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Saemus Voidhammer
Apr 1, 2022(4y)
Apr 1, 2027(346d)
Combat
Kills2
Losses62
Efficiency3%
ISK
Destroyed109.76m
Lost17.54b
ISK Eff.1%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows2
Points2
Other
NPC Losses27
NPC Loss Ratio44%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Amarr
5.00
Saemus Voidhammer
Birthday
Apr 1, 2022 (4 years old)
Next Birthday
Apr 1, 2027 (346 days)
Combat
Kills2
Losses62
Efficiency3%
Danger Ratio56%
ISK
Destroyed109.76m
Lost17.54b
ISK Efficiency1%
Balance-17429670263
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows2
Points2
Other
NPC Losses27
NPC Loss Ratio44%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
I am N.R.D.S.
Cavarymen's Prayer
Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead Troopers camped,
Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers’ Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers’ Green.
Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene.
No Trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he’s emptied his canteen.
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers’ Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers’ Green.
Cavarymen's Prayer
Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead Troopers camped,
Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers’ Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers’ Green.
Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene.
No Trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he’s emptied his canteen.
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers’ Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers’ Green.
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Stats
Kills0
Losses0
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: -