CorporazioneAttiva
[4.SRS] LEGITIMATE SCIENTIFIC CORPORATION
3 membriTasse 15%Fondata nel 2010
CEOLuna AlhirizamIndipendente- Kill
- 51
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 206
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 46%
- ISK distrutti
- 12.62B
- +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
- 51
- Perdite
- 206
- Indice di pericolo
- 66%
- Colpi finali
- 30
- Punti
- 51
ISK
- Distrutti
- 12.62B
- Persi
- 14.61B
- Bilancio
- -1.99B
- Efficienza ISK
- 46%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 8
- Percentuale solo
- 16%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 71
- Quota perdite NPC
- 34%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Attività
Cosa vola la corporazione, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite
I più preziosi
Le kill più costose del periodo
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene uccisa e cosa perde
Ultimi 90g
Uccisi
Ucciso da
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Battaglie
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Descrizione
We're a scientific corporation.
Seriously.
Very legitimate.
"How many times have you been at a gate camp, or waiting for a cyno so you can hotdrop, or roaming into a hostile region? Then mother nature calls and its time for a bio break at the worst possible time. What do you do? Do you leave the fleet and "control q" and make a mad dash for the bathroom? Do you hold it in while you make wierd faces? Or do you let it fly at your computer?
Today I had to make this call. I was doing a gate camp in 0.0. We heard scout intel of a 30 man hostile fleet incoming. We had about 25ish in our gang and it was going to be a pretty even and fun fight. For lunch I had eaten a bunch of brats and deviled eggs. My stomach had been upset for a couple hours and I could feel something bubbling. I could tell that this wasn't a normal "prairie dog" or "turtling" situation. It was going to be a violent spray. However, the epic PvP fight was close and I figured I could hold it. My face was distorting and I tried to reposition my bottom on the chair so it gave me the advantage. Something had to give as I was holding in alot of pressure. I figured I could release a little gas to buy me a couple minutes for the PvP fight.
As I carefully released a little gas the flood gates opened and I SHARTED!. So here I am, a 43 year old man, and I'm PvP'n in this epic fight with pants full of my own excrement. On top of that, our fleet got wiped. I then went to the bathroom to wipe."
Seriously.
Very legitimate.
"How many times have you been at a gate camp, or waiting for a cyno so you can hotdrop, or roaming into a hostile region? Then mother nature calls and its time for a bio break at the worst possible time. What do you do? Do you leave the fleet and "control q" and make a mad dash for the bathroom? Do you hold it in while you make wierd faces? Or do you let it fly at your computer?
Today I had to make this call. I was doing a gate camp in 0.0. We heard scout intel of a 30 man hostile fleet incoming. We had about 25ish in our gang and it was going to be a pretty even and fun fight. For lunch I had eaten a bunch of brats and deviled eggs. My stomach had been upset for a couple hours and I could feel something bubbling. I could tell that this wasn't a normal "prairie dog" or "turtling" situation. It was going to be a violent spray. However, the epic PvP fight was close and I figured I could hold it. My face was distorting and I tried to reposition my bottom on the chair so it gave me the advantage. Something had to give as I was holding in alot of pressure. I figured I could release a little gas to buy me a couple minutes for the PvP fight.
As I carefully released a little gas the flood gates opened and I SHARTED!. So here I am, a 43 year old man, and I'm PvP'n in this epic fight with pants full of my own excrement. On top of that, our fleet got wiped. I then went to the bathroom to wipe."