4.43
WarNerd16
Dec 23, 2015
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(112d)
Combat
Kills26
Losses23
Efficiency53%
ISK
Destroyed928.14m
Lost2.20b
ISK Eff.30%
Solo
Solo Kills10
Solo Ratio38%
Final Blows16
Combat Points26
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Deteis
4.43
WarNerd16
Last Active
Dec 23, 2015
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (112 days)
Combat
Kills26
Losses23
Efficiency53%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed928.14m
Lost2.20b
ISK Efficiency30%
Balance-1274139623
Solo
Solo Kills10
Solo Ratio38%
Final Blows16
Combat Points26
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Despite all my rage i'm still just a rat in a cage.
ECM not a tank?
Enjoy not shooting my lack of tank.
The battle is a cyclone of metal and fire, countless spaceships circling and cutting at each others' hulls. Something thirsts for blood, but it isn't the pilots themselves. They're just leaves in the tornado, helpless as outside forces drive them to wound and slay one another.
As two pilots come face to face, IFF computers remind them that they're enemies, and heads-up displays fill their eyes with red. They could have been friends, but in wartime, the choice is not theirs to make.
The Caldari Prayer:
Our missles, who art in launchers
Hallowed be thy payload
Thy warhead come
Our enemies be done
In low sec
As it is in Empire
Give us this gank
Our daily gank
And forgive us our WCS's
But we do not forgive those that use them against us
And lead us not into bubbles
But deliver us from scramblers
For thine is the explosive
The kinetic
And the thermal
EM.
ECM not a tank?
Enjoy not shooting my lack of tank.
The battle is a cyclone of metal and fire, countless spaceships circling and cutting at each others' hulls. Something thirsts for blood, but it isn't the pilots themselves. They're just leaves in the tornado, helpless as outside forces drive them to wound and slay one another.
As two pilots come face to face, IFF computers remind them that they're enemies, and heads-up displays fill their eyes with red. They could have been friends, but in wartime, the choice is not theirs to make.
The Caldari Prayer:
Our missles, who art in launchers
Hallowed be thy payload
Thy warhead come
Our enemies be done
In low sec
As it is in Empire
Give us this gank
Our daily gank
And forgive us our WCS's
But we do not forgive those that use them against us
And lead us not into bubbles
But deliver us from scramblers
For thine is the explosive
The kinetic
And the thermal
EM.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Dec 2015
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -