-4.30
RedMoose927
3d ago
Oct 18, 2025(0y)
Oct 18, 2026(96d)
Combat
Kills990
Losses237
Efficiency81%
ISK
Destroyed201.87b
Lost26.21b
ISK Eff.89%
Solo
Solo Kills65
Solo Ratio7%
Final Blows245
Points1,093
Other
NPC Losses6
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day3.68
ActivityLow
Gallente
Gallente
-4.30
RedMoose927
Last Active
3d ago
Birthday
Oct 18, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday
Oct 18, 2026 (96 days)
Combat
Kills990
Losses237
Efficiency81%
Danger Ratio97%
ISK
Destroyed201.87b
Lost26.21b
ISK Efficiency89%
Balance+175.66b
Solo
Solo Kills65
Solo Ratio7%
Final Blows245
Points1,093
Other
NPC Losses6
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day3.68
ActivityLow
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
Kills6
Losses7
Efficiency46%
ISK Destroyed404.96m
ISK Lost1.58b
ISK Efficiency20%
Solo Kills1
Solo Losses5
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor5
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows4
Points50
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSmall Gang (6 kills)
Solo 17% Small 67% Fleet 17%
Avg Fleet: 5
Typically Flies
Typically Loses
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