4.93
Rayuhfuk Ensonshyn
May 11, 2020
Jun 22, 2018(8y)
Jun 22, 2027(307d)
Combat
Kills48
Losses40
Efficiency55%
ISK
Destroyed641.60b
Lost3.86b
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows5
Points48
Other
NPC Losses11
NPC Loss Ratio28%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Vherokior
4.93
Rayuhfuk Ensonshyn
Last Active
May 11, 2020
Birthday
Jun 22, 2018 (8 years old)
Next Birthday
Jun 22, 2027 (307 days)
Combat
Kills48
Losses40
Efficiency55%
Danger Ratio73%
ISK
Destroyed641.60b
Lost3.86b
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+637.74b
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows5
Points48
Other
NPC Losses11
NPC Loss Ratio28%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?
Listen up maggots! You are not special! You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake! You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else! We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the universe! We are ALL, and I do mean ALL of us.... part of the same compost pile.
You're not your job, you're not how much money you have in bank, you're not the ship you drive, you're not the contents of your wallet, you're not your fucking khakis, We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession.
Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Symbicort, Adderol, Synthetic Marijuana....
It's all going down, man.
I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.
That's worth repeating....
...working jobs we hate...
so we can buy shit
we don't need!
We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.
We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
It's only after we've lost everything... that we're free to do anything.
And then, something happened.
I let go.
Lost in oblivion.
Dark and silent and complete.
I found freedom.
Losing all hope was freedom.
I got in everyone's hostile little face.
Yes, these are bruises from fighting.
Yes, I'm comfortable with that.
I am enlightened.
- Fight Club, 1999 -
slightly paraphrased
This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?
Listen up maggots! You are not special! You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake! You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else! We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the universe! We are ALL, and I do mean ALL of us.... part of the same compost pile.
You're not your job, you're not how much money you have in bank, you're not the ship you drive, you're not the contents of your wallet, you're not your fucking khakis, We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession.
Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Symbicort, Adderol, Synthetic Marijuana....
It's all going down, man.
I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.
That's worth repeating....
...working jobs we hate...
so we can buy shit
we don't need!
We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.
We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
It's only after we've lost everything... that we're free to do anything.
And then, something happened.
I let go.
Lost in oblivion.
Dark and silent and complete.
I found freedom.
Losing all hope was freedom.
I got in everyone's hostile little face.
Yes, these are bruises from fighting.
Yes, I'm comfortable with that.
I am enlightened.
- Fight Club, 1999 -
slightly paraphrased
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