- Fondata il
- …
- Membri
- 4
- Tasse
- 10%
- Attaccabile in guerra
- No
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 1012
- Perdite
- 474
- Efficienza
- 68%
- Indice di pericolo
- 90%
ISK
- Distrutti
- 240.42B
- Persi
- 165.02B
- Efficienza ISK
- 59%
- Bilancio
- +75.39B
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 762
- Percentuale solo
- 75%
- Colpi finali
- 961
- Punti
- 1012
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 47
- Quota perdite NPC
- 10%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
- Attività
- Inattivo
Attività
Cosa vola la corporazione e dove combatte
I più preziosi
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene uccisa e cosa perde
ClassificheUltimi 90g
Scafi persiUltimi 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