CorporazioneAttivaAttaccabile in guerra
[ELP C] ELP Corporation
14 membriTasse 0%Fondata nel 2017
CEOManticore EmersonIndipendente- Kill
- 122
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 83
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 91%
- ISK distrutti
- 29.17B
- +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
- 122
- Perdite
- 83
- Indice di pericolo
- 78%
- Colpi finali
- 29
- Punti
- 122
ISK
- Distrutti
- 29.17B
- Persi
- 3.03B
- Bilancio
- +26.14B
- Efficienza ISK
- 91%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 21
- Percentuale solo
- 17%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 18
- Quota perdite NPC
- 22%
- 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
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Named in the honor of "Emerson, Lake & Palmer"
"Take A Pebble"
Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me
My face spills so gently into your eyes
Disturbing the waters of our lives
Shreds of our memories are lying on your grass
Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past
Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields
Letters of your memories are not real
Wear sadness on your shoulders like a worn-out overcoat
In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hopes
The daybreak is your midnight, the colours have all died
Disturbing the waters of our lives,
Of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives
Of our lives
Named in the honor of "Emerson, Lake & Palmer"
"Take A Pebble"
Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me
My face spills so gently into your eyes
Disturbing the waters of our lives
Shreds of our memories are lying on your grass
Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past
Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields
Letters of your memories are not real
Wear sadness on your shoulders like a worn-out overcoat
In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hopes
The daybreak is your midnight, the colours have all died
Disturbing the waters of our lives,
Of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives
Of our lives