0.04
Chasin Munny
Jan 11, 2017
Feb 8, 2014(12y)
Feb 8, 2027(118d)
Combat
Kills2
Losses2
Efficiency50%
ISK
Destroyed16.56m
Lost1.72b
ISK Eff.1%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio50%
Final Blows2
Combat Points2
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Intaki
0.04
Chasin Munny
Last Active
Jan 11, 2017
Birthday
Feb 8, 2014 (12 years old)
Next Birthday
Feb 8, 2027 (118 days)
Combat
Kills2
Losses2
Efficiency50%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed16.56m
Lost1.72b
ISK Efficiency1%
Balance-1706682711
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio50%
Final Blows2
Combat Points2
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
The details of my life are quite inconsequential
Very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Gallente Prime with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old Caldari prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical, summers in Luminaire, Atron lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really.
At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, an Ammarian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Gallente Prime with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old Caldari prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical, summers in Luminaire, Atron lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really.
At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, an Ammarian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Jan 2017
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -