0.70
Mar 30, 2016
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(109d)
Combat
Kills2,067
Losses117
Efficiency95%
ISK
Destroyed2.18t
Lost19.12b
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills157
Solo Ratio8%
Final Blows346
Combat Points2,067
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio2%
Avg Kills/Day0.10
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Amarr
0.70
Last Active
Mar 30, 2016
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (109 days)
Combat
Kills2,067
Losses117
Efficiency95%
Danger Ratio98%
ISK
Destroyed2.18t
Lost19.12b
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+2.16t
Solo
Solo Kills157
Solo Ratio8%
Final Blows346
Combat Points2,067
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio2%
Avg Kills/Day0.10
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
[04:48:43] captain cutthroat > if anything it's too large
Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
[Chorus:]
Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.
The People passing by, they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
[Chorus]
His mother told him someday you will be a man,
And you would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
[Chorus]
Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
[Chorus:]
Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.
The People passing by, they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
[Chorus]
His mother told him someday you will be a man,
And you would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
[Chorus]
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Stats
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Last seen Mar 2016
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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