Mark Williams, the definition of average

Mark is a regular guy, about as regular as a guy can get. At 5'10 he is average height, he has brown hair and brown eyes. He is neither fat nor is he skinny, he is not the most outgoing person nor is he the least, he is perfectly in the middle. Maybe in some cosmic way that is why he came into possession of the Rulebook. He leaves the coffee shop with the book in tow, barely believing what he has and rushes home before he can wake up from this dream.

Mark rushes in the front door and into his girlfriend, Claire. I know it seems strange that Mark would have a girlfriend but Claire was fairly average as well, she stood about 5'5 and had a cute round face with brown hair that fell down to her shoulders. Most would describe her as plump or healthy, but she was by no means overweight. Mark liked her anyway they felt like the belonged together.

"Where are you going in a rush?" she asks as he quickly tries to think of a reason for his haste.

"Uhh bathroom." He said thinking quickly and brushed by her.

"Well make sure you flush twice alright." She says with a laugh

As Mark sits on the toilet he thinks about what he is going to write in the book. You see Mark finds his life to be fine, he has a pretty good job and a nice girlfriend but his ultimate dream is something completely out of reach. What Mark wants more than anything is a harem of women. Not just a harem but a harem of women **** to get knocked up by him and him alone. This used to be just the realm of fantasy, but now he could do anything.

He flipped back to the beginning, where the original rules for the universe were written and something caught his eye. Mark had no chance of getting a harem the way things more, women just had too much choice to think more than one woman would choose him as a partner. But what if he could change the odds to be in his favor.

Mark read the rule again "There is 1 woman for every man born" it said. One of the most fundamental rules of mankind, and he had the ability to change it.