A never ending story

[Gabbemaster]

I don't think we have a never ending story here, so I decided to create one.

 

A never ending story is a story created by "lots" of people. One write something down, like "Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far far away..."

 

And then someone else continue, like "Two pankakes was fighting..."

 

And then someone else adds "For the control of the world, pankaceion..."

 

And so forth.

 

Ok, here is the beginning:

 

 

 

Once upon a time, two great houses ruled the land of Ymoriel. House Ithor and House Rethar. They where both powerfull and rich, and both had great armies of unbeliveble strength.

A big war was ineviteble, and the people of Ymoriel feard the future.

However, two great sons of the great leaders of the great houses, met in seecret, to discuss the problem, and for the safety of the land, try to find a solution. A solution, that didn’t involved, war and destruction...

 

 

 

To be continued...

[Malchik]

You know this has been tried before. I'm perfectly happy to take part in it but not many others will join in. Still for what it's worth:-

 

They quickly concluded that the solution to everyone's problems had somehow to be connected to socks. Most people wore socks of one kind or another. Perhaps controlling the supply would affect the mentality of the belligerent peoples. Some wore the same socks for so long that they might be an excellent defence against an opponent. However their real idea was the number of free socks that had to be around somewhere. Free socks were those that had somehow broken away from of their enforced partnerships and disappeared, often during the family wash. It would be a question of identifying where these socks had gone and establishing whose side they were on.

 

They decided to mount a joint expedition.

 

They brought together....

[ThetaOrionis01]

... a committee consisting of the most eminent knitters, darners and sock hunters of both realms, chaired by the undisputed master - or rather mistress - of socklore, Lucy Fishnet.

 

For many days they debated the issues at hand - where would lost socks congregate? Were woolly socks fundamentally different from cotton ones? Would silk stockings tend to head south for the winter? Their deliberations were not helped by a delegation from the Sock Liberation Front, who held protests outside and demanded equal rights for socks.

 

With public opinion rapidly turning in favour of the socks the committee concluded...

[Switch]

... that they had no other choice but to conceed to the SLF demands.

 

All socks would be given equal rights to shoes, and other footwear. If the sock wanted to be worn over the boot, instead of vice versa, that was now ok. All sorts of other concessions were made, until the sons became fed up. They decided, instead of concessions, they would declare war on the socks, and put an end to it once and for all! Wool socks, cotton socks, all of it would be destroyed. Even phrases, like "bless his cotton socks!" would be permanently removed from society. And so...

[Malchik]

The supporters of the socks were up in arms - I mean legs - about it. If anyone declared war on footwear, they would rush to their defence.

 

They had ample resources, as many in the society were well heeled. They decided to meet in the local tavern to get legless; (presumably in case they lost the sock war). Stocking up on resources for the battle they all got very tight (or should that be tights?).

 

There were those whose job it was to boost morale. They did this by ensuring the suspense was mounting. They were given the nickname 'suspenders' (in the UK English meaning of the world). They also had to make sure they all sobered up in time for the battle by giving them a good hose down.

 

Th party was at its height when...

[Abramul]

...it was decided that the popular pro-sock movement needed a name. Among the suggestions was "The Soxer Rebellion", which was promptly...

[ThetaOrionis01]

...met with shouts of 'SPLITTERS!!' by supporters of the Sock Liberation Front, who, in the prevailing mood, had recruited many new members and acquired substantial funds to boost their campaigns for the reintegration into society of alienated socks and of retirement laundry baskets for elderly socks. Seeing their newly found wealth threatened they denounced all other pro-sock movements as merely 'cashing in'.

 

Their lavish spending began to destabilise the economy, and on the now infamous 'Black Toesday' led to a nationwide sockmarket crash.

 

Panic buying of darning needles and wool led to ugly scenes, and the spectre of civil war raised its ugly fungal-infected ingrown toenail, when news came from a far corner of the realm of the discovery of a holey sock....

[Malchik]

Whom they saw almost as the holey grail.

 

The sock in question was less than amused, not wanting to be stitched up by the less than well-co-ordinated mob.

 

He considered himself to be pretty small potatoes as far as socks were concerned and pointed them instead towards Ms Fifteen Denier.

 

To reach her they would have to climb a ladder.

 

What the holey sock had not bargained for was...

[Adras]

...Being lost in the eternal hell of the dryer...

[Gabbemaster]

The holy sock, used her powerfull magic, escaped the dryer, put the other socks there insted, and begun to fly upp the ladder to her home.

 

Many brave socks died that day, and those who managed to escaped the dryer raised a monument to honor the lost socks.

The text on the monument said:

”May the brave socks that died today rest in peace for all future!”

And a bit under the text, someone had written:

”Dryers Socks!”

When they was sattisfyed with the result, they begun to climb the ladder, but…