Chapter 3 by c1ph4r

Now, what kind of guy are you?

Edwin Wuertz, a frustrated lawyer.

After grabbing the Rulebook from where he had dropped it on the table, Edwin stuffed it into his briefcase and rushed out of the coffee shop.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," he thought to himself. Only an hour before, he had left the courthouse having lost another case. The defendant, his client, had just been sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole, but the evidence was clear that he was innocent. The prosecutions' witnesses had obfuscated enough evidence and even lied under oath, resulting in a win for the prosecution and an innocent man to be sent to prison.

It didn't help that his ex-girlfriend had broken up with him the day before. Jane had gone off on him, claiming that he was talentless, in the courtroom (as evidenced by his inability to win a case) and in the bedroom (due to the small size of his prick). She left without giving him a chance to explain how corrupt the system was.

He needed to think. For once, he had the power to change things. To right the wrongs and the indignities he had suffered.

Rushing into his apartment, Edwin retrieved the Rulebook and a pencil and collapsed onto his sofa.