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
Kills140
Losses22
Efficiency86%
ISK Destroyed471.46b
ISK Lost1.75b
ISK Efficiency100%
Solo Kills1
Solo Losses9
NPC Losses1
Blob Factor444.98
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows6
Points146
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleBlob (140 kills)
Solo 1% Small 6% Mid 14% Fleet 12% Blob 66%
Avg Fleet: 445 FC: Medium Bait (11x) Awox: 3 kills