Yes

When the storm finally abated, Azula emerged, drenched and shivering. Her eyes caught a glimpse of a nondescript leather-bound book lying on the ground. She picked it up, her initial instinct to burn it, but curiosity got the better of her. She opened the book and began to read.

"The world runs on rules. Schools and companies have their handbooks. Neighborhoods have their homeowners associations. Even countries have their laws. You spend all day following rules. Wouldn't it be nice if you could be the one writing the rules for once? Now you can. This is the Rulebook. Simply put the name of an organization and write your rules. Any rule you can think of will be followed by everyone in that organization.

You can write Old Rules and New Rules. People will treat Old Rules casually, like they've been around forever. The world will even change to accommodate Old Rules as you write them. On the other hand, New Rules only go into effect once you've written them down. People will still follow them, but they may express nervousness, embarrassment, excitement, or other emotions about them.

Oh, and One last tip: make sure you use a pencil. Wouldn't want you regretting your changes."

Azula's eyes gleamed with newfound ambition. She burned a piece of wood, turning it into charcoal, and wrote, "Old Rule: I, Azula, am the one and only owner of this book." She felt a surge of power, a thrill that sent shivers down her spine. Steadying herself, she wrote the next rule: "Old Rule: I, Azula, was born the Heir of the Fire Nation."