Corporazione[RDHAL] Restoring department of HalcyonNessuna alleanza- Kill
- 0
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 23
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 0%
- ISK distrutti
- 0
- +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
- 0
- Perdite
- 23
- Indice di pericolo
- 96%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 0
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 5.03B
- Bilancio
- -5.03B
- Efficienza ISK
- 0%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 1
- Quota perdite NPC
- 4%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti0
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti396.9K
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
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Bio in gioco
SHALL THE DUST PRAISE THEE?
The Day of Wrath arrived. The sky pealed with trumpets, agonized, summoning. Everywhere the dry rocks rose, groaning, and fell back in rubble. Then the sky split, and in the dazzle appeared a throne of white fire, in a rainbow that burned green...
God arrives on Earth, ready to inflict the Day of Wrath on humankind, but finds that all life has already disappeared.
The angels tell God that there has been a great war between four major countries which has wiped out all life on earth, and that the true end of days had already occurred through nuclear warfare.
...Under the wide dome of heaven, no bird flew. No creature crawled or crept on the face of the earth; there was no tree, and no blade of grass...
...The fifth angel moistened his lips and said, “Lord, are You not God? Shall any secrets be hid from the Maker of all things?”
...And God grew wroth, and cried out “Let the stones speak!”
Then the gray rocks fountained up into dust, uncovering caverns and tunnels, like the chambers of an empty anthill. And in some places bright metal gleamed, lying in skeins that were graceful but without design, as if the metal had melted and run like water.
In the wall of that lowest chamber, someone had chiseled a row of letters. And when the machine in that chamber had been destroyed the fiery metal had sprayed out and filled the letters in the wall, so that they gleamed now like silver in the darkness.
And God read the words, "WE WERE HERE. WHERE WERE YOU?"
...this is how my days go by, full of bureaucracy and the study of ancient fairy tales transmitted by the lips of those who still remembered them, those who escaped the Day of Wrath and settled in New Eden. I'm just another Russian speaking RP capsuleer.
The Day of Wrath arrived. The sky pealed with trumpets, agonized, summoning. Everywhere the dry rocks rose, groaning, and fell back in rubble. Then the sky split, and in the dazzle appeared a throne of white fire, in a rainbow that burned green...
God arrives on Earth, ready to inflict the Day of Wrath on humankind, but finds that all life has already disappeared.
The angels tell God that there has been a great war between four major countries which has wiped out all life on earth, and that the true end of days had already occurred through nuclear warfare.
...Under the wide dome of heaven, no bird flew. No creature crawled or crept on the face of the earth; there was no tree, and no blade of grass...
...The fifth angel moistened his lips and said, “Lord, are You not God? Shall any secrets be hid from the Maker of all things?”
...And God grew wroth, and cried out “Let the stones speak!”
Then the gray rocks fountained up into dust, uncovering caverns and tunnels, like the chambers of an empty anthill. And in some places bright metal gleamed, lying in skeins that were graceful but without design, as if the metal had melted and run like water.
In the wall of that lowest chamber, someone had chiseled a row of letters. And when the machine in that chamber had been destroyed the fiery metal had sprayed out and filled the letters in the wall, so that they gleamed now like silver in the darkness.
And God read the words, "WE WERE HERE. WHERE WERE YOU?"
...this is how my days go by, full of bureaucracy and the study of ancient fairy tales transmitted by the lips of those who still remembered them, those who escaped the Day of Wrath and settled in New Eden. I'm just another Russian speaking RP capsuleer.