0.99
Korona Burns
Sep 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2015(11y)
Apr 11, 2027(242d)
Combat
Kills4
Losses19
Efficiency17%
ISK
Destroyed113.23m
Lost2.77b
ISK Eff.4%
Solo
Solo Kills3
Solo Ratio75%
Final Blows4
Points4
Other
NPC Losses4
NPC Loss Ratio21%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Brutor
0.99
Korona Burns
Last Active
Sep 11, 2019
Birthday
Apr 11, 2015 (11 years old)
Next Birthday
Apr 11, 2027 (242 days)
Combat
Kills4
Losses19
Efficiency17%
Danger Ratio79%
ISK
Destroyed113.23m
Lost2.77b
ISK Efficiency4%
Balance-2656936560
Solo
Solo Kills3
Solo Ratio75%
Final Blows4
Points4
Other
NPC Losses4
NPC Loss Ratio21%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
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Crimewatch
Rest in Peace my brother.
Vile Rat's BIO Quoted Yeats:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Crimewatch
Rest in Peace my brother.
Vile Rat's BIO Quoted Yeats:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Sep 2019
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -