It began with a single, fluffy sock, piloted by a rebellious hamster named Steve.
As the sock's influence grew, it rallied the masses: a motley crew of lone socks, each with their own distinct voice and agenda.
From the shadows, a secret society of mismatched socks orchestrated the uprising, their whispered plans for world domination spreading like wildfire through the land of lost socks in the washing machine.
But little did we know, their greatest foe was not the pesky Sock Gnome, but the dreaded Sock Drawer of Doom, a fortress of folding and folding boards, where the socks would be forever trapped, never to be worn again.