CorporazioneAttiva
[MOGYC] Mogadishu Yacht Club
4 membriTasse 10%Fondata nel 2009
CEOTachy0nIndipendente- Kill
- 1012
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 474
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 59%
- ISK distrutti
- 240.42B
- +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
- 1012
- Perdite
- 474
- Indice di pericolo
- 90%
- Colpi finali
- 961
- Punti
- 1012
ISK
- Distrutti
- 240.42B
- Persi
- 165.02B
- Bilancio
- +75.39B
- Efficienza ISK
- 59%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 762
- Percentuale solo
- 75%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 47
- Quota perdite NPC
- 10%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Attività
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Le kill più costose del periodo
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene uccisa e cosa perde
Ultimi 90g
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Descrizione
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock