When I was fourteen, I spent most of a summer with my best friend, sat in Games Workshop. The other kids were out playing football, chasing girls and breathing fresh air. But we did something better. Something noble.
We painted.
Every day was about something new – some days I’d be tackling a few tricky assault marines, some days it would be gazing longingly at tanks I’d eventually buy, but never assemble. I was, like all teenage hobbyists, flawed in that I was fourteen and therefore a complete idiot. I spent a ton of cash on Orks, Tyranids, and Space Marines. Even a few random models I just liked the look of. Hundreds, if not thousands of pounds later, my shelves collapsed, a year or two on from my passionate hobby-focused summer.
Most models simply broke. Undercoated models waiting for their first lick of paint shattered. Painted models chipped and broke. They all went into storage in the attic, and I took that as a sign to destroy the wardrobe that had taken out thousands of points worth of models. It was time to move on.
Yet, years later, I found myself doing the same thing, especially over the last few months. I’d go to the Games Workshop site, and browse their models for hours, building fantasy army lists and filling my basket, only to never buy anything whatsoever. Once it was Tau. The next time it was Black Templars.
However, recently, it was Necrons. I remember them coming out, near the end of my Games Workshop hang-out days. Watching a friend piece together a Monolith, staring at these amazing models that we only knew of as pewter embarrassments in expensive blister packs before that day. They looked like skeletons fresh out of Egyptian culture, mixed with The Terminator‘s T101 endoskeleton, and carried rifles as badass as anything you’d ever seen. Best bit? They were mixed with the regenerative abilities of the T1000 from Judgement Day.
But my other confession? I only ever played one match properly, and it wasn’t even played with proper rules. I won, but that was because the other guy (my best friend) conceded the battle. A victory due to the cowardice of an opponent is, let’s be honest, not really a victory at all. You’re just a bully with painting skills and a lot of disposable income.
So in just under two weeks, I’ll be building a Necron army, and starting to play. I plan to tournament-play. I plan to dominate tournament play. Yeah, they’ll be Necrons of a generic colour scheme, and of course I’ll be starting with the battleforce (you’re an idiot if you don’t), but that’s how I’ll roll.
Currently, the army list I’m rolling with is fluctuating a considerable amount, but I’m pretty sure a Lord and Battleforce are a good place to start. I’ll be digging through army lists this week and I’ll see what sounds good, but for now I’d like to build up slowly to a nice tournament-balanced 1500 point force (though a Monolith is a must).
Phase out.
Team Necron 