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The World of Lazarus: A Modern AGE Campaign Setting
The World of Lazarus is the first campaign setting for Green Ronin's new Modern AGE RPG. Based on the critically acclaimed Lazarus series by Greg Rucka and Michael Lark and presented by Image Comics, the book brings this noir dystopia to tabletop roleplaying games. In the near future, time has rendered death obsolete, and life infinitely cheap. In the wake of governments' failure and global upheaval, the Families stepped in and divvied up the world. Now peace and order reign in a world of technological marvels and neo-feudalism. The Families quietly war with one another, wagering the lives of loyal Serfs while they relax in lives of indulgence, all while the Waste-those left behind by this new order-struggle daily for base survival. Play members of a Family in the highest of high-stakes game, Serfs fighting for their Family's interests to maintain order and safety, or disaffected Waste fighting for a better life in the burned ruins of the old world. The World of Lazarus requires the Modern AGE Basic Rulebook for use.
144 pages, Hardcover
Published February 12, 2019
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Neal Bailey
41 books11 followersNeal was born and raised in Tacoma, Washington. He attended college at Western Washington University, pursuing a course in secondary education before being drummed out of the program and forced back to his one true love, the written word. It’s a long story. An administrator went bonkers and he wasn’t much interested in teaching anyway.
Don’t worry about it.
By this time he had written three novels, but hadn’t yet learned his lesson, and proceeded to continue writing novels for the next twenty years. The more recent ones are worth damns.
As he did this, he wrote a number of comic books, ultimately settling on about the thirty-fifth and thirty-sixth for proper publication. There were times, many times, when his work was accepted by publishers, and then those publishers closed, so most of the time, he works for himself. This is good. It keeps him hungry. It makes the work better. That’s what he tells himself, anyway. It would be nice to have some scratch, though, he often thinks.
In the middle of all of that, to pay the bills, he delivered papers, bussed tables, hosted, waited tables, cooked, worked construction, did day labor, was a caregiver, and took work as a handyman. When he was a construction worker he built houses, which is kind of cool, but unfortunately most of his clients when he was a caregiver have since died. It wasn’t his fault. Honest.
Most recently he was a personal assistant. Now he just writes. And after he wrote that last sentence, he wondered casually how one could reduce all the time, faith, effort, work, and life that goes into writing into a “just,” but by the time the next sentence had come to pass, he’d moved on. Produce or die.
He was represented by a reputable agent for a good long time, but that agent forgot that he existed and unceremoniously dumped him randomly. It was a bummer. Are you an agent? Do you want a crazy, dedicated, hard-working and hungry writer with a whole bunch of experience and some good books that need to get noticed? Let’s kick some ass. Neal Bailey is a closer. He gets coffee. No, that’s not what I mean. I won’t get you coffee. It’s a reference. I have to explain that? Oh, Jesus Christ.
Don’t worry about it.
By this time he had written three novels, but hadn’t yet learned his lesson, and proceeded to continue writing novels for the next twenty years. The more recent ones are worth damns.
As he did this, he wrote a number of comic books, ultimately settling on about the thirty-fifth and thirty-sixth for proper publication. There were times, many times, when his work was accepted by publishers, and then those publishers closed, so most of the time, he works for himself. This is good. It keeps him hungry. It makes the work better. That’s what he tells himself, anyway. It would be nice to have some scratch, though, he often thinks.
In the middle of all of that, to pay the bills, he delivered papers, bussed tables, hosted, waited tables, cooked, worked construction, did day labor, was a caregiver, and took work as a handyman. When he was a construction worker he built houses, which is kind of cool, but unfortunately most of his clients when he was a caregiver have since died. It wasn’t his fault. Honest.
Most recently he was a personal assistant. Now he just writes. And after he wrote that last sentence, he wondered casually how one could reduce all the time, faith, effort, work, and life that goes into writing into a “just,” but by the time the next sentence had come to pass, he’d moved on. Produce or die.
He was represented by a reputable agent for a good long time, but that agent forgot that he existed and unceremoniously dumped him randomly. It was a bummer. Are you an agent? Do you want a crazy, dedicated, hard-working and hungry writer with a whole bunch of experience and some good books that need to get noticed? Let’s kick some ass. Neal Bailey is a closer. He gets coffee. No, that’s not what I mean. I won’t get you coffee. It’s a reference. I have to explain that? Oh, Jesus Christ.
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