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Deteis
5.00
SKAluminati
Last Active:
7 days ago
Birthday:
Mar 2, 2008 (17 years old)
Next Birthday:
Mar 2, 2026 (117 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
2,472
Losses
253
Efficiency
90.7%
Danger Ratio
90.7%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
422.63B ISK
ISK Lost
17.91B ISK
ISK Efficiency
95.9%
ISK Balance
404.72B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
54
Solo Losses
101
Solo Kill Ratio
2.2%
Solo Efficiency
34.8%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
13
NPC Loss Ratio
5.1
Avg. Kills/Day
0.4
Activity
Very High
Character Biography
Dr. Gonzo: I hate to say this, but this place is getting to me. I think I'm getting the Fear.
Raoul Duke: Nonsense. We came here to find the American Dream, and now that we're right in the vortex you want to quit? You must realize man, we've found the main nerve.
Dr. Gonzo: That's what gives me the Fear.
Raoul Duke: Oh, look!
Dr. Gonzo: What?
Raoul Duke: Theres uh, two women fucking a polar bear.
Dr. Gonzo: Don't tell me those things, not now man.
Good luck to you. There is an awful lot of stuff you don't know anything about, but you are not alone in this. It's just that in your case the consequences of not knowing any of this stuff are particularly terrible, but then, hey, that's just the way the cookie gets completly stomped on and obliterated.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it back we can all sit back
and laugh,
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
Raoul Duke: Nonsense. We came here to find the American Dream, and now that we're right in the vortex you want to quit? You must realize man, we've found the main nerve.
Dr. Gonzo: That's what gives me the Fear.
Raoul Duke: Oh, look!
Dr. Gonzo: What?
Raoul Duke: Theres uh, two women fucking a polar bear.
Dr. Gonzo: Don't tell me those things, not now man.
Good luck to you. There is an awful lot of stuff you don't know anything about, but you are not alone in this. It's just that in your case the consequences of not knowing any of this stuff are particularly terrible, but then, hey, that's just the way the cookie gets completly stomped on and obliterated.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it back we can all sit back
and laugh,
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.