5.02
Gary Zambimble
Aug 16, 2020
May 13, 2020(6y)
May 13, 2027(342d)
Combat
Kills553
Losses328
Efficiency63%
ISK
Destroyed254.25b
Lost285.60b
ISK Eff.47%
Solo
Solo Kills30
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows129
Points553
Other
NPC Losses25
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.25
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Ni-Kunni
5.02
Gary Zambimble
Last Active
Aug 16, 2020
Birthday
May 13, 2020 (6 years old)
Next Birthday
May 13, 2027 (342 days)
Combat
Kills553
Losses328
Efficiency63%
Danger Ratio92%
ISK
Destroyed254.25b
Lost285.60b
ISK Efficiency47%
Balance-31353934851
Solo
Solo Kills30
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows129
Points553
Other
NPC Losses25
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.25
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
MY LEGEND BEGINS
There we stood, each of us astride the command decks of our respective black ops ships. We were veterans. Steely-eyed predators who had died a thousand deaths, and for each time our capsules ruptured, we took ten of the enemy down with us. Against YOLOBlops, there is no victory, only the bite of sudden defeat, as harsh and unforgiving as a Russian winter.
"Guys, how do I jump?"
Gary's voice breaks a quiet, contemplative moment, squawking over fleet comms like a crow caught in the jaws of a tiger. We sigh, don our headsets, and continue our grisly work.
Gary is a man whose lack of experience is offset by his boundless enthusiasm. A former CS:GO skins magnate, he liquidated his skins, pouring his assets into his Steam wallet. He drew from these funds to inject every possible skill he could imagine. He could fly anything, but being barely five days old, he was as subtle as an ape with a gun. His thirst for blood captured our hearts and imaginations, and so for the next two days, Gary dropped with us, at first more of a danger to us and himself than to anything else.
With every jump bridge, Gary's confidence grew. On the first night, we swore he would wet his blade with the blood of our enemy. A hunter snared a hapless miner in some backwater system, and the rest of us peeled the miner's ship apart with surgical precision while Gary loaded grid. The miner looked on in horror, scrammed and webbed in his pod, as we handed Gary the knife.
"This is your first kill," I intoned gravely.
"Be worthy of it."
The miner's horror only grew as Gary set to his task, his inexpert movements unsure, even as the miner was held motionless. Finally, Gary's blade found home, piercing to the core of the capsule and spilling the fluid into space. The miner's life extinguished, the rest of us looked to one another and exchanged a nod of affirmation. Gary was a man now. Gary was one of us.
-Djavak Andrard
There we stood, each of us astride the command decks of our respective black ops ships. We were veterans. Steely-eyed predators who had died a thousand deaths, and for each time our capsules ruptured, we took ten of the enemy down with us. Against YOLOBlops, there is no victory, only the bite of sudden defeat, as harsh and unforgiving as a Russian winter.
"Guys, how do I jump?"
Gary's voice breaks a quiet, contemplative moment, squawking over fleet comms like a crow caught in the jaws of a tiger. We sigh, don our headsets, and continue our grisly work.
Gary is a man whose lack of experience is offset by his boundless enthusiasm. A former CS:GO skins magnate, he liquidated his skins, pouring his assets into his Steam wallet. He drew from these funds to inject every possible skill he could imagine. He could fly anything, but being barely five days old, he was as subtle as an ape with a gun. His thirst for blood captured our hearts and imaginations, and so for the next two days, Gary dropped with us, at first more of a danger to us and himself than to anything else.
With every jump bridge, Gary's confidence grew. On the first night, we swore he would wet his blade with the blood of our enemy. A hunter snared a hapless miner in some backwater system, and the rest of us peeled the miner's ship apart with surgical precision while Gary loaded grid. The miner looked on in horror, scrammed and webbed in his pod, as we handed Gary the knife.
"This is your first kill," I intoned gravely.
"Be worthy of it."
The miner's horror only grew as Gary set to his task, his inexpert movements unsure, even as the miner was held motionless. Finally, Gary's blade found home, piercing to the core of the capsule and spilling the fluid into space. The miner's life extinguished, the rest of us looked to one another and exchanged a nod of affirmation. Gary was a man now. Gary was one of us.
-Djavak Andrard
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Final Blows0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -