-1.45
Matterick Boon
Jun 30, 2010
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(157d)
Combat
Kills166
Losses40
Efficiency81%
ISK
Destroyed72.86b
Lost1.19b
ISK Eff.98%
Solo
Solo Kills22
Solo Ratio13%
Final Blows39
Points166
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Brutor
-1.45
Matterick Boon
Last Active
Jun 30, 2010
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (157 days)
Combat
Kills166
Losses40
Efficiency81%
Danger Ratio98%
ISK
Destroyed72.86b
Lost1.19b
ISK Efficiency98%
Balance+71.68b
Solo
Solo Kills22
Solo Ratio13%
Final Blows39
Points166
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
A Gallente, Minmatar and a Caldari are all captured by Mordus Headhunters and taken to the Mordus banquet hall where a huge feast is being prepared.
The Gallente asks what they are having for dinner. The chief Mordus looks at the three and shouts "You are the feast tonight! You, Gallente, you will be boiled in oil and served with a side of fries!"
The Gallente screams and faints.
"You, Caldari!" The headhunter shouts, "You will be baked into pies and your head will sit upon our table as decoration."
The Caldari checks for escapes, sees none, estimates his probability of survival at 0.00341% and resigns himself to his fate.
"And you, Minmatar, we will peel your skin off your living flesh and make a hide boat from it!"
The Minmatar quickly grabs up a fork from the banquet table and starts stabbing himself with it repeatedly.
"Yeah?" the Minmatar shouts, "I got your boat right here!"
The Gallente asks what they are having for dinner. The chief Mordus looks at the three and shouts "You are the feast tonight! You, Gallente, you will be boiled in oil and served with a side of fries!"
The Gallente screams and faints.
"You, Caldari!" The headhunter shouts, "You will be baked into pies and your head will sit upon our table as decoration."
The Caldari checks for escapes, sees none, estimates his probability of survival at 0.00341% and resigns himself to his fate.
"And you, Minmatar, we will peel your skin off your living flesh and make a hide boat from it!"
The Minmatar quickly grabs up a fork from the banquet table and starts stabbing himself with it repeatedly.
"Yeah?" the Minmatar shouts, "I got your boat right here!"
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Jun 2010
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -