It was a dark and stormy night in the land of Sockdom. The year was 3050, and the once-great Sock Empire had fallen. The last remnants of the Sock Surgeons, a group of elite warriors known for their lightning-fast reflexes and razor-sharp stitching, had been scattered to the wind.
But on this fateful night, a glimmer of hope flickered to life. A lone Sock Surgeon, codename: "The Toe-Taker," had received a message from an anonymous source, hinting at a secret reunion of the old guard.
The Toe-Taker set off towards the abandoned Sock Factory, where the reunion would take place. As he approached, he noticed a strange glow emanating from within. His heart racing, he burst through the entrance, only to find the room filled with the ghosts of Sockdom's past.
There was "The Sock Whisperer," the legendary Sock Surgeon who had single-handedly stitched together the greatest sock collection the world had ever seen. And there was "The Sock-Slinger," who had single-punched his way through hordes of Sock-Bots in the Great Sock War.
The room fell silent as the Toe-Taker approached. "Welcome, old friends," he said, his voice trembling. "We've been brought together again, just like old times." The ghosts of Sockdom's past looked on, their ethereal forms glowing with a faint, otherworldly light.
Read Chapter 1: The Sock Whisperer's Tale, Read Sock Surgery Saga, Read Socky Memories