Omnigord Corporation [GORDL]
4 members
Nov 14, 2020(5y)
0% tax
Combat
Kills213
Losses236
Efficiency47%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed301.31b
Lost8.52b
ISK Eff.97%
Balance+292.79b
Activity
Solo Kills102
Final Blows126
Points266
Members4
Last 90 Days
Kills11
Losses8
ISK Destroyed145.96m
ISK Lost250.47m
Combat
Kills213
Losses236
Efficiency47%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed301.31b
Lost8.52b
ISK Efficiency97%
Balance+292.79b
Activity
Solo Kills102
Final Blows126
Points266
Members4
Last 90 Days
Kills11
Losses8
ISK Destroyed145.96m
ISK Lost250.47m
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Bio
The Second Coming - William Butler 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: somewhere in sands of the desert
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
Reel 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?
For Those Lost, But Never Forgotten
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: somewhere in sands of the desert
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
Reel 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?
For Those Lost, But Never Forgotten
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Stats
Kills11
Losses8
Efficiency58%
ISK Destroyed145.96m
ISK Lost250.47m
ISK Efficiency37%
Solo Kills11
NPC Losses0
Final Blows11
Points64
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