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Marcus Valerius Martialis
Feb 7, 2024(2y)
Feb 7, 2027(244d)
Combat
Kills21
Losses20
Efficiency51%
ISK
Destroyed8.91b
Lost1.63b
ISK Eff.85%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows1
Points21
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio5%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
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Marcus Valerius Martialis
Birthday
Feb 7, 2024 (2 years old)
Next Birthday
Feb 7, 2027 (244 days)
Combat
Kills21
Losses20
Efficiency51%
Danger Ratio95%
ISK
Destroyed8.91b
Lost1.63b
ISK Efficiency85%
Balance+7.29b
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows1
Points21
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio5%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
By daily making himself sick
With minuscule drops of arsenic
King Mithridates once built up
Immunity to the poison-cup.
In the same way, your small, vile, dinner
Saves you from death by hunger, Cinna
Because my cook ruined the mutton
I thrashed him. You protested: "Glutton!
Tyrant! The punishment should fit
The crime--You can't assault a man
For a spoilt dinner!" Yes, I can
What worse crime can a cook commit?
If from the baths you hear a round of applause,
Igor the Assassin's Great Prick is bound to the be cause!
Why have I no desire to marry riches?
Because, my friend, I want to wear the breeches.
Wives should obey their husbands, only then
Can women share equality with men
She longs for me to "have and hold" her
In marriage. I've no mind to.
She's old. If she were even older,
I might be half inclined to.
Galla, since you invariably fancy
Long hair and soft, combed beards, by now you've wed
Six or seven husbands, each of them a nancy.
Afterwards, when they've failed the test in bed
(Cocks like wet leather that won't get a stand on
However hard your hand pumps), you abandon
The weaponless field and the unmanly men-
And fall into the same old trap again.
Find some uncouth, rough-chinned philosopher
Who's always harping on about the days that were!
You'll find one: But that grim "Old Roman" set
Is riddled with queers. Real men are hard to get.
Rigidly classical, you save
Your praise for poets in the grave.
Forgive me, it's not worth my while
Dying to earn your critical smile.
Readers and listeners like my books,
Yet a certain poet calls them crude.
What do I care? I serve up food
To please my guests, not fellow cooks!
All credit to the poet and epigrammatist Martial (Marcus Valerius Martialis, and trsnltr Jamies Michie)
Who lived in the early days of the Roman Principate
With great prestige and little means, giving him insight into the virtuous and the sinful, the rich and poor alike.
With minuscule drops of arsenic
King Mithridates once built up
Immunity to the poison-cup.
In the same way, your small, vile, dinner
Saves you from death by hunger, Cinna
Because my cook ruined the mutton
I thrashed him. You protested: "Glutton!
Tyrant! The punishment should fit
The crime--You can't assault a man
For a spoilt dinner!" Yes, I can
What worse crime can a cook commit?
If from the baths you hear a round of applause,
Igor the Assassin's Great Prick is bound to the be cause!
Why have I no desire to marry riches?
Because, my friend, I want to wear the breeches.
Wives should obey their husbands, only then
Can women share equality with men
She longs for me to "have and hold" her
In marriage. I've no mind to.
She's old. If she were even older,
I might be half inclined to.
Galla, since you invariably fancy
Long hair and soft, combed beards, by now you've wed
Six or seven husbands, each of them a nancy.
Afterwards, when they've failed the test in bed
(Cocks like wet leather that won't get a stand on
However hard your hand pumps), you abandon
The weaponless field and the unmanly men-
And fall into the same old trap again.
Find some uncouth, rough-chinned philosopher
Who's always harping on about the days that were!
You'll find one: But that grim "Old Roman" set
Is riddled with queers. Real men are hard to get.
Rigidly classical, you save
Your praise for poets in the grave.
Forgive me, it's not worth my while
Dying to earn your critical smile.
Readers and listeners like my books,
Yet a certain poet calls them crude.
What do I care? I serve up food
To please my guests, not fellow cooks!
All credit to the poet and epigrammatist Martial (Marcus Valerius Martialis, and trsnltr Jamies Michie)
Who lived in the early days of the Roman Principate
With great prestige and little means, giving him insight into the virtuous and the sinful, the rich and poor alike.
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -