Wickedly Funny
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(133d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses3
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost1.04b
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Wickedly Funny
Last Active
Jan 25, 2014
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (133 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses3
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost1.04b
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-1038391129
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
The manifest says they're food." The creatures just sat there looking at Carlo, their dirty, leathery hides covered in dirt and grime from the cargo bay floor. "They escaped from the cage," Reet said.
Carlo glanced at the soil-covered cage, then back to the escapees with an expression of revulsion, "They're hideous."
"They're really popular in the Core," Reet explained, "We make good profit on 'em."
"But they're filthy. They're covered in their own waste, for Randomia's sake. People eat them?"
"Apparently," Reet shrugged.
"Crazy," Carlos said, shaking his head. "What are they called?"
Reet glanced at her manifest, "Pigs."
Carlo glanced at the soil-covered cage, then back to the escapees with an expression of revulsion, "They're hideous."
"They're really popular in the Core," Reet explained, "We make good profit on 'em."
"But they're filthy. They're covered in their own waste, for Randomia's sake. People eat them?"
"Apparently," Reet shrugged.
"Crazy," Carlos said, shaking his head. "What are they called?"
Reet glanced at her manifest, "Pigs."
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Last seen Jan 2014
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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