Sons of Anarchy of New Eden [SOAON]
22 members
Nov 13, 2014(11y)
5% tax
Combat
Kills2,132
Losses1,079
Efficiency66%
Danger Ratio97%
ISK
Destroyed519.38b
Lost185.27b
ISK Eff.74%
Balance+334.11b
Activity
Solo Kills209
Final Blows606
Points2,132
Members22
Last 90 Days
Kills0
Losses0
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
Sons of Anarchy of New Eden [SOAON]
Members
22
Founded
Nov 13, 2014 (11 years)
Tax Rate
5%
Combat
Kills2,132
Losses1,079
Efficiency66%
Danger Ratio97%
ISK
Destroyed519.38b
Lost185.27b
ISK Efficiency74%
Balance+334.11b
Activity
Solo Kills209
Final Blows606
Points2,132
Members22
Last 90 Days
Kills0
Losses0
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
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Bio
Do not go gentle into that good night
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.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
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.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Active Members
Stats
Kills0
Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
NPC Losses0
Final Blows0
Points0