2.29
HEHEXANDETTEXD
Nov 30, 2023(2y)
Nov 30, 2026(105d)
Combat
Kills5
Losses8
Efficiency38%
ISK
Destroyed11.47b
Lost1.61b
ISK Eff.88%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows3
Points5
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio13%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Amarr
2.29
HEHEXANDETTEXD
Birthday
Nov 30, 2023 (2 years old)
Next Birthday
Nov 30, 2026 (105 days)
Combat
Kills5
Losses8
Efficiency38%
Danger Ratio88%
ISK
Destroyed11.47b
Lost1.61b
ISK Efficiency88%
Balance+9.86b
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows3
Points5
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio13%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
To play Eve is to court madness. To play Eve well is to become madness itself.
I am HEHEXANDETTEXD, a name whispered in local chat and mispronounced in corp meetings. I am the summation of ambition, greed, and the unholy union of coffee and insomnia. A miner of Veldspar. A pilot of dubious fits. A trader whose spreadsheets span the stars. My ships are many, my clones expendable, my killboard... best left unexamined.
They say Eve is a sandbox. Lies! It is a desert, vast and cruel, where the ISK is the spice and the spice must flow. I have seen the great alliances rise and fall, their leaders shouting grandiose proclamations before docking up at the first sign of gatecamp.
In New Eden, all is PLEX, and PLEX is all. It is the currency of immortality and the reason my wallet balance oscillates like a poorly stabilized drone. I have ventured into wormholes, where Bob laughs and Sleepers devour. I have mined ice fields under the shadow of gankers, my Procurer named Please Don’t proving both ironic and prescient.
Once, I dared the machinations of the nullsec cartels. I flew my fragile ship into their sovereign space, lured by promises of vast riches and corporate camaraderie. They said, "Join us, and you will know true power." They gave me a Venture and told me to shoot rocks.
But I am not just a pilot — I am a schemer. A dreamer. A fool. I have traded goods across Jita’s burning halls, scammed by station traders and undercut by bots. I have launched PI operations that produced nothing but frustration. My fleet engagements are masterclasses in timing — a second too late, always a grid away.
Ah, but the spice, the ISK, the sweet, sweet dopamine of a well-timed market flip! For every ship lost, I have rebuilt two more, until the cycle repeats, as inevitable as a Minmatar hull breach.
I am HEHEXANDETTEXD, Scourge of Relic Sites, Hoarder of Skins. My destiny is written in the stars—and in the patch notes of the latest expansion.
For I am Eve Online, and Eve Online is me.
I am HEHEXANDETTEXD, a name whispered in local chat and mispronounced in corp meetings. I am the summation of ambition, greed, and the unholy union of coffee and insomnia. A miner of Veldspar. A pilot of dubious fits. A trader whose spreadsheets span the stars. My ships are many, my clones expendable, my killboard... best left unexamined.
They say Eve is a sandbox. Lies! It is a desert, vast and cruel, where the ISK is the spice and the spice must flow. I have seen the great alliances rise and fall, their leaders shouting grandiose proclamations before docking up at the first sign of gatecamp.
In New Eden, all is PLEX, and PLEX is all. It is the currency of immortality and the reason my wallet balance oscillates like a poorly stabilized drone. I have ventured into wormholes, where Bob laughs and Sleepers devour. I have mined ice fields under the shadow of gankers, my Procurer named Please Don’t proving both ironic and prescient.
Once, I dared the machinations of the nullsec cartels. I flew my fragile ship into their sovereign space, lured by promises of vast riches and corporate camaraderie. They said, "Join us, and you will know true power." They gave me a Venture and told me to shoot rocks.
But I am not just a pilot — I am a schemer. A dreamer. A fool. I have traded goods across Jita’s burning halls, scammed by station traders and undercut by bots. I have launched PI operations that produced nothing but frustration. My fleet engagements are masterclasses in timing — a second too late, always a grid away.
Ah, but the spice, the ISK, the sweet, sweet dopamine of a well-timed market flip! For every ship lost, I have rebuilt two more, until the cycle repeats, as inevitable as a Minmatar hull breach.
I am HEHEXANDETTEXD, Scourge of Relic Sites, Hoarder of Skins. My destiny is written in the stars—and in the patch notes of the latest expansion.
For I am Eve Online, and Eve Online is me.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -