She can be a hero

I put my pencil to the paper, but stopped. What exactly did I want? Could I just use this book to wipe away the Endbringers? Save the world? It seemed kinda selfish to use this to my own gain. . . But then again I deserved a little selfishness right? The bullying, the city, my moms ****, the world owes me some good things if there's any sense of justice in the world. Using this book to be a hero was fine. . . Right?

I suppose even with the vague goal of being a hero there was more than one way to skin a cat. I could become an actual hero, write the rules for me to always win a fight (and isn't that a broken power) dress up in a costume and save the world while feeling great.

The other option would ironically, be more heroic. I could write down rules that fix all the worlds problems right now, shit, with the old rules system I could fix all the problems in the world retroactively so that they were never there. And of course after this, who could blame me for enjoying my free world a little with the power of the rule book?

What to do. . .