0.08
Ritual Union
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(119d)
Combat
Kills479
Losses216
Efficiency69%
ISK
Destroyed62.56b
Lost9.83b
ISK Eff.86%
Solo
Solo Kills124
Solo Ratio26%
Final Blows226
Combat Points479
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Sebiestor
0.08
Ritual Union
Last Active
Jan 3, 2016
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (119 days)
Combat
Kills479
Losses216
Efficiency69%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed62.56b
Lost9.83b
ISK Efficiency86%
Balance+52.73b
Solo
Solo Kills124
Solo Ratio26%
Final Blows226
Combat Points479
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
PewPew Nerds
A Sonnet of a Capsuleer
Oh Ammake, where my Maelstrom did crawl,
Through dim-lit glass I scarce could see at all;
The frigates laughed, my wreckage marked the fall.
In VSIG’s dark reach I joined a noisy crew,
Of pilots green and many, foolish too;
We fed the wolves—yet there my learning grew.
In Ostingele’s fields I sought the grail,
Trod each blaze, though ruin claimed the rest;
From burning wrecks I learned what worked the best.
Around Hevrice I roamed the starlit tide,
Met dancing steel where fates of ships collide;
At times I rose where once I only died.
The Tuskers’ band, took pity on my soul,
They took me in, they gave me a home;
I fumbled still, yet learned to fly and roam.
In Bosboger I chased my final flame,
Where battles bright still carried joy, not shame;
Then silence fell, and years concealed my name.
In Hevrice back I undock, stars both strange and new,
Around its lanes lie bubbles where none were in view;
My pirate hulls barred, yet still I laugh anew.
I sail on words where once I flew through dread,
New Eden lingers, though mostly in my head.
A Sonnet of a Capsuleer
Oh Ammake, where my Maelstrom did crawl,
Through dim-lit glass I scarce could see at all;
The frigates laughed, my wreckage marked the fall.
In VSIG’s dark reach I joined a noisy crew,
Of pilots green and many, foolish too;
We fed the wolves—yet there my learning grew.
In Ostingele’s fields I sought the grail,
Trod each blaze, though ruin claimed the rest;
From burning wrecks I learned what worked the best.
Around Hevrice I roamed the starlit tide,
Met dancing steel where fates of ships collide;
At times I rose where once I only died.
The Tuskers’ band, took pity on my soul,
They took me in, they gave me a home;
I fumbled still, yet learned to fly and roam.
In Bosboger I chased my final flame,
Where battles bright still carried joy, not shame;
Then silence fell, and years concealed my name.
In Hevrice back I undock, stars both strange and new,
Around its lanes lie bubbles where none were in view;
My pirate hulls barred, yet still I laugh anew.
I sail on words where once I flew through dread,
New Eden lingers, though mostly in my head.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Jan 2016
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -