Apr 27, 2020
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(141d)
Combat
Kills30
Losses28
Efficiency52%
ISK
Destroyed1.62b
Lost2.04b
ISK Eff.44%
Solo
Solo Kills6
Solo Ratio20%
Final Blows13
Points30
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Last Active
Apr 27, 2020
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (141 days)
Combat
Kills30
Losses28
Efficiency52%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed1.62b
Lost2.04b
ISK Efficiency44%
Balance-423444009
Solo
Solo Kills6
Solo Ratio20%
Final Blows13
Points30
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Stuey stands in the doorway, surveying the heap of bodies before him. Just seconds before, they had been living, breathing beings, men who had taunted him over his frightening demeanor. They hadn't been able to see beneath his grim exterior, to see the kind, loving man beneath. A man who loves sunsets, and soft fuzzy things, who cries at chick flicks and coos over babys. He strides to the bar, stepping over the wrecked corpses on the floor. Their blood sticks at his boots, trying to hold him, to make him stand and witness the destruction he has wrought. Empty shells fall to the floor as he reloads the cylinders of his guns. Hollowpoints, dreadful and singleminded in their purpose. He barks an order to the barman "WHISKEY, STRAIGHT UP.................................AND A BEER!". As the soothing liquor washes down his throat, another jackass brays from the doorway "Hey frankenstein, I thought halloween was over!"
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Apr 2020
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -