0.73
Kittie Sutra
Sep 2, 2020
May 16, 1969(56y)
May 16, 2026(26d)
Combat
Kills234
Losses77
Efficiency75%
ISK
Destroyed434.95b
Lost4.68b
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows11
Points234
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
0.73
Kittie Sutra
Last Active
Sep 2, 2020
Birthday
May 16, 1969 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
May 16, 2026 (26 days)
Combat
Kills234
Losses77
Efficiency75%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed434.95b
Lost4.68b
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+430.27b
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows11
Points234
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.01
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
Fortified in this shape shifting cauldron
Sterilized by the Draconic Vulcan
From ashes to life
The infernal birth right
Through savage pain
She will evolve her mind
Monsters are being bred
From famine stricken flocks
Unconsciously evolving for combat
The children of Hyperion
All vassals under Cepheon
Behold the mother of all machine gods
Her hands bound by wire
Synthetic strands lash at her back
As the blood rushes her mask
It spills, soaking her neck and chest
Still awake, he legs buckle and sway
As servos of steel hold her in place
This spasm dance
A godly display
Screams turn to laughs
As air leaks away
Dictatress, bellow your war song
A soaring howl that would horrify the old gods
Children on Empyrean
Descendants of Acheron
Behold the mother of all machine gods
Her hands bound by wire
Synthetic strands lash at her back
Her eyes roll upwards
As blood turns them black
There is a word from the old world
Unknown in this golden age
Peace
Everything they have ever known is peace
The ever present heresy of unrelenting apathy
Low passions be praised
Andara, forgive me
Sterilized by the Draconic Vulcan
From ashes to life
The infernal birth right
Through savage pain
She will evolve her mind
Monsters are being bred
From famine stricken flocks
Unconsciously evolving for combat
The children of Hyperion
All vassals under Cepheon
Behold the mother of all machine gods
Her hands bound by wire
Synthetic strands lash at her back
As the blood rushes her mask
It spills, soaking her neck and chest
Still awake, he legs buckle and sway
As servos of steel hold her in place
This spasm dance
A godly display
Screams turn to laughs
As air leaks away
Dictatress, bellow your war song
A soaring howl that would horrify the old gods
Children on Empyrean
Descendants of Acheron
Behold the mother of all machine gods
Her hands bound by wire
Synthetic strands lash at her back
Her eyes roll upwards
As blood turns them black
There is a word from the old world
Unknown in this golden age
Peace
Everything they have ever known is peace
The ever present heresy of unrelenting apathy
Low passions be praised
Andara, forgive me
Dashboard
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Kills0
Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -