Omnigord Corporation [GORDL]
2 members
Nov 14, 2020(5y)
0% tax
Combat
Kills203
Losses212
Efficiency49%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed299.95b
Lost7.76b
ISK Eff.97%
Balance+292.19b
Activity
Solo Kills96
Final Blows119
Combat Points178
Members2
Last 90 Days
Kills3
Losses2
ISK Destroyed95.46m
ISK Lost60.40m
Omnigord Corporation [GORDL]
Members
2
Founded
Nov 14, 2020 (5 years)
Tax Rate
0%
Combat
Kills203
Losses212
Efficiency49%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed299.95b
Lost7.76b
ISK Efficiency97%
Balance+292.19b
Activity
Solo Kills96
Final Blows119
Combat Points178
Members2
Last 90 Days
Kills3
Losses2
ISK Destroyed95.46m
ISK Lost60.40m
Nothing in the last 7d
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
Active Members
Stats
Kills3
Losses2
Efficiency60%
ISK Destroyed95.46m
ISK Lost60.40m
ISK Efficiency61%
Solo Kills3
NPC Losses0
Final Blows3
Points19
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