-8.80
- Kill
- 1692
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 312
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 97%
- ISK distrutti
- 1.71T
- +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
- 1692
- Perdite
- 312
- Indice di pericolo
- 88%
- Colpi finali
- 495
- Punti
- 1692
ISK
- Distrutti
- 1.71T
- Persi
- 51.57B
- Bilancio
- +1.66T
- Efficienza ISK
- 97%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 308
- Percentuale solo
- 18%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 39
- Quota perdite NPC
- 13%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti24.3M
Rapporto danni · 88%
Danni subiti3.4M
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
Please note, my character is pretty but I am a dude. lol.
I am sorry if you died. Please send mails, I do not open chat invites!
Pay up or pod up. Ransom always hono(u)red.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
There once was a pirate named Ginstery,
who left her homeworld, no thought for re-entry.
She pillaged and stole, from warpgate to wormhole,
To amass the vast wealth of space gentry.
A forlorn sight to all freighters,
whose hulls she'd fill full of craters,
but once on her own, as well it was known,
was want to hear songs from her haters.
So the moral of story is this,
If ship and your pod you would miss,
turn off your shield to show that you yield,
And pray Ginstery may blow you a kiss.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
- a ransom poem by Wariamu Fidard
I am sorry if you died. Please send mails, I do not open chat invites!
Pay up or pod up. Ransom always hono(u)red.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
There once was a pirate named Ginstery,
who left her homeworld, no thought for re-entry.
She pillaged and stole, from warpgate to wormhole,
To amass the vast wealth of space gentry.
A forlorn sight to all freighters,
whose hulls she'd fill full of craters,
but once on her own, as well it was known,
was want to hear songs from her haters.
So the moral of story is this,
If ship and your pod you would miss,
turn off your shield to show that you yield,
And pray Ginstery may blow you a kiss.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
- a ransom poem by Wariamu Fidard