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Lord B nana
Sep 19, 2018
Mar 7, 2012(14y)
Mar 7, 2027(187d)
Combat
Kills203
Losses74
Efficiency73%
ISK
Destroyed511.61b
Lost11.70b
ISK Eff.98%
Solo
Solo Kills5
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows30
Combat Points203
Other
NPC Losses3
NPC Loss Ratio4%
Avg Kills/Day0.04
ActivityInactive
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5.00
Lord B nana
Last Active
Sep 19, 2018
Birthday
Mar 7, 2012 (14 years old)
Next Birthday
Mar 7, 2027 (187 days)
Combat
Kills203
Losses74
Efficiency73%
Danger Ratio96%
ISK
Destroyed511.61b
Lost11.70b
ISK Efficiency98%
Balance+499.91b
Solo
Solo Kills5
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows30
Combat Points203
Other
NPC Losses3
NPC Loss Ratio4%
Avg Kills/Day0.04
ActivityInactive
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Bio
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
“there is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.” ernest hemingway
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
“there is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.” ernest hemingway
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
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Last seen Sep 2018
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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