5.00
Icemist
Oct 27, 2019
May 14, 2004(22y)
May 14, 2027(255d)
Combat
Kills1,087
Losses127
Efficiency90%
ISK
Destroyed703.32b
Lost21.32b
ISK Eff.97%
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows59
Combat Points1,087
Other
NPC Losses9
NPC Loss Ratio7%
Avg Kills/Day0.13
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Sebiestor
5.00
Icemist
Last Active
Oct 27, 2019
Birthday
May 14, 2004 (22 years old)
Next Birthday
May 14, 2027 (255 days)
Combat
Kills1,087
Losses127
Efficiency90%
Danger Ratio93%
ISK
Destroyed703.32b
Lost21.32b
ISK Efficiency97%
Balance+682.00b
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows59
Combat Points1,087
Other
NPC Losses9
NPC Loss Ratio7%
Avg Kills/Day0.13
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
The details of my life are quite inconsequential....
Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.
My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
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Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.
My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
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Last seen Oct 2019
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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