What happens next?

We Recenter ourselves

It's the Monday after you received The Rulebook. It's been a wild week with a pretty steep learning curve. It turns out an artifact that can change reality is pretty dangerous. It also turns out that if you write stuff like "All women..." things get out of hand pretty quickly. So there might have been a plague of big titty sex zombies, which may or may not have lead to a thermonuclear war.

The point is that you fixed all of that, everyone is alive (again), and you're a better more understanding person for having lived through megadeath. Which is why you want to kick this week off with a new rule.

New Rule: All governments both big and small will pursue world peace as their most important goal, and work to establish fair and equitable liberal democracies for all mankind.

God damn that felt good.

Now that you've gotten your good deed out of the way, back to the awful draconian fascism you've set up at your school.

It's Monday morning the birds are alive and chirping, and no one is fleeing in terror at the sight of mushroom clouds blooming on the horizon. It's all about the little things, ya know?

The whole gang is here in homeroom with you, Stella, Lucy, The Twins, Mrs. Barker, Chad, That one blonde girl, Mindy, all the hits. They're just sitting at their desks living their best lives, and enjoying the spring of youth with the foolhardiness of teens. They're so beautiful.

You almost tear up, honestly. It's just like... this is life, ya know? They're doing it right now, and they didn't even need anyone's permission. Your life didn't even really start until that Rulebook landed in your life, but these cats were alive the whole way.

It's among this serene appreciation for these youths you call your peers, that you notice one of them has breached the dress code! You instantly drop the Gandhi routine, and charge over to her to set her straight, and issue a new punishment. You might have a new lease on life, but hey, rules are rules.