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Nietzsche's Mustache
Feb 15, 2019
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(212d)
Combat
Kills19
Losses9
Efficiency68%
ISK
Destroyed183.14m
Lost2.17b
ISK Eff.8%
Solo
Solo Kills16
Solo Ratio84%
Final Blows17
Points19
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Nietzsche's Mustache
Last Active
Feb 15, 2019
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (212 days)
Combat
Kills19
Losses9
Efficiency68%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed183.14m
Lost2.17b
ISK Efficiency8%
Balance-1982357854
Solo
Solo Kills16
Solo Ratio84%
Final Blows17
Points19
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Bio
I am not a mustache, I am dynamite.
The Last Messiah
One night in times long since vanished, man awoke
and saw himself. He saw that he was naked under
the cosmos, homeless in his own body. Everything opened
up before his searching thoughts, wonder upon wonder,
terror upon terror, all blossomed in his mind.
Then woman awoke, too, and said that it was time to
go out and kill something. And man took up his bow, fruit
of the union between the soul and the hand, and went out
under the stars. But when the animals came to their water-
hole, where he out of habit waited for them, he no longer
knew the spring of the tiger in his blood, but a great psalm
to the brotherhood of suffering shared by all that lives.
That day he came home with empty hands, and when
they found him again by the rising of the new moon,
he sat dead by the waterhole.
／人 ◕ ‿‿ ◕ 人＼
The Last Messiah
One night in times long since vanished, man awoke
and saw himself. He saw that he was naked under
the cosmos, homeless in his own body. Everything opened
up before his searching thoughts, wonder upon wonder,
terror upon terror, all blossomed in his mind.
Then woman awoke, too, and said that it was time to
go out and kill something. And man took up his bow, fruit
of the union between the soul and the hand, and went out
under the stars. But when the animals came to their water-
hole, where he out of habit waited for them, he no longer
knew the spring of the tiger in his blood, but a great psalm
to the brotherhood of suffering shared by all that lives.
That day he came home with empty hands, and when
they found him again by the rising of the new moon,
he sat dead by the waterhole.
／人 ◕ ‿‿ ◕ 人＼
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Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -