5.00
Stoned Dragonias
Apr 23, 2020
May 10, 2008(18y)
May 10, 2027(287d)
Combat
Kills281
Losses73
Efficiency79%
ISK
Destroyed119.61b
Lost4.80b
ISK Eff.96%
Solo
Solo Kills5
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows24
Points281
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio1%
Avg Kills/Day0.04
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Khanid
5.00
Stoned Dragonias
Last Active
Apr 23, 2020
Birthday
May 10, 2008 (18 years old)
Next Birthday
May 10, 2027 (287 days)
Combat
Kills281
Losses73
Efficiency79%
Danger Ratio99%
ISK
Destroyed119.61b
Lost4.80b
ISK Efficiency96%
Balance+114.81b
Solo
Solo Kills5
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows24
Points281
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio1%
Avg Kills/Day0.04
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green,
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped
Near a good old-time canteen,
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers' Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell,
The Infantry are seen,
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marine,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.
Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene,
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen,
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers' Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen.
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers' Green.
In a shady meadow green,
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped
Near a good old-time canteen,
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers' Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell,
The Infantry are seen,
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marine,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.
Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene,
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen,
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers' Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen.
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers' Green.
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Apr 2020
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -