3.00Pilota
Jake Longtin
GallenteGallente
- Kill
- 3631
- +113 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 1000
- +23 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 96%
- ISK distrutti
- 3.20T
- +122.22B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Alta
- 1,3 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 3631
- Perdite
- 1000
- Indice di pericolo
- 96%
- Colpi finali
- 622
- Punti
- 3056
ISK
- Distrutti
- 3.20T
- Persi
- 116.03B
- Bilancio
- +3.08T
- Efficienza ISK
- 96%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 180
- Percentuale solo
- 5%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 43
- Quota perdite NPC
- 4%
- Attività
- Alta
Danni inflitti53.0M
Rapporto danni · 84%
Danni subiti9.9M
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
Wake up
Grab beer
Grab rear
#BRINGBACKTHESNACKWRAP
Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended...
Four ruffians break into my house.
"What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot.
Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot.
"Tally ho lads"
The grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms.
Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up.
Just as the founding fathers intended...
Grab beer
Grab rear
#BRINGBACKTHESNACKWRAP
Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended...
Four ruffians break into my house.
"What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot.
Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot.
"Tally ho lads"
The grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms.
Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up.
Just as the founding fathers intended...