The year is 3050, and the world is in shambles. Socks are lost, hope is lost, and the fabric softener industry is on the brink of collapse.
But fear not, oh faithful followers of the Prophet! For I, the Great Prophet, have taken up the mantle of the quest for the Holy Sock.
Through the treacherous Mountains of Missing Socks, I have braved the treacherous Rivers of Stain, and I have battled the ferocious Beasts of the Laundromat.
And lo, after 42 days and 42 nights of searching, I have found the Holy Sock!
Read the epic tale of my journey!
Consult our team of expert Sock Whisperers for advice on how to prevent future losses!
May the fabric of the universe be ever in your favor!