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.
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.
Now, 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 stands at a Lord, 48 Warriors, 3 Destroyers, a Tomb Spyder and 7 Scarab bases. Here are a few pics of this month's progress (slow, it's tough to work on them if you work 9-5, lack a halogen lamp, and the daylight hours are getting shorter and shorter).
Here's the battleforce sprues and Lord, laid out and ready:
After assembly and basing, minus 20 Warriors and the Spyder (I know most base after
painting is completed, but considering the bases will be black sand drybrushed with grey, it seems to kill two birds with one stone, really):
And after base-coating:
At present I'm done with the Scarab bases, Destroyers and the Lord, and I'll be uploading a fair few pics of those soon. I've gone for a simple scheme - dark green guns (almost black) with a crystalline sheen to them, green metallic shoulderpads, but the rest is the classic rusted metal look. Hopefully this will bring the Necron lovers out of the woodworks!