-0.20
May 23, 2026
Mar 12, 2013(13y)
Mar 12, 2027(189d)
Combat
Kills2,067
Losses889
Efficiency70%
ISK
Destroyed2.74t
Lost105.75b
ISK Eff.96%
Solo
Solo Kills248
Solo Ratio12%
Final Blows561
Combat Points2,060
Other
NPC Losses54
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.42
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
-0.20
Last Active
May 23, 2026
Birthday
Mar 12, 2013 (13 years old)
Next Birthday
Mar 12, 2027 (189 days)
Combat
Kills2,067
Losses889
Efficiency70%
Danger Ratio94%
ISK
Destroyed2.74t
Lost105.75b
ISK Efficiency96%
Balance+2.63t
Solo
Solo Kills248
Solo Ratio12%
Final Blows561
Combat Points2,060
Other
NPC Losses54
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.42
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Infantry
We had been trained.
People pick the army – they become mechanics, water-supply specialists, cooks, clerks – but the infantry
is different.
The Infantry picks the men: men who do poorly in math, excel at athletics, drink a lot, love their mothers, fear their fathers;
Men who have something to prove or feel they have already proven it all.
We are both proud and ashamed of what we are.
The stepchildren of the Army,
Infantrymen are like guard dogs at the rich man's house.
When people come to visit, the media, the USO, they lock us in the garage and tell us
not to bark,
but when night falls and there is noise outside, everyone is glad we're there.
Excerpt from "The Last True Story I'll Ever Tell" By John Crawford
I love the infantry because they are the underdogs. They are the mud-rain-frost-and-wind boys. They have no comforts, and they even learn to live without the necessities. And in the end they are the guys that wars can't be won without. -- Ernie Pyle
Canes Decidentes
Z-S Overview SaraShawa-Overview
Bill Barilko disappeared that summer
He was on a fishing trip
The last goal he ever scored
Won the Leafs the cup
They didn't win another 'til nineteen-sixty-two
The year he was discovered
I stole this from a hockey card
I keep tucked up under
My fifty-mission cap
I worked it in
I worked it in to look like that
It's my fifty-mission cap
It's his fifty-mission cap
And I worked it in (worked it in)
I worked it in
And I worked it in to look like that
And I worked it in to look like that
We had been trained.
People pick the army – they become mechanics, water-supply specialists, cooks, clerks – but the infantry
is different.
The Infantry picks the men: men who do poorly in math, excel at athletics, drink a lot, love their mothers, fear their fathers;
Men who have something to prove or feel they have already proven it all.
We are both proud and ashamed of what we are.
The stepchildren of the Army,
Infantrymen are like guard dogs at the rich man's house.
When people come to visit, the media, the USO, they lock us in the garage and tell us
not to bark,
but when night falls and there is noise outside, everyone is glad we're there.
Excerpt from "The Last True Story I'll Ever Tell" By John Crawford
I love the infantry because they are the underdogs. They are the mud-rain-frost-and-wind boys. They have no comforts, and they even learn to live without the necessities. And in the end they are the guys that wars can't be won without. -- Ernie Pyle
Canes Decidentes
Z-S Overview SaraShawa-Overview
Bill Barilko disappeared that summer
He was on a fishing trip
The last goal he ever scored
Won the Leafs the cup
They didn't win another 'til nineteen-sixty-two
The year he was discovered
I stole this from a hockey card
I keep tucked up under
My fifty-mission cap
I worked it in
I worked it in to look like that
It's my fifty-mission cap
It's his fifty-mission cap
And I worked it in (worked it in)
I worked it in
And I worked it in to look like that
And I worked it in to look like that
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen May 2026
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -