Deepfried Space Venture Mosh Gits [DSVMG]
Last Active:
over 12 years ago
founded:
Feb 5, 2011 (14 years old)
taxRate:
0.0%
Combat Metrics
Kills
60
Losses
8
Efficiency
88.2%
Danger Ratio
0.9%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
95.95B ISK
ISK Lost
270.67M ISK
ISK Efficiency
99.7%
ISK Balance
95.68B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
2
Solo Losses
4
Solo Kill Ratio
3.3%
Solo Efficiency
33.3%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
0
NPC Loss Ratio
0.0
Avg. Kills/Day
0.0
Activity
Minimal
Character Biography
The results of my endeavors have satisfactorily harmonized with the forecast that i generated and acted upon in accodrance to a detailed analysis of the situation at hand and the desired goals that were stated by key shareholders and interested parties at the outset of the events that previously unfolded.
So don't say another Goddamn word. Up until now, I've been polite. If you say anything else - word one - I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.
So don't say another Goddamn word. Up until now, I've been polite. If you say anything else - word one - I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.