prophets of old foretold of these socks. A pair of footgear so twisted, they'd curse the very fabric of reality. Their sole-mates, lost to the void, now taunt the wearer with an eternal cycle of lint and dust. Read More
In the depths of the Sock Coven, the adepts weave their dark magic, each stitch a tiny, maddening step closer to the abyss. The fabric of the universe begins to unravel. Learn About the Sock Elder
Beg for the Sock Redemption