2.11
Roary Breaker
Jun 23, 2020
Dec 30, 2010(15y)
Dec 30, 2026(206d)
Combat
Kills92
Losses15
Efficiency86%
ISK
Destroyed115.44b
Lost607.80m
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows6
Points92
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio7%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Brutor
2.11
Roary Breaker
Last Active
Jun 23, 2020
Birthday
Dec 30, 2010 (15 years old)
Next Birthday
Dec 30, 2026 (206 days)
Combat
Kills92
Losses15
Efficiency86%
Danger Ratio93%
ISK
Destroyed115.44b
Lost607.80m
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+114.83b
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows6
Points92
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio7%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
Roary? Yeah I know Roary.
He's not to be underestimated, you've got to look past the distinct facade.
A few nights ago Roary's Roger iron rusted, so he has gone to the battle-cruiser to watch the end of a football game. Nobody is watching the custard so he has turned the channel over.
A fat man's north opens and he wanders up and turns the Liza over. 'Now f*ck off and watch it somewhere else.'
Roary knows claret is imminent, but he doesn't want to miss the end of the game; so, calm as a coma, he stands and picks up a fire extinguisher and he walks straight past the jam rolls who are ready for action, then he plonks it outside the entrance. He then orders an Aristotle of the most ping pong tiddly in the nuclear sub and switches back to his footer.
'That's f*cking it,' says the guy.
'That's f*cking what?' says Roary.
Roary gobs out a mouthful of booze covering fatty; he flicks a flaming match into his bird's nest and the man lit up like a leaking gas pipe.
Roary, unfazed, turned back to watch his game.
His team won too. Four-nil.
He's not to be underestimated, you've got to look past the distinct facade.
A few nights ago Roary's Roger iron rusted, so he has gone to the battle-cruiser to watch the end of a football game. Nobody is watching the custard so he has turned the channel over.
A fat man's north opens and he wanders up and turns the Liza over. 'Now f*ck off and watch it somewhere else.'
Roary knows claret is imminent, but he doesn't want to miss the end of the game; so, calm as a coma, he stands and picks up a fire extinguisher and he walks straight past the jam rolls who are ready for action, then he plonks it outside the entrance. He then orders an Aristotle of the most ping pong tiddly in the nuclear sub and switches back to his footer.
'That's f*cking it,' says the guy.
'That's f*cking what?' says Roary.
Roary gobs out a mouthful of booze covering fatty; he flicks a flaming match into his bird's nest and the man lit up like a leaking gas pipe.
Roary, unfazed, turned back to watch his game.
His team won too. Four-nil.
Dashboard
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Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -