same. The turrets look a bit blocky to me.

I see the two sets of twins closing in for the kill, and feel a firebird’s infernal breath down my neck as he prepares to roast my chassis. They are all desperate to stop me, as I hold the game-ender; the red teams flag itself. I am rolling at full speed to our flag, our home. My team cannot help me; it is all up to me to save us all. Suddenly, a beautiful celestial burst tears through the sky, giving me the motivation to slap the flag down. A comforting sound plays, and the rest is Silence…