Amarr
Khanid
-1.11
Yes Mr Cheng
Last Active:
about 1 month ago
Birthday:
Jul 7, 2020 (5 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jul 7, 2026 (245 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
1,897
Losses
3,080
Efficiency
38.1%
Danger Ratio
27.4%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
2080.89B ISK
ISK Lost
16.04B ISK
ISK Efficiency
99.2%
ISK Balance
2064.85B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
515
Solo Losses
1,893
Solo Kill Ratio
27.1%
Solo Efficiency
21.4%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
2,915
NPC Loss Ratio
94.6
Avg. Kills/Day
1.0
Activity
Very High
Character Biography
WELCOME TO FUCKTOWN, MINER.
You know what isn’t satisfying? Mashing your F1 key in a TiDi-choked 1000-man nullsec blob where your entire “contribution” is indistinguishable from the amoeba of doctrine drones orbiting some FC's fever dream. It’s not combat — it’s a PowerPoint presentation held hostage by packet loss.
A glorious war story? “I pressed a button and went to make tea.”
Now, contrast that with the symphony of violence that is a highsec gank executed to perfection. A greedy, oblivious newbie—let's call him Chadus Minerus—lazily AFK-mining in an untanked Retriever, cargo hold full of dreams and unresearched fits. He ignored the warnings. The killboards. The doctrine. And then? A Catalyst lands. Seconds later, he’s atomized. CONCORD arrives to avenge him, but the deed is done, the salt is harvested, and the lesson is delivered.
I find that, my dear reader, satisfying. That’s PvP with narrative substance.
Without us — the scammers, the gankers, the griefers — EVE would be reduced to a glorified Excel workbook with a slightly fancier GUI. A beige purgatory where players huddle against asteroids like terrified librarians, praying no one disturbs their sacred yield-per-hour. But that’s not New Eden. That’s bot Eden.
Kicking over castles is our calling. You need us. You need the wolves.
Fear is the crucible in which competence is forged. Trust is the most dangerous mechanic in the game. Danger is the context that makes safety a privilege, not a default.
Oftentimes, it’s only after loss that growth begins — we are the ones who force the herd to evolve.
Calm down miner, you're finally playing EVE.
You know what isn’t satisfying? Mashing your F1 key in a TiDi-choked 1000-man nullsec blob where your entire “contribution” is indistinguishable from the amoeba of doctrine drones orbiting some FC's fever dream. It’s not combat — it’s a PowerPoint presentation held hostage by packet loss.
A glorious war story? “I pressed a button and went to make tea.”
Now, contrast that with the symphony of violence that is a highsec gank executed to perfection. A greedy, oblivious newbie—let's call him Chadus Minerus—lazily AFK-mining in an untanked Retriever, cargo hold full of dreams and unresearched fits. He ignored the warnings. The killboards. The doctrine. And then? A Catalyst lands. Seconds later, he’s atomized. CONCORD arrives to avenge him, but the deed is done, the salt is harvested, and the lesson is delivered.
I find that, my dear reader, satisfying. That’s PvP with narrative substance.
Without us — the scammers, the gankers, the griefers — EVE would be reduced to a glorified Excel workbook with a slightly fancier GUI. A beige purgatory where players huddle against asteroids like terrified librarians, praying no one disturbs their sacred yield-per-hour. But that’s not New Eden. That’s bot Eden.
Kicking over castles is our calling. You need us. You need the wolves.
Fear is the crucible in which competence is forged. Trust is the most dangerous mechanic in the game. Danger is the context that makes safety a privilege, not a default.
Oftentimes, it’s only after loss that growth begins — we are the ones who force the herd to evolve.
Calm down miner, you're finally playing EVE.