-2.85
Spyke Luntzul
Jun 24, 2020
Feb 19, 2014(12y)
Feb 19, 2027(308d)
Combat
Kills1,115
Losses378
Efficiency75%
ISK
Destroyed584.44b
Lost15.02b
ISK Eff.97%
Solo
Solo Kills66
Solo Ratio6%
Final Blows218
Points1,115
Other
NPC Losses20
NPC Loss Ratio5%
Avg Kills/Day0.25
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Vherokior
-2.85
Spyke Luntzul
Last Active
Jun 24, 2020
Birthday
Feb 19, 2014 (12 years old)
Next Birthday
Feb 19, 2027 (308 days)
Combat
Kills1,115
Losses378
Efficiency75%
Danger Ratio95%
ISK
Destroyed584.44b
Lost15.02b
ISK Efficiency97%
Balance+569.42b
Solo
Solo Kills66
Solo Ratio6%
Final Blows218
Points1,115
Other
NPC Losses20
NPC Loss Ratio5%
Avg Kills/Day0.25
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
It is said that if you put your ear to a wormhole in its last stages of life, Bob will grant you visions and dictate prophecies rivaling the length of a feature article penned by James 315.
The most common of these “sacrifices” takes the form of a strange ritual in which the supplicant is advised to self-destruct a shuttle 0 kilometers from a star – which is usually the one in the supplicant’s home system. Social dictum holds that the vessel’s cargohold should be laden with a combination of Exotic Dancers, ammunition, drugs, and Quafe. While few will admit to it, most capsuleers avail themselves of the creature comforts packed into their cargo holds to have an orgy that would make the ancient Caligula blush.
Another strange ritual involves ransoming pilots who fly particularly expensive ships. You cannot simply buy your way out – ISK simply will not do. The unfortunate soul is usually forced to sing. Depending on the performance, one may either be released unmolested, or molested and released, or simply blown up anyway. Why? Because “Bob Wills It!”. And Bob enjoys emotional scars. One “official” text, written in purple crayon on construction paper, states: “Scars are tattoos with stories…”. The rest of the text was obscured by crudely drawn ponies, globules of glue mixed with glitter, and uncooked pasta assembled to look like a portrait of Gary Busey.
The easiest way that Bob has sought fit to handle the touchy topic of leadership is for his devoted followers to simply make up grandiose titles for themselves. These people often pontificate. Loudly. They will also vehemently declare anyone with a larger, and more self-aggrandizing title, to be a heretic that will surely suffer the Wrath of Bob. It is then customary to hunt each other down in anger and settle the religious disagreement with righteous gunfire.
In the aftermath of the exchange, somewhere, in the dark corners of W-space…
Bob smiles.
My claim to fame in Eve
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRmjLxX6_jY&t=1s
The most common of these “sacrifices” takes the form of a strange ritual in which the supplicant is advised to self-destruct a shuttle 0 kilometers from a star – which is usually the one in the supplicant’s home system. Social dictum holds that the vessel’s cargohold should be laden with a combination of Exotic Dancers, ammunition, drugs, and Quafe. While few will admit to it, most capsuleers avail themselves of the creature comforts packed into their cargo holds to have an orgy that would make the ancient Caligula blush.
Another strange ritual involves ransoming pilots who fly particularly expensive ships. You cannot simply buy your way out – ISK simply will not do. The unfortunate soul is usually forced to sing. Depending on the performance, one may either be released unmolested, or molested and released, or simply blown up anyway. Why? Because “Bob Wills It!”. And Bob enjoys emotional scars. One “official” text, written in purple crayon on construction paper, states: “Scars are tattoos with stories…”. The rest of the text was obscured by crudely drawn ponies, globules of glue mixed with glitter, and uncooked pasta assembled to look like a portrait of Gary Busey.
The easiest way that Bob has sought fit to handle the touchy topic of leadership is for his devoted followers to simply make up grandiose titles for themselves. These people often pontificate. Loudly. They will also vehemently declare anyone with a larger, and more self-aggrandizing title, to be a heretic that will surely suffer the Wrath of Bob. It is then customary to hunt each other down in anger and settle the religious disagreement with righteous gunfire.
In the aftermath of the exchange, somewhere, in the dark corners of W-space…
Bob smiles.
My claim to fame in Eve
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRmjLxX6_jY&t=1s
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