20h ago
Oct 18, 2025(0y)
Oct 18, 2026(6d)
Combat
Kills1,160
Losses271
Efficiency81%
ISK
Destroyed218.05b
Lost51.63b
ISK Eff.81%
Solo
Solo Kills77
Solo Ratio7%
Final Blows298
Combat Points1,336
Other
NPC Losses8
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day3.23
ActivityHigh
Gallente
Gallente
-5.60
Last Active
20h ago
Birthday
Oct 18, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday
Oct 18, 2026 (6 days)
Combat
Kills1,160
Losses271
Efficiency81%
Danger Ratio97%
ISK
Destroyed218.05b
Lost51.63b
ISK Efficiency81%
Balance+166.42b
Solo
Solo Kills77
Solo Ratio7%
Final Blows298
Combat Points1,336
Other
NPC Losses8
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day3.23
ActivityHigh
Bio
FAFO
VERSE I — THE SHANTYMAN
Oh, I shipped aboard a Cynabal one dark and gloomy day,
With a cargo hold of Crash and a bounty left to pay,
The FC called "Align!" through the static and the rust,
"We ride for Curse tonight, boys — in the Angels we trust!"
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE II
There's a Venture on the d-scan, mining veldspar all alone,
His drones are out, his shield is thin, his corp-mates all have flown,
We dropped out at zero and we scrambled up his drive,
"Hand the ore across, son, if you want to warp alive!"
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE III
Now CONCORD doesn't reach us where the sec status runs red,
There's no law past the stargate, just the living and the dead,
We fly Dramiels on the roam and Machariels on the brawl,
And if Local starts to spike, boys, we'll fight 'em — hull and all!
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE IV — THE FINAL VERSE
So fill your cap boosters, lads, and overheat your guns,
We'll toast to Domination loot when all the killing's done,
From Utopia to Heaven and the Great Wildlands beyond,
Raise a glass of Quafe to the outlaws — to our bond!
FINAL CHORUS — ALL HANDS, FORTISSIMO
(Overload everything. No ammo left. No regrets.)
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE I — THE SHANTYMAN
Oh, I shipped aboard a Cynabal one dark and gloomy day,
With a cargo hold of Crash and a bounty left to pay,
The FC called "Align!" through the static and the rust,
"We ride for Curse tonight, boys — in the Angels we trust!"
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE II
There's a Venture on the d-scan, mining veldspar all alone,
His drones are out, his shield is thin, his corp-mates all have flown,
We dropped out at zero and we scrambled up his drive,
"Hand the ore across, son, if you want to warp alive!"
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE III
Now CONCORD doesn't reach us where the sec status runs red,
There's no law past the stargate, just the living and the dead,
We fly Dramiels on the roam and Machariels on the brawl,
And if Local starts to spike, boys, we'll fight 'em — hull and all!
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE IV — THE FINAL VERSE
So fill your cap boosters, lads, and overheat your guns,
We'll toast to Domination loot when all the killing's done,
From Utopia to Heaven and the Great Wildlands beyond,
Raise a glass of Quafe to the outlaws — to our bond!
FINAL CHORUS — ALL HANDS, FORTISSIMO
(Overload everything. No ammo left. No regrets.)
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
Dashboard
Stats
Kills178
Losses35
Efficiency84%
ISK Destroyed20.51b
ISK Lost30.29b
ISK Efficiency40%
Solo Kills12
Solo Losses7
NPC Losses2
Blob Factor7.1
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows56
Points310
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleMid Gang (178 kills)
Solo 5% Small 40% Mid 50% Fleet 5%
Avg Fleet: 7.1 Capital Pilot Logi Pilot Bait (8x)
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