From Gears of War’s gritty embrace,
To Fortnite’s vibrant, pixel-painted space,
Epic Games, a name that ignites,
A studio weaving dreams, bathed in digital lights.

CliffyB’s vision, Tim Sweeney’s might,
Innovation their compass, guiding day and night.
Unreal Engine, a canvas vast,
Worlds unfolding, stories meant to last.

Across genres they dance, with passion untold,
From Shadow Complex’s stealth, to Rocket League’s gold.
The Paragon dream, though faded and flown,
Left lessons learned, seeds for futures yet sown.

Epic’s heart beats with a rhythm unique,
Forging connections, defying the meek.
Cross-play bridges built, walls torn down,
Gaming’s landscape forever unbound.

But shadows arise, whispers of discord,
Of lawsuits and battles, words bitterly poured.
Community voices, demanding to be heard,
Fairness and balance, a future untoward.

Can Epic navigate, the challenges at hand?
Uphold the spirit, for gamers across the land?
Invest in creativity, where talents take flight,
And ignite imaginations, bathed in digital light.

For Epic Games is more than just code and design,
It’s a force that empowers, where stories entwine.
So let the journey continue, ever evolve,
And may their creations, forever enthrall.

So raise a controller, to the pixels they craft,
And may Epic Games remember, the power they draft.
To be the guardians, of the interactive flame,
Where passion unites us, forever the same.

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