Erebus Adrastos
Nov 5, 2014
Jun 21, 2006(20y)
Jun 21, 2027(286d)
Combat
Kills2,019
Losses75
Efficiency96%
ISK
Destroyed852.93b
Lost6.51b
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills27
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows148
Combat Points2,019
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio1%
Avg Kills/Day0.27
ActivityInactive
Erebus Adrastos
Last Active
Nov 5, 2014
Birthday
Jun 21, 2006 (20 years old)
Next Birthday
Jun 21, 2027 (286 days)
Combat
Kills2,019
Losses75
Efficiency96%
Danger Ratio99%
ISK
Destroyed852.93b
Lost6.51b
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+846.42b
Solo
Solo Kills27
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows148
Combat Points2,019
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio1%
Avg Kills/Day0.27
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Nov 2014
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -