2.74
The Jazz Cabbage
Jun 6, 2024(1y)
Jun 6, 2026(2d)
Combat
Kills245
Losses30
Efficiency89%
ISK
Destroyed33.68b
Lost691.54m
ISK Eff.98%
Solo
Solo Kills18
Solo Ratio7%
Final Blows25
Points245
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.34
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Deteis
2.74
The Jazz Cabbage
Birthday
Jun 6, 2024 (1 years old)
Next Birthday
Jun 6, 2026 (2 days)
Combat
Kills245
Losses30
Efficiency89%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed33.68b
Lost691.54m
ISK Efficiency98%
Balance+32.99b
Solo
Solo Kills18
Solo Ratio7%
Final Blows25
Points245
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.34
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
I'm just back from the Fallon & Byrne corporate gorgeathon,
where i was treated to an all expenses paid Nosh up with any choice of beverage i desired
and bottomless grey goose mimosas as an optional bonus bev.
Goose, juice and two smoking barrels of Iberian ham later,
i was fucked up and strung out in a premature goose cloud,
Lying down on the marble worktop down at the deli counter taking chunky chomps of soft luxurian smoked gouda and washing it down with unlimited cab sav.
The concoction hit me hard and fast, inspiring a terrific moment of polarity and self importance.
"Who hear fears death" i shouted holding aloft a lengthy piece of chorizo, swinging it round my head like some kind of meaty lasso.
The crowd which had assembled consisted of mid to elite tier salary drones from the legacy finance and investment sector based in the city centre. Interspersed with numerous up and coming millennial butt chasers fresh out the grand canal box for an eight out cyber grapht in either facebook, google or twitter. the defacto holy trinity of the modern age
"Who hear fears death" i shouted, "Go home your drunk" mumbled a lady wearing a repeal jumper and a pink fal raven backpack much to the smirky merth of her involentry assembled co-workers. "Shut your hole" shouted Zonad, clentching any anally retentive discourse from the millennials who ironically would probably use the App discord later on to share their dissatisfaction with my moment of glory.
Zonad is corse like a good friend he had my back and softened the cough of the tech pussies with all the volitlity of a snapping rattlesnake.
"I fear nothing but death itself" i shouted, realizing that i had fucked up cause i was so drunk and then said "i'm sorry, i meant to say i fear nothing but fear itself". The i followed that up with another cavate "but even then I dont fear, fear because im covered and my family are convered in the event of my unfortunate demise, by Zurich".
The crowd rudely kept eating tried to ignore the Conor William shaped elephant in the room. Their ignorance was astounding.
With that, I fucking kicked over the sachet box, took a chunk of gouda, said see ya later and fucked right out of Fallon and byrne. Took an uber home and went to bed in my underwear
where i was treated to an all expenses paid Nosh up with any choice of beverage i desired
and bottomless grey goose mimosas as an optional bonus bev.
Goose, juice and two smoking barrels of Iberian ham later,
i was fucked up and strung out in a premature goose cloud,
Lying down on the marble worktop down at the deli counter taking chunky chomps of soft luxurian smoked gouda and washing it down with unlimited cab sav.
The concoction hit me hard and fast, inspiring a terrific moment of polarity and self importance.
"Who hear fears death" i shouted holding aloft a lengthy piece of chorizo, swinging it round my head like some kind of meaty lasso.
The crowd which had assembled consisted of mid to elite tier salary drones from the legacy finance and investment sector based in the city centre. Interspersed with numerous up and coming millennial butt chasers fresh out the grand canal box for an eight out cyber grapht in either facebook, google or twitter. the defacto holy trinity of the modern age
"Who hear fears death" i shouted, "Go home your drunk" mumbled a lady wearing a repeal jumper and a pink fal raven backpack much to the smirky merth of her involentry assembled co-workers. "Shut your hole" shouted Zonad, clentching any anally retentive discourse from the millennials who ironically would probably use the App discord later on to share their dissatisfaction with my moment of glory.
Zonad is corse like a good friend he had my back and softened the cough of the tech pussies with all the volitlity of a snapping rattlesnake.
"I fear nothing but death itself" i shouted, realizing that i had fucked up cause i was so drunk and then said "i'm sorry, i meant to say i fear nothing but fear itself". The i followed that up with another cavate "but even then I dont fear, fear because im covered and my family are convered in the event of my unfortunate demise, by Zurich".
The crowd rudely kept eating tried to ignore the Conor William shaped elephant in the room. Their ignorance was astounding.
With that, I fucking kicked over the sachet box, took a chunk of gouda, said see ya later and fucked right out of Fallon and byrne. Took an uber home and went to bed in my underwear
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Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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