SPIKEBEBOP
Native Freshfood [NF] Last ActiveAug 19, 2019
BirthdayJul 22, 2006 (20 years old)
Next BirthdayJul 22, 2027 (281 days)
Combat
Kills34
Losses11
Efficiency76%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed4.89b
Lost2.86b
ISK Efficiency63%
Balance+2.03b
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows12
Combat Points34
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Bio
In the begining a man was born, his life was thrust upon new wonders that a mind of hid caliber and never imagined. Aplace where his personal freedoms felt more free than the life he had back in the real world. the freedom to explore, the freedom to learn, the freedom to make something more than what was expected. As the man continued his journey through this new cosmos he encounter others who had felt this same need to strike out, to explore thier own freedoms. They buildt a wonderful a wonderful place that was all their own, fought, mined precious minerals, made mess's of piarte cartels. The others were visted by another faction, they demanded repentance and tribute, as we had only but a few in what our corp was we did what was needed to survive. Tribute payed and all incidents forgiven we joined our first alliance. DOMINATION, is what we did in our few regions we controlled. pirates ran scared, gate campers never uncloaked, the sound of shrill screams were heared throughout geremante and the great wildlands. For years this was the way of things, what a time to be, friends, good battles, good times............but.........nothing.....lasts........forever not even the light. What began as a misunderstanding and a poor attempt at acquiring another persons nyx, the greatest and most devastating war that we had ever seen was thrust upon our sector the likes of which had never been seen, well by me at least. the swarm infected us like a horde of goons, no where to run, no where to hide, all of our space, the very thing we all live in was now to small for the lot of us and the invading side was winning, hard. Driven from the land that had been a wonderous time in thier lives was over. Forced back to lowsec space and no way to join another corp, time spent tolling in stations trying to complete any and all logistics to arrange for an attempt at a normal eve based existance but that was in no way going to be a opition for what was left of us as the swarm held all at bay like a ocean of muck that never relents.
"Roadkill" was finished. my frist experience with any mmo was this game and to this day even though its been years I still judge every space game against it, and where most meet a below average expectation, even after 12 years, even after losing everything................... the vastness calls unto me "you have much to see child of this universe
"Roadkill" was finished. my frist experience with any mmo was this game and to this day even though its been years I still judge every space game against it, and where most meet a below average expectation, even after 12 years, even after losing everything................... the vastness calls unto me "you have much to see child of this universe
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