5.00
John Nightring
Dec 14, 2018
May 4, 2013(13y)
May 4, 2027(259d)
Combat
Kills10
Losses29
Efficiency26%
ISK
Destroyed3.31b
Lost742.78m
ISK Eff.82%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows1
Points10
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Intaki
5.00
John Nightring
Last Active
Dec 14, 2018
Birthday
May 4, 2013 (13 years old)
Next Birthday
May 4, 2027 (259 days)
Combat
Kills10
Losses29
Efficiency26%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed3.31b
Lost742.78m
ISK Efficiency82%
Balance+2.57b
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows1
Points10
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Dec 2018
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -