2.30
11h ago
May 24, 2003(23y)
May 24, 2027(223d)
Combat
Kills14,223
Losses404
Efficiency97%
ISK
Destroyed14.28t
Lost64.68b
ISK Eff.100%
Solo
Solo Kills34
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows740
Combat Points12,833
Other
NPC Losses15
NPC Loss Ratio4%
Avg Kills/Day1.67
ActivityVery High
Minmatar
Sebiestor
2.30
Coolun' Dar
Veni Vidi Vici Inc[V1C1]
The Initiative.[INIT.]Substitute teacher on the verge of a nervous breakdown
Last Active
11h ago
Birthday
May 24, 2003 (23 years old)
Next Birthday
May 24, 2027 (223 days)
Combat
Kills14,223
Losses404
Efficiency97%
Danger Ratio96%
ISK
Destroyed14.28t
Lost64.68b
ISK Efficiency100%
Balance+14.22t
Solo
Solo Kills34
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows740
Combat Points12,833
Other
NPC Losses15
NPC Loss Ratio4%
Avg Kills/Day1.67
ActivityVery High
Bio
'We shall fight on the TCUs, we shall fight on the ihubs, we shall fight in the battleships and in cruisers, we shall fight in the reinforcement timers; we shall never surrender.' W. Churchill
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori. W. Owen.
I've been in more alliances that you've had hot dinners, boy. They've all burned like Rome; did I kill them? Maybe, or I'm just cursed!
Class of 2003.
Farewell little Susmy, farewell little Charlemagne, farewell Barbarossa you will always be loved.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori. W. Owen.
I've been in more alliances that you've had hot dinners, boy. They've all burned like Rome; did I kill them? Maybe, or I'm just cursed!
Class of 2003.
Farewell little Susmy, farewell little Charlemagne, farewell Barbarossa you will always be loved.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills316
Losses11
Efficiency97%
ISK Destroyed214.54b
ISK Lost501.92m
ISK Efficiency100%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses1
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor110.5
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows6
Points6
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleBlob (316 kills)
Mid 2% Fleet 17% Blob 81%
Avg Fleet: 110.5 FC: Low Capital Pilot Bait (7x) Awox: 2 kills
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