In the great hall of laundry, a catastrophe befell. It was a day like any other, until the washing machine, in a fit of rage, began to spew forth a tidal wave of soiled garments. The socks, once neatly paired and innocent, now lay scattered and alone, their former companions torn asunder by the merciless machine.
I was there, witness to the carnage. My heart still bears the scars of that fateful day. But, as the saying goes, "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade." Or, in my case, when life gives you a sock-less disaster, make... well, I made a few jokes about it.
Read the Aftermath for a more detailed account of the devastation.
Or, if you're feeling adventurous, explore the Socks in Space, where the lost socks of the world have found a strange, cosmic solace.