CorporazioneAttiva
[SOBLU] New Eden Corporation 98791695
6 membriTasse 0%Fondata nel 2024
- Kill
- 5
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 21
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 2%
- ISK distrutti
- 214.9M
- +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
- 5
- Perdite
- 21
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 5
- Punti
- 5
ISK
- Distrutti
- 214.9M
- Persi
- 12.53B
- Bilancio
- -12.32B
- Efficienza ISK
- 2%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 5
- Percentuale solo
- 100%
- 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
Ucciso da
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Descrizione
Deep in the star-churned void of New Eden, the alliance known as “Snuffed Out” once attempted to host a grand tea party for the neighboring pirates, hoping to charm them into not blowing up their brand-new space greenhouse (they had big plans for cosmic cucumbers, after all). Unfortunately, right before the festivities began, someone misplaced all the crumpets. Not just misplaced them—teleported them into a wormhole inhabited by sugar-crazed rogue drones who promptly started a glitter war inside an abandoned Titan hull.
In utter chaos, the well-dressed Snuffed Out diplomats tried to serve empty plates and invisible pastries with stiff upper lips—though lip-stiffening in zero-G is an awkward affair indeed. Their guests, unimpressed by the non-existent finger foods and thoroughly baffled by the endless “Oh, do pardon me, old chap” excuses, decided it would be best to quietly slip out the airlock. Thus ended the illustrious Snuffed Out soirée, leaving nothing behind but echoing apologies, a suspiciously cucumber-scented nebula, and a gravity-challenged teapot drifting through space for centuries to come.
In utter chaos, the well-dressed Snuffed Out diplomats tried to serve empty plates and invisible pastries with stiff upper lips—though lip-stiffening in zero-G is an awkward affair indeed. Their guests, unimpressed by the non-existent finger foods and thoroughly baffled by the endless “Oh, do pardon me, old chap” excuses, decided it would be best to quietly slip out the airlock. Thus ended the illustrious Snuffed Out soirée, leaving nothing behind but echoing apologies, a suspiciously cucumber-scented nebula, and a gravity-challenged teapot drifting through space for centuries to come.