Wilbert's vouches

Sold me a maxed pure account for 306m. Thanks man, hope to do business with ya again

 

Vouch for him, sold him 50m 07 gold. Thanks man!

 

He went first. Bought 15m gold. He went first. Thanks.

EDIT: He bought 30m before. Also then he went first.

EDIT2: Good user.

 

Mr. Wilbert and I have come to the conclusion that after he send me the money I will make this man a real life millionair. That's what Nigerian princes do afteral.

I have already made this man a Runescape Multiomillionair by selling him 10 million gold pieces.

 

I sold him 20 more million gold pieces, thank you

 

I went first. I sold him a pure account. I gave him the details before he paid me, and has not let me down. Thank you very much for this pleasant business transaction.
Vilfa looked at the huge Rune Scim in his hands and felt relaxed.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. He had always loved cosy Sythe with its faffdorking, faint fields. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Shane Godfrey. Shane was a ruthless hero with slimy fat arms and moist chicken legs.
Vilfa gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a smart, hopeful, Finnish Beer drinker with amazing fat arms and handsome chicken legs. His friends saw him as an arrogant, agreeable angel. Once, he had even helped a loud disabled person recover from a flying accident.
But not even a smart person who had once helped a loud disabled person recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Shane had in store today.
The moon shone like scaping blue bottles, making Vilfa nice.
As Vilfa stepped outside and Shane came closer, he could see the inexpensive glint in his eye.
"Look Vilfa," growled Shane, with an energetic glare that reminded Vilfa of ruthless lizards. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Internet access. You owe me 1915 Euro."
Vilfa looked back, even more nice and still fingering the huge Rune Scim. "Shane, what an amazing account," he replied.
They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two faithful, fat foxes PKing at a very caring dinner party, which had Sea Shanty 2 music playing in the background and two lovable uncles talking to the beat.
Vilfa regarded Shane's slimy fat arms and moist chicken legs. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.
Shane glared. "Do you want me to shove that huge Rune Scim where the sun don't shine?"
Vilfa promptly remembered his smart and hopeful values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
Shane looked cool, his wallet blushing like a blushing, bumpy banana.
Then Shane came inside for a nice drink of Finnish Beer.