Leaving behind the ongoing narrative of Brent and his Necrons (which was touch and go, I was thinking of... in fact, screw it, here goes).
“Brent clenched his teeth and calmly reminded himself in a sing song voice that this was what he had forgotten. The structured armies composed to exploit the benefits of scenarios and accommodating as much as possible in those situations. He gently goaded himself into remembering that this was why his Necrons, the inhabitants of the Tombworld Khase (pun here), has re-entered slumber. The scenarios had been against him this time. Again.”
