-0.50
- Kill
- 1363
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 158
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 95%
- ISK distrutti
- 1.94T
- +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
- 1363
- Perdite
- 158
- Indice di pericolo
- 96%
- Colpi finali
- 69
- Punti
- 1363
ISK
- Distrutti
- 1.94T
- Persi
- 112.65B
- Bilancio
- +1.83T
- Efficienza ISK
- 95%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 18
- Percentuale solo
- 1%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 7
- Quota perdite NPC
- 4%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti5.3M
Rapporto danni · 70%
Danni subiti2.3M
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
#OrlandoPride:
My eyeliner isn't straight, but neither is my sexuality, so at least I'm consistent.
In pod, may you leave this hole
Re-shipped, may you find the next
Until our final delivery to your hull
May we meet again
All of the dumb, selfish things people do...
It's not our fault. No one designed us.
We're an accident, Pilot. We're just:
Bad Code
The truth is:
God is 11 years old.
That she was born on New Year's Day, 2002 in Manhattan...
That she's chosen me and I don't know why yet.
That for the first time in my life, I'm a little scared about what's going to happen...
I'm stuck here for now.
And the only dialogue you need to be worried about is between me and Her.
Because I'm having an
Argument
Would you like to know the truth, Pilot?
About what we're arguing over?
Whether or not I'm going to kill you.
Listen all I’m saying is that if we’re just information, just noise in the system, we might as well be a symphony
My eyeliner isn't straight, but neither is my sexuality, so at least I'm consistent.
In pod, may you leave this hole
Re-shipped, may you find the next
Until our final delivery to your hull
May we meet again
All of the dumb, selfish things people do...
It's not our fault. No one designed us.
We're an accident, Pilot. We're just:
Bad Code
The truth is:
God is 11 years old.
That she was born on New Year's Day, 2002 in Manhattan...
That she's chosen me and I don't know why yet.
That for the first time in my life, I'm a little scared about what's going to happen...
I'm stuck here for now.
And the only dialogue you need to be worried about is between me and Her.
Because I'm having an
Argument
Would you like to know the truth, Pilot?
About what we're arguing over?
Whether or not I'm going to kill you.
Listen all I’m saying is that if we’re just information, just noise in the system, we might as well be a symphony