Minmatar
Brutor
-0.11
Last Active:
2 months ago
Birthday:
Mar 31, 2008 (17 years old)
Next Birthday:
Mar 31, 2026 (201 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
1,658
Losses
153
Efficiency
91.6%
Danger Ratio
40.3%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
884.85B ISK
ISK Lost
31.81B ISK
ISK Efficiency
96.5%
ISK Balance
853.03B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
322
Solo Losses
46
Solo Kill Ratio
19.4%
Solo Efficiency
87.5%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
10
NPC Loss Ratio
6.5
Avg. Kills/Day
0.3
Activity
High
Character Biography
I open my eyes and find myself in bed, but something feels wrong. I need to leave. I get up and head for the door. As I leave my room I glance at the laundry room at the end of the hall and see something swirling inside of it, I need to get away. I charge full speed down the hallway, away from the Laundry room, but it is too late. I have been caught in the growing vortex spiraling out of the Laundry room. My legs lash out violently, I can feel my muscles spasm as my legs try desperately to move at a faster than molasses pace. It's no use, I continue to be pulled towards the Laundry room as my feet fail to find traction on the cheap stained carpeting. As the dark purple vortex collapses upon me, I scream with all my might, it feels like the inside of my throat is bleeding, it hurts so bad.
I fall slowly, like a feather, through the darkness. Purple wisps of smoke float around me. I begin to see my friends falling around me, but faster than I am. I look into their faces and see nothing but hate and disappointment. Eventually I have to turn away as I can't stand to see them look at me with such scorn, I turn downwards towards my feet to avert their gaze. It is then that I see my final destination, the wicker laundry basket.
"For the love of God no, please not there. Anywhere but there!" I think to myself as my body folds in on itself to squeeze into the wicker tube.
The lid closes shut, Pee Wee Herman chortles as he embraces me. His fingers bunching up the backside of my baggy No Fear T-shirt.
He brings his mouth to my ear and I can feel his breath on my face as I hear,
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"Jeffrey Epstein didn't kill himself"
I fall slowly, like a feather, through the darkness. Purple wisps of smoke float around me. I begin to see my friends falling around me, but faster than I am. I look into their faces and see nothing but hate and disappointment. Eventually I have to turn away as I can't stand to see them look at me with such scorn, I turn downwards towards my feet to avert their gaze. It is then that I see my final destination, the wicker laundry basket.
"For the love of God no, please not there. Anywhere but there!" I think to myself as my body folds in on itself to squeeze into the wicker tube.
The lid closes shut, Pee Wee Herman chortles as he embraces me. His fingers bunching up the backside of my baggy No Fear T-shirt.
He brings his mouth to my ear and I can feel his breath on my face as I hear,
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"Jeffrey Epstein didn't kill himself"