0.02
ILoveKokonoeRinErzaUrumi MenmaHoroAoi
Sep 7, 2014
Jun 5, 2013(13y)
Jun 5, 2027(291d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses7
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost2.21b
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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ILoveKokonoeRinErzaUrumi MenmaHoroAoi
Last Active
Sep 7, 2014
Birthday
Jun 5, 2013 (13 years old)
Next Birthday
Jun 5, 2027 (291 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses7
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost2.21b
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-2211705967
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
My friends, I love war.
I love holocausts. I love blitzkriegs. Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, on grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of war that can occur upon this earth.
My heart leaps with joy whenever a soldier is tossed high into the air and cut to pieces by well placed sniper rounds! It moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit stabbing over and over into the bloated chest of a long dead enemy. And there is nothing more arousing than the sounds made by prisoners of war dropping like flies, screaming in agony as they're mowed down by ear-piercing Schmeissers! When a band of pitiful resistance fighters make their final stand with nothing but small arms, only to have their city smashed to atoms, block by block by 4.8 ton bombshells, I am in ecstasy.
My friends, it is time to remind them of the sound our jack boots make against their throats!
Friends...Let's bring them hell.
I love holocausts. I love blitzkriegs. Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, on grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of war that can occur upon this earth.
My heart leaps with joy whenever a soldier is tossed high into the air and cut to pieces by well placed sniper rounds! It moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit stabbing over and over into the bloated chest of a long dead enemy. And there is nothing more arousing than the sounds made by prisoners of war dropping like flies, screaming in agony as they're mowed down by ear-piercing Schmeissers! When a band of pitiful resistance fighters make their final stand with nothing but small arms, only to have their city smashed to atoms, block by block by 4.8 ton bombshells, I am in ecstasy.
My friends, it is time to remind them of the sound our jack boots make against their throats!
Friends...Let's bring them hell.
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Sep 2014
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -