4.30
andrew lospostom
Sep 8, 2026
Jan 12, 2014(12y)
Jan 12, 2027(91d)
Combat
Kills1,854
Losses279
Efficiency87%
ISK
Destroyed3.14t
Lost14.21b
ISK Eff.100%
Solo
Solo Kills21
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows104
Combat Points1,330
Other
NPC Losses9
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day0.40
ActivityVery High
Gallente
Gallente
4.30
andrew lospostom
Last Active
Sep 8, 2026
Birthday
Jan 12, 2014 (12 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 12, 2027 (91 days)
Combat
Kills1,854
Losses279
Efficiency87%
Danger Ratio97%
ISK
Destroyed3.14t
Lost14.21b
ISK Efficiency100%
Balance+3.13t
Solo
Solo Kills21
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows104
Combat Points1,330
Other
NPC Losses9
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day0.40
ActivityVery High
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Once upon a time there was a wise man that lived in a little vilage on a remote corner of the Empire.
One day, the son of the village chief received a splendid horse for his birthday.
"Alas, how fortunate!", cried the villagers.
But the wise man only said: "we'll see".
Some time later, the son of the village chief fell from his new horse, and broke his leg.
"Alas, how unlucky!", cried the villagers.
But the wise man only said: "we'll see".
A week later, an emissary from the Dragon Throne arrived; the Emperor wished to raise a mighty army to fight the northern barbarians, and as such all able-bodied male villagers were to be drafted into the Imperial Army.
But the son of the village chief, with his mangled leg, was not accepted.
"Alas, how lucky!", cried the villagers.
The wise man began to speak: "we'll -"
But the villagers were tired of his smart-ass ways, and beat him to death with a stick.
The End.
One day, the son of the village chief received a splendid horse for his birthday.
"Alas, how fortunate!", cried the villagers.
But the wise man only said: "we'll see".
Some time later, the son of the village chief fell from his new horse, and broke his leg.
"Alas, how unlucky!", cried the villagers.
But the wise man only said: "we'll see".
A week later, an emissary from the Dragon Throne arrived; the Emperor wished to raise a mighty army to fight the northern barbarians, and as such all able-bodied male villagers were to be drafted into the Imperial Army.
But the son of the village chief, with his mangled leg, was not accepted.
"Alas, how lucky!", cried the villagers.
The wise man began to speak: "we'll -"
But the villagers were tired of his smart-ass ways, and beat him to death with a stick.
The End.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills245
Losses11
Efficiency96%
ISK Destroyed164.11b
ISK Lost453.09m
ISK Efficiency100%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses2
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor64.28
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows8
Points13
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleFleet (233 kills)
Small 4% Mid 6% Fleet 47% Blob 43%
Avg Fleet: 67.1 FC: Low Logi Pilot Bait (7x)
Typically Loses
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