Non-Sedentary [4CARL]
2 members
Jan 26, 2015(11y)
50% tax
Combat
Kills2,366
Losses2,849
Efficiency45%
Danger Ratio94%
ISK
Destroyed678.57b
Lost563.97b
ISK Eff.55%
Balance+114.60b
Activity
Solo Kills518
Final Blows1,078
Points2,366
Members2
Last 90 Days
Kills0
Losses0
ISK Destroyed0
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Combat
Kills2,366
Losses2,849
Efficiency45%
Danger Ratio94%
ISK
Destroyed678.57b
Lost563.97b
ISK Efficiency55%
Balance+114.60b
Activity
Solo Kills518
Final Blows1,078
Points2,366
Members2
Last 90 Days
Kills0
Losses0
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
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Bio
For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven't forgotten.
The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood.
We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival.
Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game — none of them lasts forever. It is beyond our powers to predict the future.
Catastrophic events have a way of sneaking up on us, of catching us unaware. Your own life, or your band's, or even your species' might be owed to a restless few—drawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands and new worlds.
Herman Melville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians:
"I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas..."
Pale Blue Dot, Carl Sagan
The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood.
We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival.
Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game — none of them lasts forever. It is beyond our powers to predict the future.
Catastrophic events have a way of sneaking up on us, of catching us unaware. Your own life, or your band's, or even your species' might be owed to a restless few—drawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands and new worlds.
Herman Melville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians:
"I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas..."
Pale Blue Dot, Carl Sagan
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Solo Kills0
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