Yes, dragoons exist. They’re a historical/mythological thingy, except that there’s so many conflicting stories about them that I’ve actually heard debates as to what dragoons originally were.
Basically, they’re everything from elite medieval knights to people who jump really high and land on other peoples’ heads.
But as far as saying “We’ll all look like Dragoons” doesn’t make sense, unless you’re saying “We’ll all look like brilliant warriors leading our armies into war.”. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t what you were going for, though.
I think you meant to say “We’ll all look like goons”.
… Although I think if you say that in an English country you’ll probably still just get laughed at. To ensure that you don’t mess up mannerisms, just chuck in a few cusswords every now and then. Then nobody can @#%$ well laugh at you, 'cause you’re bad ass. Hell yeah.
** Jubba and every woman I’ve pretend to care about the problems of (and now Renn or some other misc. Kirupa board female beats the living crap out of me):**
Self-pity is unflattering. You’re a rich white kid. You have the world on a silver platter. Having too many people ask you to the prom isn’t apocolyptic. (Okay, granted, I wasn’t totally talking to Jubba there.)
I don’t believe imagination ever really disappears - I think it just gets repressed when people start mocking you for acting childish. If you actually tried to, you could come up with whatever idea you wanted.
Likewise, I could be making amazing Flash programs right now if I just got past the big mental barrier I have for some reason that won’t let me click on the Flash icon and use the bloody thing in the first place. It’s not that I can’t, it’s just that my subconcious got annoyed that last time I used Flash it had to figure out a million and one repetitive mathematical formulas and now it has no intention of risking doing that again.
Point is… (Strike a cheesy pose:) Believe in yourself and you can accomplish anything!