The Land of the Drab Dragoon

13 years before anyone can remember, I wrote a bunch of nonsense on a page. This nonsense was so explosively evocative that anyone who recalled its scent doubled over, anyone who could recall its length had their joints instinctually lock, and anyone actually reading it currently was incapable of thinking of anything else for 3 days.   However, this paragraph was by no means spectacular. In this world that I created on the page, which also existed in the world around it, many far more spectacular and unpredictable things existed. Dragons that existed of Void and could make tangible matter disappear simply by breathing on it. Morally questionable gods and bright-eyed honors students fought side-by-side when their favorite fast food restaurants teetered on the verge of bankruptcy. Even the birds could not recall how far to the North the world stretched on, besides being bound to a strict finite distance in every other direction.   And yet there existed a Drab Dragoon.