Oh, Apex Legends, in the arena so grand,
Where heroes and outcasts from all lands stand.
A ballet of bullets, a symphony of strife,
Each match a struggle, a fight for life.
Legends aplenty, each unique in their lore,
In the Outlands, their stories soar.
A dance of strategy, skill, and might,
Under the sun and moon, both day and night.
Teamwork woven with a solo's dream,
In this world, every player is supreme.
A game where cunning meets gun's roar,
In the pantheon of shooters, you're folklore.
So, to Apex Legends, I sing this song,
In the heart of battle, where legends belong.
The Angry Troll
Apex Legends? More like Apex Letdowns! You tiny folk and your fancy-schmancy 'battle royales.' Running around a map like lost goblins in a maze, shooting at shadows. Where's the honor? The glory? The characters, with as much depth as a kiddie pool, spout one-liners that make you cringe harder than dad jokes. Gunplay? If I wanted to shoot peas, I'd go to a cafeteria food fight. The map's about as diverse as a desert – you've seen one dusty, loot-scarce corner, you've seen 'em all. Sure, it's free, but so is getting a headache. I'll stick to my good ol' club and boulder tossing, thank you. At least then, when I hit something, it stays hit! No "respawning" nonsense.