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[BLOPZ] What Would Bob Do
1 membriTasse 0%Fondata nel 2013
CEOGlorfindel SerineIndipendente- Kill
- 7
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 3
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 30%
- ISK distrutti
- 143.5M
- +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
- 7
- Perdite
- 3
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 3
- Punti
- 7
ISK
- Distrutti
- 143.5M
- Persi
- 334.4M
- Bilancio
- -191.0M
- Efficienza ISK
- 30%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- 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
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Descrizione
We are the seekers of the Holiest of Holy, Bob, the Almighty Overseer of W-Space, First of His Name, Maker of Rolling Holes and Breaker of Static Chains.
We drift through the void in flaming pod goo, chanting His sacred name, hurling the less worthy into the gaping maw of His cosmic glory. Their loss is not in vain, for each wreck is a hymn, each corpse a communion wafer, each polarized timer a prayer.
Bob knows we are coming. He feels the ripples of our probes, hears the pings of our d-scan, smells the faint aroma of over-heated microwarpdrives. He knows that we will not stop. We will not waiver. We will not falter. We will keep scanning, rolling, and jumping until we gaze upon His divine bookmark.
Do not fear, fellow w-space traveler. Bob sees you, cloaked or not. Bob judges your fit. Bob laughs at your polarisation timer. And if ever you doubt your course in the infinite void, remember the sacred question that guides all faithful pilots: “What Would Bob Do?”
Ameen.
We drift through the void in flaming pod goo, chanting His sacred name, hurling the less worthy into the gaping maw of His cosmic glory. Their loss is not in vain, for each wreck is a hymn, each corpse a communion wafer, each polarized timer a prayer.
Bob knows we are coming. He feels the ripples of our probes, hears the pings of our d-scan, smells the faint aroma of over-heated microwarpdrives. He knows that we will not stop. We will not waiver. We will not falter. We will keep scanning, rolling, and jumping until we gaze upon His divine bookmark.
Do not fear, fellow w-space traveler. Bob sees you, cloaked or not. Bob judges your fit. Bob laughs at your polarisation timer. And if ever you doubt your course in the infinite void, remember the sacred question that guides all faithful pilots: “What Would Bob Do?”
Ameen.