2.64
sandman23
Sep 4, 2013
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(136d)
Combat
Kills42
Losses60
Efficiency41%
ISK
Destroyed2.95b
Lost2.96b
ISK Eff.50%
Solo
Solo Kills6
Solo Ratio14%
Final Blows16
Points42
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio2%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Sebiestor
2.64
sandman23
Last Active
Sep 4, 2013
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (136 days)
Combat
Kills42
Losses60
Efficiency41%
Danger Ratio98%
ISK
Destroyed2.95b
Lost2.96b
ISK Efficiency50%
Balance-8326650
Solo
Solo Kills6
Solo Ratio14%
Final Blows16
Points42
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio2%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
In the sky there is nobody asleep.
Nobody, nobody.Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the street corner the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the stars.
[...]Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!
We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth
or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead dahlias.
But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;
flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths
in a thicket of new veins,
and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever
and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.
[...]No one is sleeping.
But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the night,
open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight
the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of theaters
Nobody, nobody.Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the street corner the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the stars.
[...]Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!
We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth
or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead dahlias.
But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;
flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths
in a thicket of new veins,
and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever
and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.
[...]No one is sleeping.
But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the night,
open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight
the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of theaters
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Sep 2013
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -