Apr 12, 2017
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(121d)
Combat
Kills1,178
Losses169
Efficiency87%
ISK
Destroyed201.31b
Lost20.03b
ISK Eff.91%
Solo
Solo Kills319
Solo Ratio27%
Final Blows598
Combat Points1,178
Other
NPC Losses10
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.06
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Achura
-0.51
Last Active
Apr 12, 2017
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (121 days)
Combat
Kills1,178
Losses169
Efficiency87%
Danger Ratio94%
ISK
Destroyed201.31b
Lost20.03b
ISK Efficiency91%
Balance+181.27b
Solo
Solo Kills319
Solo Ratio27%
Final Blows598
Combat Points1,178
Other
NPC Losses10
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.06
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
On the horizon was the blazing outlines of a bombed city,
the outlying areas dotted with flaming craters and fleeing refuges.
I vomited out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack
on the non-combatants, pulpifying their flesh in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst.
The mass mutilation of a world ensued, with those not being
fit for slave labor being herded into gigantic flaming pits.
We laughed as several thousand years of cultural development
were wiped out in a single blundering instant.
Gorged on guts, gouged out eyes, captives fill the breeding hive
Desecrate their sovereign world, bloated, bloody, drunken churl
Cultures crumble, races die, stench of midgets fill the sky
Smashing skulls with ghastly crunch, pretty soon we'll break for lunch
Later, as we flew through deep space, ritually disemboweling our victims
The navigator informed us that we attacked the wrong planet.
Hahaha.
"Only the paranoid survive."
the outlying areas dotted with flaming craters and fleeing refuges.
I vomited out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack
on the non-combatants, pulpifying their flesh in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst.
The mass mutilation of a world ensued, with those not being
fit for slave labor being herded into gigantic flaming pits.
We laughed as several thousand years of cultural development
were wiped out in a single blundering instant.
Gorged on guts, gouged out eyes, captives fill the breeding hive
Desecrate their sovereign world, bloated, bloody, drunken churl
Cultures crumble, races die, stench of midgets fill the sky
Smashing skulls with ghastly crunch, pretty soon we'll break for lunch
Later, as we flew through deep space, ritually disemboweling our victims
The navigator informed us that we attacked the wrong planet.
Hahaha.
"Only the paranoid survive."
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Apr 2017
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -