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Denis MacCumber
2d ago
May 26, 2018(8y)
May 26, 2027(238d)
Combat
Kills412
Losses433
Efficiency49%
ISK
Destroyed118.27b
Lost25.89b
ISK Eff.82%
Solo
Solo Kills124
Solo Ratio30%
Final Blows184
Combat Points346
Other
NPC Losses57
NPC Loss Ratio13%
Avg Kills/Day0.14
ActivityHigh
Minmatar
Vherokior
5.00
Denis MacCumber
Last Active
2d ago
Birthday
May 26, 2018 (8 years old)
Next Birthday
May 26, 2027 (238 days)
Combat
Kills412
Losses433
Efficiency49%
Danger Ratio87%
ISK
Destroyed118.27b
Lost25.89b
ISK Efficiency82%
Balance+92.38b
Solo
Solo Kills124
Solo Ratio30%
Final Blows184
Combat Points346
Other
NPC Losses57
NPC Loss Ratio13%
Avg Kills/Day0.14
ActivityHigh
Bio
≡√≡ Online
The stars had always called to Denis MacCumber. As a child, he would press his face against the viewport of his familys habitat on Astoh, straining to see beyond its vast shadow into the deeper darkness where distant suns beckoned. Now, at thirty-eight, he pilots the interstellar transport vessel Ganja across the void between systems, carrying essential medical marijuana supplies that no automated ship can be trusted to deliver.
Denis wasn't supposed to be alone. The Ganja was designed for a crew of five, but budget cuts and the growing reliability of AI systems had whittled away the human presence until only a single pilot remained—a reluctant concession to regulations requiring human oversight for critical cargo.
In his quarters, Denis keeps a small terrarium of earth plants—his only living companions. He talks to them sometimes, explaining the stellar phenomena they pass, describing the silent ballet of distant nebulae that paint the blackness with impossible colors. The plants never answer, but he imagines they appreciate the carbon dioxide of his words.
Each night cycle, Denis records his mandatory log entry, his voice echoing in the empty command center: "Day 847 All systems nominal." Then after a pause "Still here" What he doesn't record is how he presses his hand against the observation dome, feeling the cold that separates him from the vacuum, wondering what it would be like to touch a star.
He had dreamed of space since childhood, but not like this—not in endless isolation, ferrying cargo between worlds he never truly visits. Yet someone must make these journeys. Someone must ensure the colonies receive their lifelines. And so Denis continues, a reluctant guardian of the spaces between worlds, secretly hoping that somewhere in the vast emptiness, he might find something—or someone—that makes the journey worth more than its destination.
Kill: General Kappler (Capsule) <--Good hunt
https://zkillboard.com/kill/125409012/
https://zkillboard.com/kill/125153812/
https://zkillboard.com/kill/130707338/
https://zkillboard.com/kill/135364599/
The stars had always called to Denis MacCumber. As a child, he would press his face against the viewport of his familys habitat on Astoh, straining to see beyond its vast shadow into the deeper darkness where distant suns beckoned. Now, at thirty-eight, he pilots the interstellar transport vessel Ganja across the void between systems, carrying essential medical marijuana supplies that no automated ship can be trusted to deliver.
Denis wasn't supposed to be alone. The Ganja was designed for a crew of five, but budget cuts and the growing reliability of AI systems had whittled away the human presence until only a single pilot remained—a reluctant concession to regulations requiring human oversight for critical cargo.
In his quarters, Denis keeps a small terrarium of earth plants—his only living companions. He talks to them sometimes, explaining the stellar phenomena they pass, describing the silent ballet of distant nebulae that paint the blackness with impossible colors. The plants never answer, but he imagines they appreciate the carbon dioxide of his words.
Each night cycle, Denis records his mandatory log entry, his voice echoing in the empty command center: "Day 847 All systems nominal." Then after a pause "Still here" What he doesn't record is how he presses his hand against the observation dome, feeling the cold that separates him from the vacuum, wondering what it would be like to touch a star.
He had dreamed of space since childhood, but not like this—not in endless isolation, ferrying cargo between worlds he never truly visits. Yet someone must make these journeys. Someone must ensure the colonies receive their lifelines. And so Denis continues, a reluctant guardian of the spaces between worlds, secretly hoping that somewhere in the vast emptiness, he might find something—or someone—that makes the journey worth more than its destination.
Kill: General Kappler (Capsule) <--Good hunt
https://zkillboard.com/kill/125409012/
https://zkillboard.com/kill/125153812/
https://zkillboard.com/kill/130707338/
https://zkillboard.com/kill/135364599/
Dashboard
Stats
Kills49
Losses31
Efficiency61%
ISK Destroyed4.84b
ISK Lost3.49b
ISK Efficiency58%
Solo Kills9
Solo Losses18
NPC Losses5
Blob Factor7.88
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows16
Points48
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSmall Gang (49 kills)
Solo 16% Small 41% Mid 18% Fleet 24%
Avg Fleet: 7.9 Bait (4x) Awox: 5 kills
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