Sep 1, 2012
Apr 5, 2012(14y)
Apr 5, 2027(205d)
Combat
Kills221
Losses38
Efficiency85%
ISK
Destroyed40.06b
Lost1.01b
ISK Eff.98%
Solo
Solo Kills3
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows36
Combat Points221
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio5%
Avg Kills/Day0.04
ActivityInactive
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Bio
The Pod Kill

Certified Bombers Bar Cloaky Fag

It's like the wild west with space ships.
You find yourself some gold in them thar hills and start mining away.
Meanwhile.... Someone steals your horse while you are inside the mine.
You walk outside carrying sacks of gold to see your horse is gone.
Sad yet determined you begin walking to the nearest outpost.
Along the way you get ambushed by outlaws.
They steal your gold and then for laughs shoot out your kneecap...
As you are sitting by the side of the trail- bleeding, broken, and poor; a stranger walks by...
"Awww poor little guy...."
The stranger hands you a bandaid, a shot of whiskey and says that you need to toughen up.
Then he steals your hat.
Moral of the story:
Enjoy the whiskey.
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Last seen Sep 2012

Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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