0.48
The Carver
Jan 20, 2025(1y)
Jan 20, 2027(278d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses2
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost3.50m
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Amarr
Ni-Kunni
0.48
The Carver
Birthday
Jan 20, 2025 (1 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 20, 2027 (278 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses2
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost3.50m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-3502552
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points0
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Bio
THE END IS NIGH
After being released from Upwell corporate slavery by the deathless mercenaries; among the timeless electronic mist without body, stripped mind, pain and soul, I had a dream. Well, if we accept a raped, stolen, copyrighted and computerized mind's quantum interations were dreams:
There were seconds on the ocean as they took.
There are arsenals on the water
There are twelve things
There are three things
There are three things...
(Nrtestn Nya i\xe4 yog sothoth umr-at-tawil ftagn'l kryon i\xe4 azathoth)
Look uppon.
They were dead. All of them.
There's nothing in the green cloud.
Empty corridors. Dry shafts of marble. Silent halls.
All left barren. Forever.
After infinite time the noise of torturing machines ends.
Nothing can eternal lie.
Void grows among these exhausted suns that stinguish one after another.
Abandoning their children in the dark.
Only the silent dead rocks that once were your bone and flesh will attend the last times.
When the last candle fade off.
And all stops to move.
But you wont ear a former geologist turned into a dark wanderer. This is the Kassandra curse. But I dont care, because i'm none of yours anymore. And its to late to repent.
“Material desire has locked them into a single dimension of thought, trapped on an axis of rising profit. They slam the door shut, but we are already on the other side.”
-The Deathless-
After being released from Upwell corporate slavery by the deathless mercenaries; among the timeless electronic mist without body, stripped mind, pain and soul, I had a dream. Well, if we accept a raped, stolen, copyrighted and computerized mind's quantum interations were dreams:
There were seconds on the ocean as they took.
There are arsenals on the water
There are twelve things
There are three things
There are three things...
(Nrtestn Nya i\xe4 yog sothoth umr-at-tawil ftagn'l kryon i\xe4 azathoth)
Look uppon.
They were dead. All of them.
There's nothing in the green cloud.
Empty corridors. Dry shafts of marble. Silent halls.
All left barren. Forever.
After infinite time the noise of torturing machines ends.
Nothing can eternal lie.
Void grows among these exhausted suns that stinguish one after another.
Abandoning their children in the dark.
Only the silent dead rocks that once were your bone and flesh will attend the last times.
When the last candle fade off.
And all stops to move.
But you wont ear a former geologist turned into a dark wanderer. This is the Kassandra curse. But I dont care, because i'm none of yours anymore. And its to late to repent.
“Material desire has locked them into a single dimension of thought, trapped on an axis of rising profit. They slam the door shut, but we are already on the other side.”
-The Deathless-
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Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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