2.00
Iorek en Augier
Dec 6, 2015
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(128d)
Combat
Kills2
Losses8
Efficiency20%
ISK
Destroyed1.57b
Lost554.84m
ISK Eff.74%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows1
Points2
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Intaki
2.00
Iorek en Augier
Last Active
Dec 6, 2015
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (128 days)
Combat
Kills2
Losses8
Efficiency20%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed1.57b
Lost554.84m
ISK Efficiency74%
Balance+1.01b
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows1
Points2
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
I thought it was a costume ball...
* * *
A bit about me
I used to smuggle crackers into Jita several years back. The Chief Executive Panel had outlawed them due to near constant cracker-related debauchery, you see. The system was shut down, martial law was declared and people huddled in their domiciles for fear and want of crackers.
I could not stand idly by while such injustice was visited upon the somewhat innocent peoples of Jita. So I smuggled crackers. Salted, unsalted, and herb-riddled alike, it mattered not. All came in and all were consumed in secret orgies of cracker-related tomfoolery.
Then came the unpleasant business of the executions. I hadn’t seen Yutukio’s eyes bulge like that since that exotic dancer kicked him in the, uh, in the shin.
The moral of the story is: you reap what you sow. I still own a hanger full of saltines. I send a box each year to all my friends. Seem to have fewer each year as a result, but that's to be expected.
* * *
A bit about me
I used to smuggle crackers into Jita several years back. The Chief Executive Panel had outlawed them due to near constant cracker-related debauchery, you see. The system was shut down, martial law was declared and people huddled in their domiciles for fear and want of crackers.
I could not stand idly by while such injustice was visited upon the somewhat innocent peoples of Jita. So I smuggled crackers. Salted, unsalted, and herb-riddled alike, it mattered not. All came in and all were consumed in secret orgies of cracker-related tomfoolery.
Then came the unpleasant business of the executions. I hadn’t seen Yutukio’s eyes bulge like that since that exotic dancer kicked him in the, uh, in the shin.
The moral of the story is: you reap what you sow. I still own a hanger full of saltines. I send a box each year to all my friends. Seem to have fewer each year as a result, but that's to be expected.
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Dec 2015
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -