In Azeroth’s realm where heroes dwell,
A sinister force began to swell,
World of Warcraft, a world of might,
But bots and gold, a troubling blight.
In silent forests, they toil & seen,
Bots farming gold, a digital dream,
Their numbers rising, their coffers grow,
Inflation’s shadow begins to show.
Azeroth’s economy in disarray,
As gold floods in, day by day,
Players and buyers, both enticed,
By the promise of wealth, a heavy price.
In the auction house, prices soar,
Inflation’s grip, players can’t ignore,
The cost of goods, a burden to bear,
As the world of Warcraft weeps in despair.
But there’s a twist, a twist so bold,
Gold buyers spend it on gear to behold,
In GDKP runs, where deals are made,
A deviation from the game’s intent displayed.
True heroes, players brave and bold,
Caught in a system, so uncontrolled,
They strive for balance, a fair gameplay,
In a world where bots and buyers play.
Azeroth’s fate, uncertain and dire,
As inflation spreads, like wildfire,
The battle rages, the struggle is real,
For a world of Warcraft, they must heal.
But remember, dear heroes, the fight’s not in vain,
Together we stand, against this bane,
In unity and strength, we’ll rise above,
To protect the world we cherish and love.