CorporazioneAttivaAttaccabile in guerra
[ROMSS] Minmatar Secret Service
33 membriTasse 0%Fondata nel 2014
- Kill
- 87.604
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 32.114
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 90%
- ISK distrutti
- 18.55T
- +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
- 87.604
- Perdite
- 32.114
- Indice di pericolo
- 98%
- Colpi finali
- 38.106
- Punti
- 87.606
ISK
- Distrutti
- 18.55T
- Persi
- 2.12T
- Bilancio
- +16.43T
- Efficienza ISK
- 90%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 11.932
- Percentuale solo
- 14%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 732
- Quota perdite NPC
- 2%
- 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
Scafi persiPerdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Battaglie
Gli scontri nella finestra scelta, dal nostro archivio killmail
Descrizione
“…and the bloated Rock perched itself on the top of the mountain, gloating and wallowing in its own self-esteem.
‘Look, Mountain,’ the Rock said. ‘Look at me on top of my own mountain.’ But the Mountain answered:
‘Foolish Rock, look beneath you. Your mountain is unbalanced. It cannot support you.’
The Rock looked down, and saw it was true. The Rock could hear all the little rocks in the mountain groaning beneath its weight. ‘Maybe my mountain will crumble, but I got to the top, as I set out to do; I fulfilled my dream.’ the Rock righteously said to the Mountain.
‘Yes, but then what?’ The Mountain enquired. ‘You had a good place on the side of me; you were in the light, with the wind caressing you and the sun warming you and the moss licking you.’
Suddenly, the mountain the Rock perched upon, collapsed. The Rock felt itself being dragged down; it toppled down the mountain side and all the little rocks came in its wake. It hit the ground and the little rocks piled in front and back and the sides and on top the Rock. It was trapped beneath all the small rocks that it had gathered for its mountain; they squeezed it tight and the Rock felt like it was suffocating.
‘Mountain!’ it wheezed weakly. ‘Help me!’
‘What can I do?’ the Mountain said. ‘You brought this onto yourself. You couldn’t be satisfied with the place I gave to you; you had to get to the top. And now look at you, trapped beneath your own mountain forever.’
‘But it was my dream,’ the Rock sobbed, ‘everybody has got to have a dream.’
‘Not if your dream is based on a fantasy, rather than reality.’ The Mountain replied sagely and went back to sleep.”
Ray of Matar, revised
ROMSS
We are the Mountain
‘Look, Mountain,’ the Rock said. ‘Look at me on top of my own mountain.’ But the Mountain answered:
‘Foolish Rock, look beneath you. Your mountain is unbalanced. It cannot support you.’
The Rock looked down, and saw it was true. The Rock could hear all the little rocks in the mountain groaning beneath its weight. ‘Maybe my mountain will crumble, but I got to the top, as I set out to do; I fulfilled my dream.’ the Rock righteously said to the Mountain.
‘Yes, but then what?’ The Mountain enquired. ‘You had a good place on the side of me; you were in the light, with the wind caressing you and the sun warming you and the moss licking you.’
Suddenly, the mountain the Rock perched upon, collapsed. The Rock felt itself being dragged down; it toppled down the mountain side and all the little rocks came in its wake. It hit the ground and the little rocks piled in front and back and the sides and on top the Rock. It was trapped beneath all the small rocks that it had gathered for its mountain; they squeezed it tight and the Rock felt like it was suffocating.
‘Mountain!’ it wheezed weakly. ‘Help me!’
‘What can I do?’ the Mountain said. ‘You brought this onto yourself. You couldn’t be satisfied with the place I gave to you; you had to get to the top. And now look at you, trapped beneath your own mountain forever.’
‘But it was my dream,’ the Rock sobbed, ‘everybody has got to have a dream.’
‘Not if your dream is based on a fantasy, rather than reality.’ The Mountain replied sagely and went back to sleep.”
Ray of Matar, revised
ROMSS
We are the Mountain