-1.31

Cautiously Pessimistic

All-Out[A-OUT]

White Stag Exit Bag[NO.GF]

Mar 11, 2020

Jan 10, 2017(9y)

Jan 10, 2027(221d)

Combat

Kills1,497

Losses2,497

Efficiency37%

ISK

Destroyed657.64b

Lost10.79b

ISK Eff.98%

Solo

Solo Kills690

Solo Ratio46%

Final Blows910

Points1,497

Other

NPC Losses2,211

NPC Loss Ratio89%

Avg Kills/Day0.44

ActivityInactive

Gallente

-1.31

Cautiously Pessimistic

All-Out[A-OUT]

White Stag Exit Bag[NO.GF]

Last Active

Mar 11, 2020

Birthday

Jan 10, 2017 (9 years old)

Next Birthday

Jan 10, 2027 (221 days)

Combat

Kills1,497

Losses2,497

Efficiency37%

Danger Ratio11%

ISK

Destroyed657.64b

Lost10.79b

ISK Efficiency98%

Balance+646.85b

Solo

Solo Kills690

Solo Ratio46%

Final Blows910

Points1,497

Other

NPC Losses2,211

NPC Loss Ratio89%

Avg Kills/Day0.44

ActivityInactive

No data available

Bio

Where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand, this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one’s own taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person’s love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term “generosity of spirit” applied to nothing, was a cliche, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire- meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface, was all that anyone found meaning in…this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged

Dashboard

Stats

Kills0

Losses0

Efficiency0%

ISK Destroyed0

ISK Lost0

ISK Efficiency0%

Solo Kills0

Solo Losses0

NPC Losses0

Blob Factor0