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Daylon Venn
Feb 9, 2013
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(174d)
Combat
Kills3
Losses8
Efficiency27%
ISK
Destroyed328.14m
Lost585.31m
ISK Eff.36%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points3
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Achura
0.50
Daylon Venn
Last Active
Feb 9, 2013
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (174 days)
Combat
Kills3
Losses8
Efficiency27%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed328.14m
Lost585.31m
ISK Efficiency36%
Balance-257173080
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points3
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
The First Time:
I had always wondered about it.. Would it hurt. Would that even matter. Would it be so fleeting as to render any possible pain as an afterthought.. Afterthought, that was the word. For I would be literally that for whatever micro moment between. A second split down the middle, where the corproeal evaporates into the conception of itself. Would it hurt, I wondered, when I lose myself?
There had been many, that I imagined elaborate renditions of how the event might unfold:
Some spectacular moment of glory, where all that I had hoped to accomplish climaxed into a clarity of self, and in that moment exactly the self was lost in a flash of light and darkness. Or would it be more like an off switch on everything. One moment leading to another that simply fails in it's progression. With no notice of the ceasation.
In the end it was nothing like such words on a page.
I had always wondered about it.. Would it hurt. Would that even matter. Would it be so fleeting as to render any possible pain as an afterthought.. Afterthought, that was the word. For I would be literally that for whatever micro moment between. A second split down the middle, where the corproeal evaporates into the conception of itself. Would it hurt, I wondered, when I lose myself?
There had been many, that I imagined elaborate renditions of how the event might unfold:
Some spectacular moment of glory, where all that I had hoped to accomplish climaxed into a clarity of self, and in that moment exactly the self was lost in a flash of light and darkness. Or would it be more like an off switch on everything. One moment leading to another that simply fails in it's progression. With no notice of the ceasation.
In the end it was nothing like such words on a page.
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Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -