5.01
Lexx Alabel
Dec 30, 2016
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(139d)
Combat
Kills359
Losses107
Efficiency77%
ISK
Destroyed70.78b
Lost7.26b
ISK Eff.91%
Solo
Solo Kills7
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows37
Points359
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio2%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
5.01
Lexx Alabel
Last Active
Dec 30, 2016
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (139 days)
Combat
Kills359
Losses107
Efficiency77%
Danger Ratio98%
ISK
Destroyed70.78b
Lost7.26b
ISK Efficiency91%
Balance+63.52b
Solo
Solo Kills7
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows37
Points359
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio2%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
I've begun my voyage in a paper boat without a bottom;
I will fly to the moon in it.
I have been folded along a crease in time, a weakness in the sheet of life.
Now, you've settled on the opposite side of the paper to me;
I can see your traces in the ink that soaks through the fibre,
the pulped vegetation.
When we become waterlogged, and the cage disintegrates, we will intermingle.
When this paper aeroplane leaves the cliff edge, and carves parallel vapour trails in the dark, we will come together.
And it will hurt. Like fire, and pain, an eternity of anguish.
The kind of things children daren't have nightmares of.
Your very essence will be eaten, bite by massive bite until all that's left is dust, writing in agony.
Then nothing but an inky black, entirely void of what makes us human. No emotion, no sensation.
True honour grows back darker.
http://i.imgur.com/Y7GUYIi.gifv
I will fly to the moon in it.
I have been folded along a crease in time, a weakness in the sheet of life.
Now, you've settled on the opposite side of the paper to me;
I can see your traces in the ink that soaks through the fibre,
the pulped vegetation.
When we become waterlogged, and the cage disintegrates, we will intermingle.
When this paper aeroplane leaves the cliff edge, and carves parallel vapour trails in the dark, we will come together.
And it will hurt. Like fire, and pain, an eternity of anguish.
The kind of things children daren't have nightmares of.
Your very essence will be eaten, bite by massive bite until all that's left is dust, writing in agony.
Then nothing but an inky black, entirely void of what makes us human. No emotion, no sensation.
True honour grows back darker.
http://i.imgur.com/Y7GUYIi.gifv
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Dec 2016
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -