1.15
Crisveld Spacefuturestaralienfuntime
Sep 8, 2021(4y)
Sep 8, 2026(144d)
Combat
Kills5
Losses31
Efficiency14%
ISK
Destroyed6.79b
Lost357.21m
ISK Eff.95%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points5
Other
NPC Losses15
NPC Loss Ratio48%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Caldari
Deteis
1.15
Crisveld Spacefuturestaralienfuntime
Birthday
Sep 8, 2021 (4 years old)
Next Birthday
Sep 8, 2026 (144 days)
Combat
Kills5
Losses31
Efficiency14%
Danger Ratio52%
ISK
Destroyed6.79b
Lost357.21m
ISK Efficiency95%
Balance+6.44b
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points5
Other
NPC Losses15
NPC Loss Ratio48%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
Caldari Honesty: The Great Reset
*"It's in bits and pieces like he was Sir, before we sent him up for final promotion'*
-novels are for Gallente-
"Who made planet so ファック suffocating?!! Some risk it in The Black Ice Lake? [Poem not efficient- execute form]
In there own way really ties into just WHY anyone would be desperate enough to undergo the hideous process of Capsuleer? Not a "Captain", remember- ships have crew members.
….
YOU become a hybrid machine, the ships heart- immortal but outcast. That's BEST outcome for the super super rich of each factions' citizens.
Tricked into becoming a frigate is like having a sports car? (Gallente) or doing God's work as his desperate angel (Amarr) and every view in between- we sell a file.
...
Ironically for The Chosen or the radical slave to himself Gal individualist, the bored beautiful psychopath Corporation owner, the wandering Min tribal priest who saves his sacred drug money for the eternal sky...you're now equal- up against the empty vacuum to die a million times and know no release.
...
A 'God'... then you get to space and realise you're just a flea compared to the true Gods in Titans.
Accept...you no longer have anything human, your family... now dead centuries ago would consider 'thoughts', just download skills... to work, to survive; All that matters is beating The Dark Spreadsheet's monopoly on bringing life...into manufacture without profit!
...
He folded the recording chip underneath one shamefully un-bitten finger nail, a flaw nobody noticed, walked into the boardroom while still having legs…
...
"It must be especially tough if you're Amarr…?"
"How dare y-"
contract signed.
Dignity is still free of charge- shame! Caldari efficiency printed, the wasteful ruby lazers, bleeding heat/light into empty space as much as causing bloodshed!
"We're now even supplying the gold umber plating of the glorious distracting allies' naval order"- 'The [White] Elephant'- glowed the graffiti'd blueprint.
The Untouchable threw a crate into The Badger extra hard, careful punching *thud* hiding his remark
Where exactly is Heaven? "Where do I prey now I live in the heavens?"
He or She thought,
*"It's in bits and pieces like he was Sir, before we sent him up for final promotion'*
-novels are for Gallente-
"Who made planet so ファック suffocating?!! Some risk it in The Black Ice Lake? [Poem not efficient- execute form]
In there own way really ties into just WHY anyone would be desperate enough to undergo the hideous process of Capsuleer? Not a "Captain", remember- ships have crew members.
….
YOU become a hybrid machine, the ships heart- immortal but outcast. That's BEST outcome for the super super rich of each factions' citizens.
Tricked into becoming a frigate is like having a sports car? (Gallente) or doing God's work as his desperate angel (Amarr) and every view in between- we sell a file.
...
Ironically for The Chosen or the radical slave to himself Gal individualist, the bored beautiful psychopath Corporation owner, the wandering Min tribal priest who saves his sacred drug money for the eternal sky...you're now equal- up against the empty vacuum to die a million times and know no release.
...
A 'God'... then you get to space and realise you're just a flea compared to the true Gods in Titans.
Accept...you no longer have anything human, your family... now dead centuries ago would consider 'thoughts', just download skills... to work, to survive; All that matters is beating The Dark Spreadsheet's monopoly on bringing life...into manufacture without profit!
...
He folded the recording chip underneath one shamefully un-bitten finger nail, a flaw nobody noticed, walked into the boardroom while still having legs…
...
"It must be especially tough if you're Amarr…?"
"How dare y-"
contract signed.
Dignity is still free of charge- shame! Caldari efficiency printed, the wasteful ruby lazers, bleeding heat/light into empty space as much as causing bloodshed!
"We're now even supplying the gold umber plating of the glorious distracting allies' naval order"- 'The [White] Elephant'- glowed the graffiti'd blueprint.
The Untouchable threw a crate into The Badger extra hard, careful punching *thud* hiding his remark
Where exactly is Heaven? "Where do I prey now I live in the heavens?"
He or She thought,
Dashboard
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Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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