Free Mining Association [INCGB]
6 members
Apr 21, 2016(9y)
100% tax
Combat
Kills47
Losses73
Efficiency39%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed15.19b
Lost33.79b
ISK Eff.31%
Balance-18600692227
Activity
Solo Kills3
Final Blows15
Points47
Members6
Last 90 Days
Kills0
Losses0
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
Free Mining Association [INCGB]
Members
6
Founded
Apr 21, 2016 (9 years)
Tax Rate
100%
Combat
Kills47
Losses73
Efficiency39%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed15.19b
Lost33.79b
ISK Efficiency31%
Balance-18600692227
Activity
Solo Kills3
Final Blows15
Points47
Members6
Last 90 Days
Kills0
Losses0
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
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Bio
THE SECOND COMING
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats
Active Members
Stats
Kills0
Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
NPC Losses0
Final Blows0
Points0
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