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Combattimento
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- Perdite
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- Efficienza
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- Indice di pericolo
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ISK
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- Persi
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- Efficienza ISK
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- Bilancio
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Solo
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- Percentuale solo
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- Colpi finali
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- Punti
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Altro
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- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
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- Attività
- Inattivo
Profilo operativo
Come combatte, con chi e contro chi — ultimi 90 giorni
I più preziosi
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
ClassificheUltimi 90 giorni
Scafi persi
Perdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Carriera
Le corporazioni attraversate, dalla più recente
P I R A T E S.Dal lunedì 8 marzo 20210 Kill0 Perdite
Royal Amarr InstituteDal mercoledì 3 marzo 20210 Kill0 Perdite
P I R A T E S.Dal mercoledì 3 marzo 20210 Kill0 Perdite
ViziamDal domenica 21 agosto 20160 Kill0 Perdite
Gas Clouds AnonymousDal giovedì 18 agosto 20160 Kill0 Perdite
Anonymous Gas Clouds IncorporatedDal giovedì 18 agosto 20160 Kill0 Perdite
Bio in gioco
I was cruising through Andromeda,
(My belly full of quesadilla).
The stars looked bright, the void was calm,
Until my guts dropped their stink-bomb.
It started small—a gurgly pop,
Then echoed like a thunderclap!
A fart so fierce, so hot, so rank,
It nearly blew me out the tank.
The spiral arms all bent in fear,
Planets wept: “Don’t bring that here!”
Nebulas curled and quasars fled,
While moons played dead to dodge the dread.
One alien ship came up to dock—
I cut the cheese, they fled in shock.
They radioed: “What horrid beast
Has turned this galaxy into yeast?!”
Now legends spread from star to star,
Of stink that drifts both near and far.
Forget black holes, forget the Sun—
My cosmic fart’s the smelliest one.
(My belly full of quesadilla).
The stars looked bright, the void was calm,
Until my guts dropped their stink-bomb.
It started small—a gurgly pop,
Then echoed like a thunderclap!
A fart so fierce, so hot, so rank,
It nearly blew me out the tank.
The spiral arms all bent in fear,
Planets wept: “Don’t bring that here!”
Nebulas curled and quasars fled,
While moons played dead to dodge the dread.
One alien ship came up to dock—
I cut the cheese, they fled in shock.
They radioed: “What horrid beast
Has turned this galaxy into yeast?!”
Now legends spread from star to star,
Of stink that drifts both near and far.
Forget black holes, forget the Sun—
My cosmic fart’s the smelliest one.