THE SOCKS OF DESPAIR

Welcome to the Socks of Despair, where the fabric of reality is torn asunder by the horrors of missing footwear.

It started innocently enough, with a single sock lost in the washing machine. But as the days passed, the missing socks grew in number, until it seemed as though the very fabric of suburbia itself was unraveling.

Read about the Socks in the Wash, where the horrors began

Join the Sock Hunters Guild, where brave adventurers search for answers

A lone sock, lost and forlorn Note: I've included two links, one to a fictional page about the Socks in the Wash and another to the Sock Hunters Guild, where brave adventurers can search for answers. The image is a placeholder, but it's supposed to be a haunting image of a lone, lost sock.