Last ActiveMar 12, 2020
BirthdayJun 18, 2015 (11 years old)
Next BirthdayJun 18, 2027 (227 days)
Combat
Kills1
Losses2
Efficiency33%
Danger Ratio50%
ISK
Destroyed9.8k
Lost354.14m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-354131477
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points1
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio50%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Bio
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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