4.80
- Kill
- 418
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 23
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 100%
- ISK distrutti
- 1.23T
- +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
- 418
- Perdite
- 23
- Indice di pericolo
- 96%
- Colpi finali
- 8
- Punti
- 418
ISK
- Distrutti
- 1.23T
- Persi
- 1.82B
- Bilancio
- +1.22T
- Efficienza ISK
- 100%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 1
- Quota perdite NPC
- 4%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti411.7K
Rapporto danni · 70%
Danni subiti179.1K
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
You all - of millions. And we - of lots and lots and lots.
Try then to fight with us!
Yes, we are - skyphians! Yes, we're - the asians all,
With the squinted greedy eyes!
For you - the centuries, for us - one only hour.
We all, as the docile slaves, are holding
The shield between two races hostal -
European and mongolian!
For centuries our old forge worked,
Supressing an avalanche's roar,
And as a wild tale is you thought
About fall of Lissabone!
For centuries you looked at East,
Accumulating our pearls,
And with a scoff you counted at least
The goal where you could cannons point!
And now - is hour. The grief spreads wings
And every day encreases echo,
And day will come - the traces' print
Might dissapear, as the Pestum!
Oh old world! While being alive,
While you pine suffering, though sweet,
Let's stop, as wise Aedipus once
Stood puzzled at the ancient Sphynx.
Try then to fight with us!
Yes, we are - skyphians! Yes, we're - the asians all,
With the squinted greedy eyes!
For you - the centuries, for us - one only hour.
We all, as the docile slaves, are holding
The shield between two races hostal -
European and mongolian!
For centuries our old forge worked,
Supressing an avalanche's roar,
And as a wild tale is you thought
About fall of Lissabone!
For centuries you looked at East,
Accumulating our pearls,
And with a scoff you counted at least
The goal where you could cannons point!
And now - is hour. The grief spreads wings
And every day encreases echo,
And day will come - the traces' print
Might dissapear, as the Pestum!
Oh old world! While being alive,
While you pine suffering, though sweet,
Let's stop, as wise Aedipus once
Stood puzzled at the ancient Sphynx.