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[[Image:1227797058418.jpg|thumb|right|''5th Edition'' wrecked their shit.]]

'''Necrons''', also known by some as Noobcrons, are the Tomb King expys of the Warhammer 40,000 universe. (Which rounds off the rest of the 40K universe being Fantasy races.... ''IIIIIN SPAAAAAAACE''.)
 
Up until 5th Ed., the were supposed to worship (theoretical) [[Vampire|vampires]] who liked sucking the (tasty, gooey) living shit out of stars (which is bizarre, but [[Games Workshop]] frequently does [[rage|shit]] like that).
Then the Matt Ward codex came along and WOOPS, NO, turns out they killed/imprisoned their vampire gods! (see new fluff section for the faggotry he inflicted).

Gameplay-wise, some used to consider the Noobcrons to have been unduly OP during their introduction. A respectable amount of evidence can be gathered to grant credence to this viewpoint. 
The rapid change in fluff between the 5th edition codex and its predecessor is controversial, to put it lightly, and while both versions of the Necrons' background have their fans, many would agree that the retconning was drastic and heavy-handed.

The Necrons received a long awaited codex update in 2011... from the hated [[Matt Ward]]. After having the Necrons and [[Blood Angels]] <s>secret lovers that the universe was not yet ready to understand</s> cooperate against the 'nids, after which the noobcrons proceeded to let the fucking [[Blood Angels|SPEHSS MEHREENS]] get away without raep, fans worried that the [[Ultramarines|Great Taint]] would spread to the robots, who had already suffered from GW's neglect, like every non-Space Marine faction. 
 
Overall, the codex was actually... fairly decent, with bitch-worthy fluff kept to a minimum (though the way it was introduced was bitch worthy in of itself, and the Necrons possessing reliable time travel raises a lot of questions) and the crunch being balanced, high tier but not OP.  This had lead to the crazy but surprisingly plausible theory that Matt Ward was really a Necron fanboy all along, and after losing to an Ultramarines player, decided to discredit the Space marines by writing several exceedingly shitty codexes for them, and then turn around and make a respectable update for the Necrons as part of a labyrinthian plot to get back at the Space Marines.

But there is other good news. With the Necrons now being somewhat popular, they are about to get a new slew of Forgeworld loving, thanks to the announcement that they are scheduled to be featured in Imperial Armor 12 along with the Minotaurs Chapter Space Marines (meaning we may finally get Medusa V Tomb Stalkers and Megaliths, so we don't have to rely on Pylon, Scarab, Barge, Warscythe, and Heat-ray spam to down Titans). 

[[File:1304191380926.jpg|thumb|250px|right|Updates EVERYWHERE!....Though now the Necron should be the one telling the fire warrior this.]]
== Original Fluff - Birth of the Angry Goth Terminators==

[[File:245433.jpg|200px|right|thumb|Nothing is sacred]]
A long-ass time ago (even before the [[Eldar|Spess Elves]]) the Necrontyr [[Grimdark|lived on a planet blasted by radiation from their sun. Their short lives were punctuated from beginning to end with cancers]], [[AIDS|AIDS]], and [[Grimdark|pain]]. 

At the same time, a race of psychically-attuned forefathers called the [[Old Ones]] had built a vast civilization throughout the galaxy. They seeded many races (leaving [[human|humanity]] alone) and generally showed off. Oh yeah, and they are speculated to be immortal [[lizardmen|lizards]].

[[Grimdark|The Necrontyr met the Old Ones and quickly grew to resent their neighbors, loathing how long their lifespan was by comparison. Resentment grew into bitter jealousy and finally all-consuming hatred. The Old Ones were indeed much stronger though, and repelled Necrontyr assault after assault until the angsty race was clinging to the edge of the galaxy]].

The Necrontyr finally located and loosed a force known as the C'tan, beings with immense power over the corporeal world. The realm of the Warp, which the Old Ones used extensively, was anathema to them, and they sought nothing less than the total separation of the real world from the Maelstrom. 

The Necrontyr bargained with the Deceiver - yes, suspend your disbelief for a moment that anyone would trust a guy named the Deceiver - for eternal life. The Deceiver promised the living Necron race immortality and fun times if they'd sacrifice their bodies to the gods to be replaced with metallic-y goodness. The Necrontyr agree to The Deceiver's terms, and have their souls ripped out of their collective urethrae, replacing the Necrontyr with the skeletal metal bodies of the Necrons.

[[File:Curse you mat ward.jpg|150px|right|thumb|We're already doomed...
thank you [[Matt Ward]]... thank you...]]

War breaks out between the Necron and the Old Ones. The Old Ones get their asses soundly beat over and over again, creating new races (lol, [[Ork|Krork]]) to defend themselves with. Oh, and by using the Warp as a weapon, they turned it into the [[warp|fun place we all know and love]].

After the Old Ones strategy of cranking out race after race to be used backfired when the Enslaver Plague rolled around, the C'Tan go on a feast of galactic proportions. It isn't until they realize that the food (see: EVERYTHING!) is drying out that they decide to go to sleep for 60 million years, 'till the scrumptious morsels known as EVERYTHING regrew.

In present time, the Necron spend most of their time killing anything with a pulse and generally hating anything living, including bacteria. The rest of their time is spent on sleeping and being Super Secret Pony Princess Unicorn Best Friends Forever with Blood Angels. Because that makes sense. (We don't like it any more than you do - 'Crons)
They're the goth craze if you dipped them in liquid hate and injected them with 400% of your daily allotment of cheese.

DISREGARD THAT, WARD SUCKS COCKS.
(the whole fucking story got retconned thanks to UltraFaggot fanboi Matt Ward).

Now Necrons are a bunch of Tomb Kings IN SPACE who DESTROYED the C'tans and ride in boats shaped like the Ultramarine Chapter's Emblem... I WISH I made that up...

==The New Fluff==
[[File:Necron reboot.jpg|300px|right|thumb|Dude wut?]]

There is a dramatic change in the fluff in this codex (5th Ed.) from the previous incarnation of the Necrons. 

The Necrontyr's empire was massive at one point, but the different Lords in the galaxy wide dominion started to turn against each other in civil war. To prevent this from happening, the overall ruler of the Necrontyr (the Silent King) started the war against the [[Old Ones]] specifically to give them a common enemy to fight against to prevent his people from destroying themselves. Of course, the Old Ones ended up kicking their butts, and in desperation, the Silent King allied with the C'Tan (who had been attracted to the pure hate and rage the Necrontyr held for the Old Ones, a common enemy of the C'tan) and agreed to the Deceiver's pact to give them shiny new immortal bodies without realizing what he was doing. The devious star god had in fact tricked the Necrontyr into giving up their mortal bodies and souls so that he and his hommies could gorge themselves on their tasty ass meats. After consuming THE ENTIRE Necrontyr race, the C'tan were pretty much the equivalent of Superman crossed with a level 9001 Super Sayian Goku, and so were basically able to hand the Old Ones their collective asses. However, after the Necrons helped the C'Tan to kill off the last Old Ones, while the C'tan were recuperating, the Silent King then ordered the Necrons to turn on the C'Tan in vengeance and utterly destroyed the star gods, shattering them into tiny shards of their previous power (which they conveniently collected and stored for later use). This coup against the C'Tan weakened the Necrons so much they decided to go into stasis to avoid the vengeance of the Eldar (the C'Tan had killed the Old Ones, but not all their mutant offspring). 

Now that the Necrons have reawakened in the 41st millennium, their goal is no longer to 'harvest' souls for the C'Tan (the C'Tan shards are now their slaves) as it was in the old book, but rather to reestablish the great Necron empire that spanned the galaxy before the war with the Old Ones began. However, the overall hierarchy of the Necron people is gone for the most part, leaving each individual Dynasty to once again rule for itself. This means each Tomb World (or cluster of Necron worlds) is essentially a separate little empire to itself, with a full backstory and idiosyncrasies. While Necron warriors are pretty much just automatons, and Immortals not too much better, the majority of the upper echelon of Necron society retained some degree of personality.

So there is lots of crazy nuance to Necron culture that was never present before. The codex now has plenty of 'quote' boxes featuring memorable quotes from Necron Lords like other races have in their books. There are some Necron Lords who honor valor in battle, there are a few Necron Lords who trade with other races, and although an uneasy alliance apparently (yes Necrons and Blood Angels did end up fighting against a Tyranid Hive Fleet together). Oh, and there is definitely plenty of reason to have Necron vs. Necron action now (as the old feuds between competing Necron Lords flare back up again). 

All in all, it is a major tonal shift. While part of the fan base recoils from it, the other part thinks that Necrons as they were had no distinct 'character' that each player could choose to get behind. Yes, the race as a whole had 'character' in how it was organized and functioned, but there was never any really good reason that a player should have his Necron force painted and modeled 'X' way as opposed to another player with his Necron army looking 'Y' way. People certainly painted their Necrons in different (neat) ways, but there was never really any good fluff giving players inspiration to do so. Although the fact that Necrons want fleshy bodies for "bio-transfer" is pretty effing stupid considering that they're basically awesome zombie robots, but whatevs.

The only real 'personality' in the old book was the Deceiver, and that frankly wasn't the Necrons, it was their god. The mindless mission that all Necrons were on was basically really similar to Tyranids...the Necrons were coming to harvest every living thing in the galaxy (yawn). While the goal of the Necrons was similar to that of the Tyranids, they both went about it in very different ways. The Necrons were an ancient race surrounded by eery silence, made of cold metal, enslaved by demigods to harvest life in the galaxy to sustain these powerful beings. The Tyranids are a biological menace from beyond the galaxy, driven by an insatiable hunger to consume and destroy. Differences aside, OldCrons had the personality of a plastic bottle, NewCrons finally got some halfway interesting shit going for them. 

This new incarnation, love it or hate it, gives the Necrons a whole wide array of personality and every single empire has different goals and motives (not to mention paint schemes, markings, etc). This new incarnation succeeds in destroying everything that had already been established in the Necron fluff, turning the silent killing machines into a bunch of robots playing Egyptian political chess in space. Some Necron Lords are obsessed with finding the perfect flesh bodies to transfer their sentience back into. One Necron Tomb World was damaged during the great sleep and erased all the Necron sentience and has started basically commanding its Necrons like true robots (and is actively attacking other Necron worlds to take them over and keep growing), and there are of course dozens more little stories. The Silent King, after leaving the galaxy once defeating the C'Tan (basically exiling himself for the unforgivable crime of allowing the C'tan to remove the soul of his people), encountered the Tyranids in the void between galaxies and has returned to spur the Necrons into action against the Bugs (realizing that if the Tyranids wipe the galaxy clean of biological matter, then the Necrons will never find a form to transfer their minds back into). 

Oh, and the biggest rival of the Necrons is now actually the Alaitoc Craftworld. Apparently they are the only Eldar who stayed true on the original path to seek out and destroy Necron Tomb Worlds while the rest of the Eldar got all caught up in their decadence and then the Fall. Alaitoc rangers have traveled the galaxy far and wide over the millennia (ever since the Necrons went to sleep) to track down and destroy or hamper Tomb Worlds from reawakening. 

So with this new direction there is now tons of different possibilities for players to make Necrons forces different from each other, and there are neat new takes on 'nemesis' races like Eldar & Tyranids to drive gaming plots, as well as good reason for Necron on Necron battles. 

And as for totally destroying the background of the C'Tan, the codex does allude to the fact that there are lots of unaccounted for C'Tan shards (or maybe even yet unshattered C'tan?) still allegedly cast around the galaxy. The Necron are always trying to hunt them down and imprison them (in pocket dimension prisons), but this does still leave the door totally wide open for a shard of 'The Dragon' to be on Mars and for shards of 'The Deceiver' to have done all the crazy things that's been written about him in novels. Essentially, the full power C'Tan were massively, massively powerful, and the 'shard' versions of them are closer to the idea of what we had in the last codex anyway (something that can be killed/banished on a battlefield). And of course, as everyone knows, the Outsider is still on his extra-galactic camping trip, totally whole and crying over [[meme|WHAAAAAT, HEEES, DOOONNE!!!]]. As he's likely the last unsharded C'tan, whenever the Outsider gets back, everyone is fucked.  ''Everyone.''  Even you, the player, ''especially you, the player.''

==Regarding Fluff Change - Sore butts. Everywhere.==

The Necron backstory remains largely the same, except now the Necrons were not enslaved, but merely ripped off by the C'tan. Their leader the Silent King was horrified with this, and so fought and enslaved the C'Tan when they had their backs turned. This allowed (most) of the Necrons to be freed from control, restoring some of their personality. They went into stasis now to let the galaxy recover from the war, and now that they have awoken divided and confused, it's a free for all for who can conquer the galaxy in the name of all things robotic. Well, all things zombie robotic but you get the idea...

It is widely conceded that the worst loss was the removal of Pariahs, which were universally agreed to be one of the coolest and scariest aspects of the Necrons, something that really made them stand out (even if they weren't that great on the tabletop). The Pariahs' origins were a great way to show an outsider's perspective of the Necrons without getting told to GTFO their lawn via gauss weaponry, and something that Thomas Macabee in Dark Crusade just made so incredibly badass.

In any case, the Warhammer galaxy already has a pantheon of four asshole gods, so who gives a shit if the C'tan wannabes got turned into legendary pokemon?

== Gameplay ==
[[File:Lord.jpg|300px|right|thumb|A mountain of rape]]
Pre-5th edition, the Necrons were virtually an unstoppable Shooty army. Their simple tactic of move-shoot-move-shoot in-tandem with their gauss weaponry capable of vaporizing anything (including heavy tanks) in front of them with impunity, and their Marine-like stats spawned the all famous "March of Doom", which was basically a non-stop forward march of Necron Warriors, Immortals, and Destroyers to flatten the table. And the innate WBB rolls ensured that the march was fuckhard to stop, especially in tandem with resurrection orbs, pylons, monoliths, and some of the cheesier necron formations; since the tin-men had a very good chance of getting back up after being downed. But that was then...
[[File:A Silent King.jpg|300px|thumb|Oh oh, you have been confronted by a 9ft homicidal robot, I know, let's just stand there like a dumbass because surely his vision must be based on movement! ]]
The Necron have since been severely nerfed in ''5th Edition'', due to vehicles being a bit more sturdy. In the previous edition, they could potentially destroy any enemy (including heavy vehicles) with just their default troops choice - Gauss weaponry caused (and still does) glancing hits on a roll of 6 (it used to cause automatic wounds, too, but they've done away with that ridiculousness). Necron Warriors dispatching [[Land Raider]]s or [[Leman Russ Battle Tank|Leman Russ Tanks]] with these glancing hits was ''not'' unheard of, causing many veterans of 40K tabletop to rightly declare the Necrons to be [[Cheese]]. 

Post-edition update, due to the new Armor Penetration rules, Necron Warriors can still harass, stun-lock, and annoy vehicles - even heavy ones - but are much less able to gun down a heavy like a Predator Tank or [[Vindicator]] with simple massed Warrior fire, to the delight of non-Necron players everywhere. Massed fire from Necron Warriors ''can'' still kill a heavy vehicle, but it will take a veritable barrage of shots to do so now, making it a bit less likely that players can spam the shit out of warrior squads and come away triumphant, making this an improvement. A smart NewCron player learns to not over-rely on Warriors now, using backup from a mix of Scarabs, Doomsday Arks, Barge Lords, Wraiths, and Harbingers of Destruction in order to pack quality anti-vehicle options.

In spite of the [[Nerf|nerf]], Necrons remain a competent and extremely dangerous force to an infantry-based army (especially the Tyranids who are easily fucked over by Tesla weapons and Mindshackle Scarabs). A competently-run Necron army will be able to threaten heavy vehicles as well; one that continues to over-rely on Necron Warriors will find itself getting [[FATAL|raped]] if a Leman Russ, [[Manticore Rocket Launcher]], [[Deathstrike Missile Launcher]], or Vindicator hits the table. Stat-wise, Necrons are rather similar to Space and Chaos Marines, though they essentially have a 5+ Invulnerable Save with their "'''Reanimation Protocols'''" rule (4+ with a Resurrection Orb in the unit). Back when they only had one troop type, and one vehicle, they were an army heavily-focused on shooting. Now it's all about synergy, with Overlords, Lords and Crypteks strategically placed in shooty units, and melee options like Lychguard and the infuriatingly tough-to-kill Wraiths (Flayed Ones got nerfed bad, and are now the worst unit in the codex... at least until 6th Edition rules change shit up, maybe). They also have somewhat useful Monstrous Creatures of sorts in the form of Canoptek Spyders and C'tan Shards.

The infamous [[Monolith]] is easily the most recognizable unit that the Necrons possess. It has 14 armor on each side (and thus no vulnerable spots), a main weapon that cannot be disabled with a "weapon destroyed" result, the ability to teleport your troops out of harm's way, and, in the previous edition, the only skimmer that would not crash when immobilized. In the current edition, skimmers only crash if they moved flat-out the previous turn - and the Monolith can't actually move fast enough to crash when it gets immobilized. However, the same update to glancing hits made it even harder to destroy. The Monolith is no longer the nigh invulnerable mountain of rape it used to be, thanks to its ability to shrug off Melta weapons being removed, but is still relatively decent... however, several of their new vehicles out strip it in many ways, so the once proud 'Lith has been relegated to Apocalypse battles only, in most cases.

Necron infantry are generally slow moving, hard hitting, much like the space marines, if the space marines were able to get back up after dying. They back this with annoying deep-strikers and fast-moving units that are designed to support the Necron player's advance. There is nothing - I repeat - NOTHING, scarier than a Necron player with almost-cheating luck.

An Example:

*Player one has just destroyed player two's Necron warrior squad.

*Player two, A.K.A. Kenny, makes his Reanimation Protocol roll.

*Player one, A.K.A. [[Matt Ward|Commander Numb-Nutz]], is making odd sounds with his mouth, in mockery of Kenny.

*Kenny, A.K.A. Rob, rolls ten 6's. Commander Numb-Nutz promptly stops making noises with his mouth.

*Kenny A.K.A. Rob puts his Necron Squad back on the board, and promptly smokes Commander Numb-Nutz's ass from here to the golden shithouse.

== Victories n' Whatnot ==

Necrons, though vicious in certain types of combat, aren't really great at winning, and are generally a hit-or-miss force, either outright flattening the opponent or getting steamrolled themselves. 

If you want to win with Necrons, be prepared to do your fucking homework and learn how the different units in the codex interact with each other.
There are now several competitive army list builds, each one utilizing a different borderline cheating tactic. These include:

-Warrior Phalanx: More or less played like the old way, use Warriors by the dozens, and be prepared to back them up with support like Ghost Arks and Lords with Res Orbs. These bricks are fucking hard to kill, and put out a metric shit ton of shots, especially if lead by a Phaeron.

-TremorCrons: Use fucking HQ + C'tan combo hax to stop your opponents from moving (or forcing them to lose a third of their models to dangerous terrain tests).

-Wraith Wing: MORE WRAITHS. '''MORE.''' (throw in a Destroyer Lord or two and eat Deathstars for breakfast).

-Scarab Farm: Shit tons of Scarabs, and about 9 Spyders to shit even MOAR Scarabs out every turn. Overwhelm EVERYTHING with the little buggers (HOPE YOU WEREN'T PLANNING ON USING THAT LANDRAIDER THIS GAME!)

-Maximum Threat Overload: Too many threats to deal with, opponents have trouble prioritizing which to kill first (Command Barges, Wraiths, Scarabs, Doom Scythes, LanceTeks). Usually ends with tables being flipped in frustration.

Alternately, one can play Apocalypse and use the Monolith Phalanx, which is one of - if not THE - cheesiest bullshit since 2nd edition Tyranid bullshit (eg. Tyranid Apocalypse formation "out of ammo sarge!"), but as that formation has been errata'd, the Cronz now hold the uncontested title of cheesiest formation ever... until IA12 hits, that is, and the circle of nerf is complete.

==In Battlefleet Gothic==

They are still totally fucking overpowered in Battlefleet Gothic though; their cruisers can crush many other race's battleships without much trouble. But no one plays Battlefleet Gothic, so who gives a shit? Moving on!

==The Harbinger==
Incidentally, the first sign of the new fluff changes was a Black Library novel called Fall of Damnos. Instead of the usual soulless abominations who just walk forward in silence and shoot you, the Necron PoVs showed off a complex royal hierarchy featuring the Cryptek Ankh's political machinations and various competing and jostling Lords who all have their own ambitions and problems. Most notable is the Necron "afflictions", where Necrons who long for their flesh will go crazy and become Flayed Ones, hunting for new skins. Meanwhile Necrons who go a bit too far towards the machine-end end up mutilating themselves into Destroyers. It's all very wacky, and the Necrons are actually pretty talkative too, where the Lord Tahek Voidbringer has some momentary banter with Tigurius during their battle. There's also Sahtah the Enfleshed, a "Flayer Lord" who happily gallops across the icy world of Damnos in his quest for a new face, and the Undying, a very old Lord who constantly forgets where he is in time. You also get weird shit where Necron Warriors let out metallic cries when they phase out, An abandoned and empty throneroom complete with ornate mirrors and empty throne underground, and the fact that Necrons can open their mouths, shrug, and laugh. 

On the one hand, the new fluff from Damnos feels very "[[Tomb Kings]] in Space", however on the other, it does do a decent job of fleshing out the until-this-point C'Tan lackeys a bit (and [[Tomb Kings]] fluff is pretty legit, so ripping it off might not be too bad).
However, according to the new Codex, the Necrons themselves did away with the C'Tan and now do their own thing, employing their former masters as nothing more than genies in bottles.

== A Disturbing Implication ==

Oh yes, it ''could'' very well be worse alright... 

Many years before Matt was the horrifying figure known and loathed the way he is today, he was apparently a Necron player. An old White Dwarf battle report detailed him going up against Ultramarines with his Necrons and getting his ass handed to him. It's easy to see this is where his descent into the blue, white and gold abyss began. However, the truth is likely a far darker one that goes simply beyond the lines of "Hey, what Marines were you using in that game? They were pretty cool..." 

His last Space Marine codex had the Blood Angels befriending and fighting alongside Necrons with little to no reason whatsoever. He scarcely ever mentions anything about them otherwise. 

Suddenly a little dark voice begins to whisper sinister nothings in your head. Whispers of revelations about absurdities that are uncomfortably plausible given this manchild. Ward spends the last couple years making Space Marines the army faction to go to- the perfect badasses everyone loves. With each codex he makes them more and more ludicrous, more and more powerful till they are all the people know and care for. He lets them sit atop GW's throne of money, basking in their glory. 

Then without warning, he pulls the tarp off his final project- the codex Necrons. Insanely and skubtastically blown out of proportion with pants-on-head retarded powers none can match, the Necrons shove the smurfs off their spotlight. Marine players sell out their entire armies just to afford the ridiculous prices on Ward's new bastard creation, pushing the Marines into a dark corner of neglect where ironically the Necrons once hunched imprisoned for nearly a decade. 

The other writers will all unite to attempt to thwart Ward's scheme, but it will be far too late. At this point, a statue of a Necron Warrior will stand at the front of the GW HQ on the same pedestal a Space Marine once stood proudly. Ward will be jerking off to Lolicron in his fortress of solitude, now located in the middle of the Dead Sea, laughing like a little child who just cheated his way to victory in a game of Candy Land.

http://1d4chan.org/index.php?title=Necron&action=edit
TL;DR: Matt Ward is the fucking Deceiver, and all shall weep as his retardation turns out to be a loathing, evil tactical genius that goes off the charts. Even the Necron players themselves, who realize they've been used after they become the peak of GW standards at the price of ever being remotely likable ever again.

Just. As. Planned.

I, for one, welcome our new Necron Overlords.

== TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO TOMB KING HAS EVER GONE BEFORE ==
[[File:Ultracrons.jpg|200px|right|thumb|Matt Ward strikes again]]
On October 14th, Beasts of War provided leaked images of the new Necron miniatures. The Necrons have undergone a transformation: they have gone from the transgenic crop of Terminator meets [[cubes|Cube2:Hypercube]], and become more "TOMB KINGS. IN SPESS!" than they ever were before.

And so it begins: we got [[skub]] with a chance of shitstorms in today's forecast and I'll leave this right here for others to give you the details. Bring your umbrella.

They've also been ripping off the Cylons from Battlestar Galactica with their new fliers. 'Cus we all know that GW can't think up anything themselves <s>nowadays</s> ever.

And the Pariahs <s>are gone from the list</s> have been renamed Lych Guard (what a shock; another elite unit is given the suffix 'guard') and nerfed/buffed to the Nth Degree. If you had any doubt of who's writing this codex before now, then this should settle it once and for all.

In summation: GW has killed all we knew about the Necrons, replacing it with [[C.S. Goto]]'s rendition of Egyptian Alien Space Robots (who built the pyramids, you know).


==See Also==
[[File:Hitler hates the Necrons.jpg|200px|right|thumb|]]
* [[Assholetep]]
* [[Drawfag|lolcron]]
* [[False Immortality]]
* [[Heavy-chan]]
* [[Lolicron]]
* [[Lovecron]]
* [[Papalith]]
* [[Shanako]]
* <s>[[Story of Necron Pariah Kyl Sonder]]</s> Our Spiritual Liege has spoken. What are Pariahs?
* [[Warhammer 40,000/Tactics/Necrons|Tactics/Necrons]]
* [[Thri-Kreen Erotica|Trazyn the--]] Goddamn it!  That link was a fake!  [[Trazyn the Infinite|Curse you Trazyn!!!!]]

==Gallery==
<center><gallery>
Image:1228731983317.jpg|Suddenly, Monoliths just got even more awesome.
Image:1204274003601.jpg|[[Angry Marines]] can really fuck your shit up.
Image:1208121844297.jpg|Necron players are well-known for their carefully planned tactics of "[[Wallhammer|move-shoot-move-shoot]]".
Image:1208122137113.jpg|Thanks to Matt Ward this is now canon. Give thanks to our spiritual liege for Thaszar the Invincible!
Image:274.jpg|IN THE GRIM DARKNESS OF THE 41ST MILLENNIUM, THE ARGUMENT STILL RAGES
Image:1208122702531.jpg|Here we see the humble [[Drawfag|Lolcron]], irritably drawing away.
Image:1229675685738.jpg|
Image:Crons.jpg|Lolcron and lolicron - know the difference!
Image:Necron_by_Android_Arts.jpg
Image:591.jpg|
Image:Thrillercrons.jpg|''The funk of 40,000 years.''
Image:Nodrawtoday.jpg|[[Drawfag|Lolcron]] is a lazy bum these days.
Image:lolcrontroll.jpg|Necron update 2011 in a nutshell. 
File:Pariah Lee.jpg|The Necron's ace in the hole.
Image:Lolcron1.jpg|Damn space commies.
Image:Lolcron2.jpg|''Goddamnit.''
Image:Taucronxeno .jpg|This is what we call a xeno double-down.
Image:Monolith song.jpg|Monoliths are known to inspire great songs.
Image:StupidSexyFlayed.jpg|Flayed Ones are adept at finding ways to maintain a nice figure.
File:Stormlord.jpg|Phaeron Imotekh in all his egotistic glory.
</gallery></center>

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