Abyssal Network [AN911]
5 members
Jan 20, 2019(7y)
15% tax
Combat
Kills445
Losses178
Efficiency71%
Danger Ratio77%
ISK
Destroyed84.79b
Lost24.26b
ISK Eff.78%
Balance+60.53b
Activity
Solo Kills87
Final Blows234
Points445
Members5
Last 90 Days
Kills0
Losses0
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
Combat
Kills445
Losses178
Efficiency71%
Danger Ratio77%
ISK
Destroyed84.79b
Lost24.26b
ISK Efficiency78%
Balance+60.53b
Activity
Solo Kills87
Final Blows234
Points445
Members5
Last 90 Days
Kills0
Losses0
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
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Bio
Corp Motto
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 that 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.
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 that 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.
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Stats
Kills0
Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
NPC Losses0
Final Blows0
Points0