-9.91
brezata
Jul 22, 2014
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(259d)
Combat
Kills1,003
Losses69
Efficiency94%
ISK
Destroyed120.55b
Lost2.09b
ISK Eff.98%
Solo
Solo Kills26
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows314
Points1,003
Other
NPC Losses48
NPC Loss Ratio70%
Avg Kills/Day0.05
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Ni-Kunni
-9.91
brezata
Last Active
Jul 22, 2014
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (259 days)
Combat
Kills1,003
Losses69
Efficiency94%
Danger Ratio30%
ISK
Destroyed120.55b
Lost2.09b
ISK Efficiency98%
Balance+118.46b
Solo
Solo Kills26
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows314
Points1,003
Other
NPC Losses48
NPC Loss Ratio70%
Avg Kills/Day0.05
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
The Legend of the Scammed Noob Who Became a Scourge of New Eden
In 2010, a freshly cloned capsuleer wandered the safe systems of the Empire. He spoke no common language, understood none of the stars’ customs, and had yet to face the cosmos’ cruelty. He still believed in honesty.
He joined an Australian corporation, where a friendly miner offered guidance. For weeks, they roamed asteroid belts; the noob learned the basics, the mechanics, the modules… and saved ISK for his first Battleship.
The day came. The “friend” said:
“Give me the blueprint and ISK, and I’ll build your ship.”
Naive, the capsuleer agreed. The miner disappeared. Two weeks later, he returned only the blueprint:
“This is all you’ll ever get. Welcome to EVE Online.”
The corp refused to help. Something died in the noob’s heart—but something else was born: obsession.
✦ He swore he would return.
He left the Empire and joined a French PvP corporation.
“Fly for us. Learn everything. In a year, you’ll get your revenge.”
The pact was sealed. He was brought to null-sec, where he learned war: gatecamps, POS sieges, coalition battles, ambushes, covert ops. He became a hunter, a stalker, a predator. A year of training turned humiliation into power.
Then one night:
“Today is the day. We have wardecked his corp.”
The scammer, a high-sec miner, undocked in his Hulk. Within seconds, his ship was destroyed before it could even be flown, and panic set in. Then began a 24/7 camp, relentless and methodical.
The miner begged, offered to repay—but it was no longer about ISK. It was a debt of blood. Excuses failed:
“It was my little brother! It wasn’t me!”
Then he broke EVE’s only sacred rule: insult another player. The pirate calmly forwarded the message to CCP GMs, playing the shocked citizen.
The miner vanished. Banned.
Erased from the galaxy like stardust swept away by a Battleship’s thrusters.
The scammer tried to steal a Battleship.
The noob became a pirate legend.
In 2010, a freshly cloned capsuleer wandered the safe systems of the Empire. He spoke no common language, understood none of the stars’ customs, and had yet to face the cosmos’ cruelty. He still believed in honesty.
He joined an Australian corporation, where a friendly miner offered guidance. For weeks, they roamed asteroid belts; the noob learned the basics, the mechanics, the modules… and saved ISK for his first Battleship.
The day came. The “friend” said:
“Give me the blueprint and ISK, and I’ll build your ship.”
Naive, the capsuleer agreed. The miner disappeared. Two weeks later, he returned only the blueprint:
“This is all you’ll ever get. Welcome to EVE Online.”
The corp refused to help. Something died in the noob’s heart—but something else was born: obsession.
✦ He swore he would return.
He left the Empire and joined a French PvP corporation.
“Fly for us. Learn everything. In a year, you’ll get your revenge.”
The pact was sealed. He was brought to null-sec, where he learned war: gatecamps, POS sieges, coalition battles, ambushes, covert ops. He became a hunter, a stalker, a predator. A year of training turned humiliation into power.
Then one night:
“Today is the day. We have wardecked his corp.”
The scammer, a high-sec miner, undocked in his Hulk. Within seconds, his ship was destroyed before it could even be flown, and panic set in. Then began a 24/7 camp, relentless and methodical.
The miner begged, offered to repay—but it was no longer about ISK. It was a debt of blood. Excuses failed:
“It was my little brother! It wasn’t me!”
Then he broke EVE’s only sacred rule: insult another player. The pirate calmly forwarded the message to CCP GMs, playing the shocked citizen.
The miner vanished. Banned.
Erased from the galaxy like stardust swept away by a Battleship’s thrusters.
The scammer tried to steal a Battleship.
The noob became a pirate legend.
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