The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills72
Losses8
Efficiency90%
ISK Destroyed148.58b
ISK Lost886.23m
ISK Efficiency99%
Solo Kills1
Solo Losses2
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor135.42
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows3
Points72
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleBlob (72 kills)
Solo 1% Small 1% Mid 3% Fleet 13% Blob 82%
Avg Fleet: 135.4 FC: Medium Bait (3x) Awox: 1 kills