Last ActiveJan 1, 2020
BirthdayMay 24, 2017 (9 years old)
Next BirthdayMay 24, 2027 (201 days)
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Losses5
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Danger Ratio100%
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Lost35.04m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-35036851
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Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points0
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Bio
There once was an old maid who had to clean her master's house every other Thursday, unless it was raining, then she would go outside to catch snails from the garden. She never once complained. The snails were then smashed with a fresh salmon that had been three times blessed with the shit of ravens.
The master's son would sometimes stare into the godless sky and pray for oblivion. When his father would travel abroad, which was quite often, he would dream of floppy chickens mewling like baby sheep at on a Christmas burial. It was in this cacophony of the myriad noises that he utterly lost himself.
The Master never actually traveled abroad. He just really didn't like his maid or his son. That is how he lived until his maid's incantation struck him down with fury and fire from an unrelenting sky.
Boneless and unamused, the beasts from underneath watched.
The master's son would sometimes stare into the godless sky and pray for oblivion. When his father would travel abroad, which was quite often, he would dream of floppy chickens mewling like baby sheep at on a Christmas burial. It was in this cacophony of the myriad noises that he utterly lost himself.
The Master never actually traveled abroad. He just really didn't like his maid or his son. That is how he lived until his maid's incantation struck him down with fury and fire from an unrelenting sky.
Boneless and unamused, the beasts from underneath watched.
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