Amarr
Ni-Kunni
0.26
The Carver
Last Active:
2 months ago
Birthday:
Jan 20, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jan 20, 2026 (131 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
0
Losses
2
Efficiency
0.0%
Danger Ratio
0.0%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
0 ISK
ISK Lost
3.50M ISK
ISK Efficiency
0.0%
ISK Balance
-3,502,552 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
0
Solo Losses
1
Solo Kill Ratio
0%
Solo Efficiency
0.0%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
0
NPC Loss Ratio
0.0
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Minimal
Character Biography
THE END IS NIGH
After being released from Upwell corporate slavery by the deathless mercenaries; among the timeless electronic mist without body, stripped mind, pain and soul, I had a dream. Well, if we accept a raped, stolen, copyrighted and computerized mind's quantum interations were dreams:
There were seconds on the ocean as they took.
There are arsenals on the water
There are twelve things
There are three things
There are three things...
(Nrtestn Nya i\xe4 yog sothoth umr-at-tawil ftagn'l kryon i\xe4 azathoth)
Look uppon.
They were dead. All of them.
There's nothing in the green cloud.
Empty corridors. Dry shafts of marble. Silent halls.
All left barren. Forever.
After infinite time the noise of torturing machines ends.
Nothing can eternal lie.
Void grows among these exhausted suns that stinguish one after another.
Abandoning their children in the dark.
Only the silent dead rocks that once were your bone and flesh will attend the last times.
When the last candle fade off.
And all stops to move.
But you wont ear a former geologist turned into a dark wanderer. This is the Kassandra curse. But I dont care, because i'm none of yours anymore. And its to late to repent.
“Material desire has locked them into a single dimension of thought, trapped on an axis of rising profit. They slam the door shut, but we are already on the other side.”
-The Deathless-
After being released from Upwell corporate slavery by the deathless mercenaries; among the timeless electronic mist without body, stripped mind, pain and soul, I had a dream. Well, if we accept a raped, stolen, copyrighted and computerized mind's quantum interations were dreams:
There were seconds on the ocean as they took.
There are arsenals on the water
There are twelve things
There are three things
There are three things...
(Nrtestn Nya i\xe4 yog sothoth umr-at-tawil ftagn'l kryon i\xe4 azathoth)
Look uppon.
They were dead. All of them.
There's nothing in the green cloud.
Empty corridors. Dry shafts of marble. Silent halls.
All left barren. Forever.
After infinite time the noise of torturing machines ends.
Nothing can eternal lie.
Void grows among these exhausted suns that stinguish one after another.
Abandoning their children in the dark.
Only the silent dead rocks that once were your bone and flesh will attend the last times.
When the last candle fade off.
And all stops to move.
But you wont ear a former geologist turned into a dark wanderer. This is the Kassandra curse. But I dont care, because i'm none of yours anymore. And its to late to repent.
“Material desire has locked them into a single dimension of thought, trapped on an axis of rising profit. They slam the door shut, but we are already on the other side.”
-The Deathless-