3.89
gorak battilio
Oct 5, 2018
Jul 4, 2011(14y)
Jul 4, 2026(36d)
Combat
Kills315
Losses104
Efficiency75%
ISK
Destroyed47.03b
Lost11.78b
ISK Eff.80%
Solo
Solo Kills60
Solo Ratio19%
Final Blows106
Points321
Other
NPC Losses17
NPC Loss Ratio16%
Avg Kills/Day0.06
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Amarr
3.89
gorak battilio
Last Active
Oct 5, 2018
Birthday
Jul 4, 2011 (14 years old)
Next Birthday
Jul 4, 2026 (36 days)
Combat
Kills315
Losses104
Efficiency75%
Danger Ratio84%
ISK
Destroyed47.03b
Lost11.78b
ISK Efficiency80%
Balance+35.25b
Solo
Solo Kills60
Solo Ratio19%
Final Blows106
Points321
Other
NPC Losses17
NPC Loss Ratio16%
Avg Kills/Day0.06
ActivityInactive
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Bio
Look into my eyes
“Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night.
Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.
Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world.
Was Rorschach.
Does that answer your Questions, Doctor?”
― Alan Moore, Watchmen
“Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night.
Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.
Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world.
Was Rorschach.
Does that answer your Questions, Doctor?”
― Alan Moore, Watchmen
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Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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