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Camulos
Oct 16, 2009
May 10, 2003(23y)
May 10, 2027(335d)
Combat
Kills14
Losses2
Efficiency88%
ISK
Destroyed1.53b
Lost114.84m
ISK Eff.93%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows1
Points14
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Intaki
5.00
Camulos
Last Active
Oct 16, 2009
Birthday
May 10, 2003 (23 years old)
Next Birthday
May 10, 2027 (335 days)
Combat
Kills14
Losses2
Efficiency88%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed1.53b
Lost114.84m
ISK Efficiency93%
Balance+1.42b
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows1
Points14
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
DOB: 2003.05.10
I'm fucking old...
For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven't forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood. We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival. Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game...none of them lasts forever. Your own life, or your band's, or even your species' might be owed to a restless few...drawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands and new worlds.
Herman Melville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians. He said, "I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas..."
I'm fucking old...
For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven't forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood. We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival. Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game...none of them lasts forever. Your own life, or your band's, or even your species' might be owed to a restless few...drawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands and new worlds.
Herman Melville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians. He said, "I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas..."
Dashboard
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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: -