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Problems With WoW Gold Sales |
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As a combination of, stiffer measures by Blizzard Entertainment, the economic crisis and the race to the bottom run by chinese suppliers, the total amount of real money that wow players spend on wow gold is decreasing. And it has been decreasing for a while now. When people have less real money to spend and there is a bigger chance of getting banned for spending it, that is not a surprise. But the main culprits are still the chinese gold suppliers. For some reason the most obnoxious and notoric sellers desperately price dump, spam and do misleading advertising about their speed of delivery. This creates a situation in which serious sellers have to compete with fake advertisements of "5 Min Delivery, Millions of World of Warcraft Gold in Stock on All Realms". Also the point of having customer support is lost in space. As of now, people that buy gold usually have to wait for the delivery even if instant delivery was advertised. And the reason they bought in the first place was the "instant delivery". Since everybody advertise it, choosing not to claim instant delivery would be choosing to lose most of the potential customers. So now the customer waits for the delivery but there is none made for a while. If there is support available, he will most likely ask for them to cancel the order in order to have a refund of the money. If there is no support, he will wait a day or so before complaining. So there we have it - vendors have good reason to make false advertising about the delivery speed and they have good reason not to provide the live support. Add the bannings that Blizzard do for buying wow gold to this mix and it's actually suprising that people are buying at all. Author: Rimbeard of Wow golds (swedish) and Oro wow (spanish) |
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It was an accursed night in the World of Warcraft. To the tones of the Undercity doomsday trumpets, I dragged my bony limbs toward the auction house. I pushed aside many a starving beggar and shattered quite a few bony hands with my staff as I intercepted them on their way into the pockets of my garments. I was packing a huge pile of gold and my plan was to spend it all on the finest gear of the Undercity - Accursed jewelry, a magnificent helm that will bring out the worst in me, a belt inlaid with black pearls and gold to keep my guts in place and a pair of steel enforced boots to squash the lich worms under my feet. But there was doubt in my mind. Would it do the work? Would it stand up to the hateful gear carried by that prick Undying Love? I will need to be intimidating. Dazzling and pompous but at the same time repulsive and revolting. I would have to establish and display a fine balance between many elements to topple my rival in the upcoming beauty contest of the Undercity. I had been working my ass off for the gold. Plundered many a temple and robbed many a grave. I had dug deep and gotten my hands dirty. Emblems of Heroism and Emblems of Valor were not my deal - I was a one man army. It now or never. With a soul even worse than my body I was a genuine piece of work. And I certainly was not playing fair. The name of the game was not one of pleasure, laughter and sunshine. Stolen gold and dazzling appearance were only the spires that broke the surface. The rest of my sorry display was lurking beneath the surface like a rotting corpse weighed down by rusty iron chains. A couple of the competitors I had put out of their misery in their sleep, taking their heads with me and hidden in a chest in my godforsaken cellar. I had spoiled the garments of two other competitors by sneaking in to their lairs and turning their wardrobes into moth colonies. One competitor I had blackmailed into seeking his fortune elsewhere. I had seen him deal with dwarves under a pale moon. There was in fact only one competitor left. That freakshow Undying Love. I let go of the thought of him winning and entered the auction house. I had already decided the gear I wanted and I was there to cash it out. Quick business. But to my surprise I discovered that somebody had already been bidding high on the items. I turned around and my eyeball fell out of its socket as it got a glimpse of him grinning at me. I picked up the eye and put it back in the socket. That bastard was bidding on my items and the price was already out of my league. What could I do about this? Put an end to him in front of everyone? Nah, I had to think of something better. Suddenly it occured to me. There was another way, a forbidden way, a secret way. A path for avancs. I could get gold from the black market. To buy gold with real money and finish this business with him once and for all. Only a moment later I was browsing a site with world of warcraft gold for sale and their World of Warcraft database. Fast delivery. Perfect. Phone and SMS / TXT payments accepted. Wicked. Enough gold to buy the whole Undercity itself should I want to. All mine within minutes. Deal. Finally a happy ending. |
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