-2.99
Static Equilibrium
Feb 26, 2016
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(113d)
Combat
Kills64
Losses22
Efficiency74%
ISK
Destroyed2.97b
Lost291.33m
ISK Eff.91%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows11
Combat Points64
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Ni-Kunni
-2.99
Static Equilibrium
The FriendShip[6EVER]El Jefe
Last Active
Feb 26, 2016
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (113 days)
Combat
Kills64
Losses22
Efficiency74%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed2.97b
Lost291.33m
ISK Efficiency91%
Balance+2.68b
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio2%
Final Blows11
Combat Points64
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Bio
I would write a paragraph describing my countless efforts to train day old newbros to the elitism of PvP, but since I have zero life outside of this game I will instead write a multipart essay that will eventually manifest itself to 8 movies despite being a 7 book story.
Chapter 1- The Boy Who Lived
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say
that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last
people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious,
because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made
drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did
have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had
nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she
spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the
neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their
opin
Chapter 1- The Boy Who Lived
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say
that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last
people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious,
because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made
drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did
have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had
nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she
spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the
neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their
opin
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