Have the Rulebook available at Church

Quickly, you write a few rules in the Rulebook.

New Rule: Only the one who wrote this particular rule, henceforth referred to as I, me, my, or mine, can see, write in, or interact with the Rulebook.

New Rule: I can write in the Rulebook without people noticing my actions of doing so.

Satisfied with these two changes, you put the Rulebook in your bag and leave the coffee shop. Because of the history of the town, most of the 'downtown' portion of the area is all built up around a large church, the one you attend. With a ten minute relaxed walk, you find yourself at the church about fifteen minutes early, a habit you've made to ensure your punctuality. You quickly find your mother (or rather, she immediately found you) and she leads you into the sanctuary, where you take your seat next to her in the pew. You take out the holy book, the Holy Ghelim, and place it on your lap. You also get out the Rulebook and place it on your lap as well, but your mother doesn't seem to notice it at all.

Sitting on the pew, soon enough your not-quite-so-cushiony butt starts to get a little uncomfortable. While the pews are padded, the padding's not particularly thick and it's fairly old as well, having lost most of it's cushion effect. This is certainly one of the reasons you don't much care for being here. However, the people coming to the church tend not to destroy the things inside it, so the church leadership still hasn't found reason to replace them. Instead, you resolve to fix it with a quick rule change, something about the Three Deities blessing church facilities to be anti-entropic. As the rule takes effect, the cushions are quickly replaced by brand new ones at least twice as thick, quickly satisfying one need for now.

After some minutes, the sanctuary begins to fill up with people, many of whom give you greetings which you return as pleasantly as you can, since you don't want to make unnecessary problems with neighbors. Eventually the pastor comes out, an older man in his sixties with steel grey hair, and he begins the sermon. As he drones on, within minutes, you find yourself on the verge of yawning from boredom. You have nothing particularly against the sermon, but it's not interesting to you and doesn't pertain to you at all.

That's when you consider whether or not to use the Rulebook to entertain yourself...