0.32
Tyr Miklagaard
Sep 12, 2014
Jul 25, 2014(11y)
Jul 25, 2026(47d)
Combat
Kills6
Losses39
Efficiency13%
ISK
Destroyed1.78b
Lost618.78m
ISK Eff.74%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio17%
Final Blows1
Points6
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
0.32
Tyr Miklagaard
Last Active
Sep 12, 2014
Birthday
Jul 25, 2014 (11 years old)
Next Birthday
Jul 25, 2026 (47 days)
Combat
Kills6
Losses39
Efficiency13%
Danger Ratio97%
ISK
Destroyed1.78b
Lost618.78m
ISK Efficiency74%
Balance+1.16b
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio17%
Final Blows1
Points6
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
"A cleaved head no longer plots."
My head hurts like hell
Can't open my eyes
My clothes are all wet
And I'm freezing right through
Don't know where I am
Or how to get home
My arms feel so numb
And it's hard to get up
My muscles, they ache
With every move
I stand on my feet
But my knees fell so weak
Somebody wake me
From this horrible dream
Somebody save me
From this terror I feel
I stumble around
On the soft muddy ground
I call out the name
Of the friends I can't find
But only the wind
And the ravens reply
With every gasp
With every breath
Smoke fills my lungs
And my intestines wrench
With every gasp
The sweet taste of death
The air is full
Of a thick pungent stench
So comes the rain
It's colder than ice
I wash off my face
And open my eyes
And then I see
But wish I were blind
They are all dead
There's blood everywhere
The norsemen they left
Only death and despair
My head hurts like hell
Can't open my eyes
My clothes are all wet
And I'm freezing right through
Don't know where I am
Or how to get home
My arms feel so numb
And it's hard to get up
My muscles, they ache
With every move
I stand on my feet
But my knees fell so weak
Somebody wake me
From this horrible dream
Somebody save me
From this terror I feel
I stumble around
On the soft muddy ground
I call out the name
Of the friends I can't find
But only the wind
And the ravens reply
With every gasp
With every breath
Smoke fills my lungs
And my intestines wrench
With every gasp
The sweet taste of death
The air is full
Of a thick pungent stench
So comes the rain
It's colder than ice
I wash off my face
And open my eyes
And then I see
But wish I were blind
They are all dead
There's blood everywhere
The norsemen they left
Only death and despair
Dashboard
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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: -