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THePOSsHIP
Jul 29, 2017
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(211d)
Combat
Kills7
Losses49
Efficiency13%
ISK
Destroyed327.05m
Lost6.16b
ISK Eff.5%
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio29%
Final Blows3
Points7
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio4%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Achura
5.00
THePOSsHIP
Last Active
Jul 29, 2017
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (211 days)
Combat
Kills7
Losses49
Efficiency13%
Danger Ratio96%
ISK
Destroyed327.05m
Lost6.16b
ISK Efficiency5%
Balance-5831177518
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio29%
Final Blows3
Points7
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio4%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
The Coal Picker
Amy Lowell, 1874 - 1925
He perches in the slime, inert,
Bedaubed with iridescent dirt.
The oil upon the puddles dries
To colours like a peacock’s eyes,
And half-submerged tomato-cans
Shine scaly, as leviathans
Oozily crawling through the mud.
The ground is here and there bestud
With lumps of only part-burned coal.
His duty is to glean the whole,
To pick them from the filth, each one,
To hoard them for the hidden sun
Which glows within each fiery core
And waits to be made free once more.
Their sharp and glistening edges cut
His stiffened fingers. Through the smut
Gleam red the wounds which will not shut.
Wet through and shivering he kneels
And digs the slippery coals; like eels
They slide about. His force all spent,
He counts his small accomplishment.
A half-a-dozen clinker-coals
Which still have fire in their souls.
Fire! And in his thought there burns
The topaz fire of votive urns.
He sees it fling from hill to hill,
And still consumed,
Amy Lowell, 1874 - 1925
He perches in the slime, inert,
Bedaubed with iridescent dirt.
The oil upon the puddles dries
To colours like a peacock’s eyes,
And half-submerged tomato-cans
Shine scaly, as leviathans
Oozily crawling through the mud.
The ground is here and there bestud
With lumps of only part-burned coal.
His duty is to glean the whole,
To pick them from the filth, each one,
To hoard them for the hidden sun
Which glows within each fiery core
And waits to be made free once more.
Their sharp and glistening edges cut
His stiffened fingers. Through the smut
Gleam red the wounds which will not shut.
Wet through and shivering he kneels
And digs the slippery coals; like eels
They slide about. His force all spent,
He counts his small accomplishment.
A half-a-dozen clinker-coals
Which still have fire in their souls.
Fire! And in his thought there burns
The topaz fire of votive urns.
He sees it fling from hill to hill,
And still consumed,
Dashboard
Stats
Kills0
Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -