Snippet #2622208

Harley blinked at the gun pointed at her face. Unacceptable, surely. She wasn't really sure if she was cut out for this king thing like the book said she was. Who cares anyways about that damn book, it could've been written by a kindergartner, a lot of the words were spelled in crayon and misspelled anyways. She would keep that crown though, and the cape, she looked rather cute in it.

A trail of cars pumping out smoke as if they drove right out from the industrial era rolled up the street. The man who pointed the gun in her direction didn't let it down, but still went to go talk to the man. "That much smoke is gonna kill you, y'know."