5.00
Jul 23, 2019
Sep 9, 2013(12y)
Sep 9, 2026(93d)
Combat
Kills374
Losses52
Efficiency88%
ISK
Destroyed782.99b
Lost1.69b
ISK Eff.100%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows9
Points374
Other
NPC Losses4
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.08
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
5.00
Last Active
Jul 23, 2019
Birthday
Sep 9, 2013 (12 years old)
Next Birthday
Sep 9, 2026 (93 days)
Combat
Kills374
Losses52
Efficiency88%
Danger Ratio92%
ISK
Destroyed782.99b
Lost1.69b
ISK Efficiency100%
Balance+781.29b
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows9
Points374
Other
NPC Losses4
NPC Loss Ratio8%
Avg Kills/Day0.08
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
CLAY
“Prophet of the Third Neutron Pancake. Founder of the Church of Sublime Confusion. Voted ‘Most Likely to Accidentally Ascend’ by three separate AI factions.”
Clay was once a humble Federation citizen with a dream: to spread joy, understanding, and mild existential dread across the stars. Then came the vision — somewhere between an expired synth-booster and a misaligned cyno jump, he saw it: the Divine Pattern™ woven into the New Eden cluster by ancient spaghetti code.
Thus was born the Cult of Clay, a completely unrecognized rapidly growing philosophical movement centered around the belief that:
The universe is a poorly maintained simulation
Explosions are a form of communication
And everyone, deep down, is just one bad fitting away from enlightenment
TEACHINGS OF THE CULT INCLUDE:
“If the fit explodes, the lesson unfolds.”
“Local chat is sacred scripture. Especially the spam.”
“Every podding is just the universe saying: try again, but funnier.”
“The pod is the soul. The ship is just a fancy hat.”
RELIGIOUS PRACTICES:
Weekly sermons in local chat (attendance mandatory, understanding optional)
Ritual fleet warps to nowhere (bonus points for comedy timing)
Tithes may be paid in nanite paste, exotic dancers, or “whatever this weird thing is I found in a relic site.”
RECENT MIRACLES:
Once survived an entire gatecamp by convincing the campers he was already a ghost.
Accidentally bridged an entire fleet into a fashion show. No one regrets it.
Flew through a wormhole while AFK. Returned to find a shrine and several donations labeled “thanks for the vibes.”
IF YOU’RE READING THIS...
You’ve been chosen. Or targeted. Honestly, it’s the same thing around here.
Shoot Clay, and you may find only wreckage.
Spare Clay, and he may follow you forever, quoting “The 404th Epistle of the Disconnected Node.”
Choose wisely, capsuleer.
For Clay watches.
Clay judges.
Clay has no idea what he’s doing, and that makes him dangerous.
“Prophet of the Third Neutron Pancake. Founder of the Church of Sublime Confusion. Voted ‘Most Likely to Accidentally Ascend’ by three separate AI factions.”
Clay was once a humble Federation citizen with a dream: to spread joy, understanding, and mild existential dread across the stars. Then came the vision — somewhere between an expired synth-booster and a misaligned cyno jump, he saw it: the Divine Pattern™ woven into the New Eden cluster by ancient spaghetti code.
Thus was born the Cult of Clay, a completely unrecognized rapidly growing philosophical movement centered around the belief that:
The universe is a poorly maintained simulation
Explosions are a form of communication
And everyone, deep down, is just one bad fitting away from enlightenment
TEACHINGS OF THE CULT INCLUDE:
“If the fit explodes, the lesson unfolds.”
“Local chat is sacred scripture. Especially the spam.”
“Every podding is just the universe saying: try again, but funnier.”
“The pod is the soul. The ship is just a fancy hat.”
RELIGIOUS PRACTICES:
Weekly sermons in local chat (attendance mandatory, understanding optional)
Ritual fleet warps to nowhere (bonus points for comedy timing)
Tithes may be paid in nanite paste, exotic dancers, or “whatever this weird thing is I found in a relic site.”
RECENT MIRACLES:
Once survived an entire gatecamp by convincing the campers he was already a ghost.
Accidentally bridged an entire fleet into a fashion show. No one regrets it.
Flew through a wormhole while AFK. Returned to find a shrine and several donations labeled “thanks for the vibes.”
IF YOU’RE READING THIS...
You’ve been chosen. Or targeted. Honestly, it’s the same thing around here.
Shoot Clay, and you may find only wreckage.
Spare Clay, and he may follow you forever, quoting “The 404th Epistle of the Disconnected Node.”
Choose wisely, capsuleer.
For Clay watches.
Clay judges.
Clay has no idea what he’s doing, and that makes him dangerous.
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Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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