CorporazioneAttiva
[PFLYD] Learning To Fly
18 membriTasse 0%Fondata nel 2017
- Kill
- 1931
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 510
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 92%
- ISK distrutti
- 474.93B
- +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
- 1931
- Perdite
- 510
- Indice di pericolo
- 78%
- Colpi finali
- 718
- Punti
- 1812
ISK
- Distrutti
- 474.93B
- Persi
- 41.18B
- Bilancio
- +433.75B
- Efficienza ISK
- 92%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 323
- Percentuale solo
- 17%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 110
- 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
Ucciso da
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Descrizione
Into the distance a ribbon of black.
Stretched to the point of no turning back.
A flight of fancy on a windswept field.
Standing alone my senses reeled.
A fatal attraction is holding me fast.
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings.
Unheeded warnings I thought I thought of everything.
No navigator to find my way home.
Unladened, empty and turned to stone.
A soul in tension that's learning to fly.
Condition grounded but determined to try.
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer.
My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air.
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly.
Out of the corner of my watering eye.
A dream unthreatened by the morning light.
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night.
There's no sensation to compare with this.
Suspended animation, a state of bliss.
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies.
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Stretched to the point of no turning back.
A flight of fancy on a windswept field.
Standing alone my senses reeled.
A fatal attraction is holding me fast.
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings.
Unheeded warnings I thought I thought of everything.
No navigator to find my way home.
Unladened, empty and turned to stone.
A soul in tension that's learning to fly.
Condition grounded but determined to try.
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer.
My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air.
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly.
Out of the corner of my watering eye.
A dream unthreatened by the morning light.
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night.
There's no sensation to compare with this.
Suspended animation, a state of bliss.
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies.
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I.