2.08
The Troopper
Apr 17, 2020
Nov 29, 2011(14y)
Nov 29, 2026(173d)
Combat
Kills297
Losses25
Efficiency92%
ISK
Destroyed57.45b
Lost1.46b
ISK Eff.98%
Solo
Solo Kills80
Solo Ratio27%
Final Blows134
Points299
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.06
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Brutor
2.08
The Troopper
Last Active
Apr 17, 2020
Birthday
Nov 29, 2011 (14 years old)
Next Birthday
Nov 29, 2026 (173 days)
Combat
Kills297
Losses25
Efficiency92%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed57.45b
Lost1.46b
ISK Efficiency98%
Balance+55.99b
Solo
Solo Kills80
Solo Ratio27%
Final Blows134
Points299
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.06
ActivityInactive
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Bio
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back
The bugle sounds as the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As you plunge into a certain death
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And as the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day
We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds takes my horse below
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back
The bugle sounds as the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As you plunge into a certain death
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And as the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day
We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds takes my horse below
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.
Dashboard
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Kills0
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: -