Gallente
Gallente
-0.20
Last Active:
8 days ago
Birthday:
May 17, 2004 (21 years old)
Next Birthday:
May 17, 2026 (193 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
1,279
Losses
74
Efficiency
94.5%
Danger Ratio
93.7%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
1042.10B ISK
ISK Lost
6.62B ISK
ISK Efficiency
99.4%
ISK Balance
1035.48B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
26
Solo Losses
27
Solo Kill Ratio
2.0%
Solo Efficiency
49.1%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
0
NPC Loss Ratio
0.0
Avg. Kills/Day
0.2
Activity
Very High
Character Biography
I'm movin' different
This shit ain't nothin' to me, man, I'm a dog
I'm bitin' the fart bubbles in the bath, we smokin' Symbiotes
Smokin' that Whoopi Goldberg, south Egyptian
Furburger deluxe, Mega Millions scratcher, skunk, Bubba kush
We smokin' dung beetle
I'm on twelve Vicodin, smokin' on Scooby-Doo dick
We smokin' sequoia banshee boogers
We snortin' that good buffalo soldier, tamarind, Jordanian jibbies
They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm him
That Burberry Backwoods pack hittin'
That pussy smell like a Hellcat V8
We smokin' shit in a glass pipe, blowin' the Lord's bubbles
I'm sick in the head, I'm on them Broward County Tic-Tacs
I'm on them Georgetown Gеronimos
I'm on them Nashville nibblers
I lеft my Margielas in the Benz truck
I'll have to stunt on them next time
I don't give a fuck if I go blind
I don't need to see the price tag anyways
I'm high on twelve Jason Bournes, lookin' to beat the cum out of a thick, fresh oak
We're smokin' filtered crack, you stupid piece of shit
I'll fuckin' kill you
Call that pussy The Matrix because I'm in this bitch and I can't get out
Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves
The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them
Slowly faded into darkness and I let the archangels take him
I need more sequoia banshee boogers
Don't be shy, girl, I love me some pastrami mud flaps
I'm movin' like French Montana—Haaanh?
Welcome to the cream kingdom, bitch, open up
Blac Chyna, I'd drink her piss out of another man's balls
My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson
You ain't seen ten bands in your life, jit
Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example
Y'all gotta stop playin' with me, man
I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the Great Pyramids
I pushed the camel through the eye of a needle
This shit ain't nothin' to me, man
Tied the ops to the back of a Trackhawk and dragged 'em around the block for 24-hours
Motherfucker looked like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him
Ops wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant
I'm movin' like Oppenheimer
She dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle
They thought I was Steven Wallace
Top shelf zaza disrupted my circadian rhythm
I have seen the Magna Carta, I've seen the Eye of Horus
This shit ain't nothin' to me, man, I'm a dog
I'm bitin' the fart bubbles in the bath, we smokin' Symbiotes
Smokin' that Whoopi Goldberg, south Egyptian
Furburger deluxe, Mega Millions scratcher, skunk, Bubba kush
We smokin' dung beetle
I'm on twelve Vicodin, smokin' on Scooby-Doo dick
We smokin' sequoia banshee boogers
We snortin' that good buffalo soldier, tamarind, Jordanian jibbies
They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm him
That Burberry Backwoods pack hittin'
That pussy smell like a Hellcat V8
We smokin' shit in a glass pipe, blowin' the Lord's bubbles
I'm sick in the head, I'm on them Broward County Tic-Tacs
I'm on them Georgetown Gеronimos
I'm on them Nashville nibblers
I lеft my Margielas in the Benz truck
I'll have to stunt on them next time
I don't give a fuck if I go blind
I don't need to see the price tag anyways
I'm high on twelve Jason Bournes, lookin' to beat the cum out of a thick, fresh oak
We're smokin' filtered crack, you stupid piece of shit
I'll fuckin' kill you
Call that pussy The Matrix because I'm in this bitch and I can't get out
Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves
The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them
Slowly faded into darkness and I let the archangels take him
I need more sequoia banshee boogers
Don't be shy, girl, I love me some pastrami mud flaps
I'm movin' like French Montana—Haaanh?
Welcome to the cream kingdom, bitch, open up
Blac Chyna, I'd drink her piss out of another man's balls
My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson
You ain't seen ten bands in your life, jit
Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example
Y'all gotta stop playin' with me, man
I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the Great Pyramids
I pushed the camel through the eye of a needle
This shit ain't nothin' to me, man
Tied the ops to the back of a Trackhawk and dragged 'em around the block for 24-hours
Motherfucker looked like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him
Ops wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant
I'm movin' like Oppenheimer
She dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle
They thought I was Steven Wallace
Top shelf zaza disrupted my circadian rhythm
I have seen the Magna Carta, I've seen the Eye of Horus