Jetemagne Ciner Nardieu
Sep 10, 2020
Jul 7, 2020(6y)
Jul 7, 2027(361d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses13
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost114.32m
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Jetemagne Ciner Nardieu
Last Active
Sep 10, 2020
Birthday
Jul 7, 2020 (6 years old)
Next Birthday
Jul 7, 2027 (361 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses13
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio92%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost114.32m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-114320387
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Bio
"Hrrrrnnggh Colonel, I'm trying to sneak around but i'm dummy thicc and the clap from my ass cheeks keeps alerting the guards." Once uttered by a lone stealth operative in-training seconds before being shot dead by his instructor, this quote spread across the galaxy like wildfire, sparking riots in several trade hubs. Cults were formed to the ass-cheek gods: Nalgas and Blyat. a heresy tantamount to treason in the Amarrian Empire, Martial law had to be declared and the military called in while field hospitals were erected in every district on affected stations. Surprisingly, the majority of deaths were not riot-related, rather, they came from elderly citizens succumbing to strokes after reading the quote on their holoproj news reels. This occured despite the censorship enforced on news agencies covering the events by the legislative arm of respective governments. Capital puishments were meted out to any one caught with merch bearing those words. Today the fuss has died down, but the effects can still be seen in shattered homes and overflowing mental wards. Whatever documentation of the events that survived is sealed behind high barricades of red tape and pinched officials' smiles. Any attempt to access these files will land you in a slaver hounds' meal bowl, if you are lucky. But if Blyat has seen fit to call you home, you may find yourself t-posed, butt-naked, floating in the freezing vacuum of space till the end of time, your last expression carved on the fragments of your shattered face, a clear warning to others.... What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
Dashboard
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Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -