4.87
BlueEcho Apache
Aug 8, 2019
Jun 2, 2011(15y)
Jun 2, 2027(271d)
Combat
Kills2
Losses25
Efficiency7%
ISK
Destroyed8.13m
Lost9.49b
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows2
Combat Points2
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Sebiestor
4.87
BlueEcho Apache
Last Active
Aug 8, 2019
Birthday
Jun 2, 2011 (15 years old)
Next Birthday
Jun 2, 2027 (271 days)
Combat
Kills2
Losses25
Efficiency7%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed8.13m
Lost9.49b
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-9485516044
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows2
Combat Points2
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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“Though my guards may sleep and my ships may lay at anchor, our foes know full well that the big guns never tire.” — Lufgt Huron, the Tyrant of Badab, 909.M41.
Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
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“Though my guards may sleep and my ships may lay at anchor, our foes know full well that the big guns never tire.” — Lufgt Huron, the Tyrant of Badab, 909.M41.
Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Aug 2019
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -