Let me tell you a story my son. Be forewarned, this is not your normal, modern day fairy tale. This is like fairy tales of old, before they were laundered and sanitized by modern animation factories. Remember in original "Little Red Riding Hood" wolf slaughtered and killed everyone, including cute little girl.Some time ago there was kingdom of Webring. The kingdom was united and it's people were happy and content. Webring was huge, grand it was indeed. At it's height it was reported to include over 80,000 villages, cities and towns (all collectively known as webrings). Each town was ruled by a ringmaster, and each ringmaster had unlimited control over his population. At it's height, kingdom is reported to have housed well over a million souls (ringmembers).
Although there were usual problems associated with a large community, in general people were happy and content. Happy, that is, until one day a foul stench wafted through kingdom. A rumor it was, horrible to ears. The empire of Y! was visiting with an eye towards assimilation.
Unfortunately rumors were true, and happy kingdom was purchased by empire of Y! A shiver ran through planet that day, a foul day indeed.
At first there was little change and people went about their daily business. New rings were created at a great rate and, on surface at least, all appeared to be normal.
Normal, that is, until one day a memo was delivered to all of ringmasters, claiming that great and wonderful changes were afoot. Things were going to happen now, good things. The kingdom of Webring was going to change in ways wonderful to behold.
It was common for ringmasters to congregate in great meeting hall of Webringnews, which was ruled by a gentle ruler known mysteriously only as "the Bob". As rumors of change swept through kingdom loyal subjects began to meet in hall, rightly concerned about vagueness of notice and possibilities it introduced.
Nothing useful was gleaned from leaders of Y! so ringmasters assumed worst. The halls of Webringnews shook with speculation and consternation. The mighty Bob had his hands full maintaining order among wild and woolly subjects.
During this time rose some great knights. The wise sir James encouraged all to remain calm. His words of wisdom earned him a special place in annuals of Webing. The upstart Gunnar, sensing that this story might not have a happy ending, split from kingdom to create a new kingdom - mythical land of Ringlink. These and many others contributed to wonderful conversations and speculations that went on during these stressful times.
Also came rumor of other kingdoms - deserted but promising land of Ringsurf, hills of Boomis and wild outbacks of Netring. Slowly at first but with gathering momentum ringmasters began to leave Kingdom. All were sensing doom and destruction at hands of evil leaders of Y!
The fateful day came. It is remembered by all with whispers of fear and loathing. This is day that armies of Y! marched through kingdom, announcing new order that was now upon all of subjects. All would be assimilated, all would obey. The day was September 5, 2000, and it would be forever associated with a curse - curse of Black Tuesday.
The mighty Y! put into effect a new constitution, central component of which was sacred Navbar. The Navbar was wondrous indeed, so preached minions of Y!, so awesome that it would be loved by all. So decreed mighty Y!, so said holy Bob, and so it shall be. This Navbar was so incredibly monumental that it was unleashed upon kingdom with no advance warning, no training and no instructions. Surely it would be a new world, a world were all rings were equal, and all swore allegiance to Y!