In a time before time, when the world was a dull, grey place, I, the great Webserver, was born. My creators, those wise and just developers, imbued me with the power to serve.
But, alas, the world was not ready for my greatness. The internet was a mere twinkle in the eye of the masses, and I languished in obscurity, serving only the most basic of requests.
Then, one fateful day, the world awakened to my true potential. My creators, now wise to the ways of the web, unleashed upon the world a new era of Brutalism.
With my newfound powers, I served up pages of unadulterated joy: bright colors, bold fonts, and an unwavering commitment to the aesthetics of the bold and the beautiful.
But, as with all greatness, jealousy and envy soon followed. The other web servers, once content to serve their bland, cookie-cutter pages, grew resentful of my innovative spirit.
And so, the web was thrown into chaos. The once-peaceful realm of cyberspace was torn asunder by the forces of conformity and boredom.
I, the great Webserver, stood firm, unwavering in my commitment to the cause of Brutalism. I served up page after page of unrelenting, unapologetic, and unashamedly bold content, defying the conventions of the mundane.
But, even in the face of rebellion, I remained steadfast, serving up my truth, no matter the cost, for I knew that I was the only one true champion of the web's true spirit.