-1.70
Micromancer
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 2, 2018(7y)
Jul 2, 2026(31d)
Combat
Kills671
Losses347
Efficiency66%
ISK
Destroyed2.93t
Lost101.42b
ISK Eff.97%
Solo
Solo Kills9
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows57
Points671
Other
NPC Losses27
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.23
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Jin-Mei
-1.70
Micromancer
Last Active
Jul 5, 2020
Birthday
Jul 2, 2018 (7 years old)
Next Birthday
Jul 2, 2026 (31 days)
Combat
Kills671
Losses347
Efficiency66%
Danger Ratio92%
ISK
Destroyed2.93t
Lost101.42b
ISK Efficiency97%
Balance+2.83t
Solo
Solo Kills9
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows57
Points671
Other
NPC Losses27
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.23
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
Corn Rows-born. SA-forged. Goon-sworn.
An ancient soul from the sacred forums of Something Awful, Micromancer clawed their way from shitposts to shitfits, finally docking forever in the cursed docking ring of EVE Online. Born amid grease and irony, suckled by memes older than your alliance, they roam null like a horny ghost—part scout, part explorer, part eldritch shitposter.
Known for sneaking through hostile space just to ping the locals with a deadpan “nice citadel,” they live for the weirdness and wonders that only EVE can produce. Their love for this cursed sandbox is summed up in the absurd relics of its history:
Quotes that define why they stay:
CCP_Falcon: time to penis is going to be amazing for drawing on screen
Kill: Sort Dagon (Covetor)
"Please, Rorqual-chan! Excavate my ovaries with your drones! GET ME ASS-PREGNANT WITH YOUR TITAN!!!" called out the asteroid.
Brisc Rubal > Merk and Nom - If Olmeca gets to be too big a prick, let me know and I'll tell Trump to put him on the no-fly list.
Heretic. Scout. Shitposter.
Micromancer wanders the void, whispering into the dark: “Y’all got any of that explo?”
An ancient soul from the sacred forums of Something Awful, Micromancer clawed their way from shitposts to shitfits, finally docking forever in the cursed docking ring of EVE Online. Born amid grease and irony, suckled by memes older than your alliance, they roam null like a horny ghost—part scout, part explorer, part eldritch shitposter.
Known for sneaking through hostile space just to ping the locals with a deadpan “nice citadel,” they live for the weirdness and wonders that only EVE can produce. Their love for this cursed sandbox is summed up in the absurd relics of its history:
Quotes that define why they stay:
CCP_Falcon: time to penis is going to be amazing for drawing on screen
Kill: Sort Dagon (Covetor)
"Please, Rorqual-chan! Excavate my ovaries with your drones! GET ME ASS-PREGNANT WITH YOUR TITAN!!!" called out the asteroid.
Brisc Rubal > Merk and Nom - If Olmeca gets to be too big a prick, let me know and I'll tell Trump to put him on the no-fly list.
Heretic. Scout. Shitposter.
Micromancer wanders the void, whispering into the dark: “Y’all got any of that explo?”
Dashboard
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ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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