-1.74
Jo Seven
Aug 2, 2018
Jul 21, 2013(13y)
Jul 21, 2027(327d)
Combat
Kills460
Losses4
Efficiency99%
ISK
Destroyed2.73t
Lost13.61b
ISK Eff.100%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows17
Points460
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.10
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Achura
-1.74
Jo Seven
Last Active
Aug 2, 2018
Birthday
Jul 21, 2013 (13 years old)
Next Birthday
Jul 21, 2027 (327 days)
Combat
Kills460
Losses4
Efficiency99%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed2.73t
Lost13.61b
ISK Efficiency100%
Balance+2.72t
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows17
Points460
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.10
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse,
In the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?
In the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Aug 2018
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -