Welcome one and all to the Goo-iest place on Earth, the GDN World of Goo Contest Winners list. The contest has closed and I have mopped up the remnants of the Goo to find the winning entries. Below, in no particular order (though the first is my personal favorite) are the winning entries:

Andrew Michaan:

As I stand here today, I am proud of the fact that my entire life has been goo-less.  In fact, one could say that my life goal has been to keep myself far away from all manners of goo.  Yes, from the day I was first shoved out of my mother’s slippery womb, I have taken all of the necessary steps to distance myself as far as possible from all sticky substances.  While other kids were slobbering all over themselves and playing with Nickelodeon Gak, I was busy inventing my own portable hand-washing station in case I ever stumbled into the wrong playpen at the wrong time.

As a teenager, my friends were busy exploring each other’s newly developed sexual bodies while I, afraid of the goo inherent in the process of sexual exploration, read books and sewed handkerchiefs.  Naturally, after graduating high school I got a job at the local bar-soap manufacturer (foregoing a better paying job at the local liquid hand-soap manufacturer for obvious reasons).

I’ve been working at the bar-soap factory for ten years.  Some people ask me if I get sick of working the same job day-in day-out for so long, and I always respond with my trusty motto: "cleanliness is godliness."  But I can’t keep lying.  I can’t keep lying to those people and I can’t keep lying to myself.

The truth is, I’m tired.  I’m tired of living a life of utter predictability and absolute cleanliness.  I often wake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat dreaming of a different life, a dirty life, a gooey life.  It has taken me years to admit this to myself, and I feel like a traitor for saying it, but what I want more than anything is to surround myself with goo.

If given this sticky opportunity, I would do marvelous things with this disgusting yet fascinating substance.  I would sleep in a bed of it.  I would custom retrofit my plumbing so I could shower in it.  I would lather it in my hair for volume, I would spread it on my shoes for style, and I would smear it on my toast for sustenance.

I would build myself a vehicle capable of running on the power of goo alone, and while riding around town in my goo-mobile I would throw bags of goo to smiling children in the streets.  On the weekends I would volunteer at my local soup kitchen to provide goo for the less fortunate.

Oh the things I would do with that sticky, sticky goo.  However, the opportunity is not mine yet, and I mustn’t tell anyone about my dreams.  For now, I must return to work at the bar-soap factory; return to the comfort of the only life I have ever known.  I don’t think I should send this letter, for fear of my dirty secret being revealed to the world at large.

And yet, the goo still calls to me…

JR Aquino

I am a member of the gooball army. I am hoping to win this contest and if I do, I intend to do the following with my goo:

#1. Quote Ghostbusters II, Janosz: "Why am I drippingz whist goo?"  As often and as inappropriately as I am able.

#2. I intend to make tributes and shrines to various entities out of the gooballs in the game and submit pictures of them online.

#3. I hope to become a veritable Johnny Gooball Seed, spreading the delicious Goo’dness to my friends and family (Who will love this game and further spread it’s glory’s via word of mouth)

#4. Finally.  I hope that it empowers me with the luck to find a ’Tower of Goo T-Shirt’ to wear on my Wedding day on Oct 31st, 2008 (Next week) [Congratulations on the wedding and the game. We hope you find the shirt]

Steven Brunwasser

     What I Would Do With My Goo

     If I could play,

     With Goo for a day,

     I would laugh,

     I would cry,

     I would sing to the sky,

     And all ’the world would be grand.

     I would play with my Goo,

     All for me, none for you,

     I’d ascend to the sky,

     Float way up, really high,

     And might wave goodbye,

     As I tower strait up to the moon.

     [Shortly after receiving his Goo, the author of this poem attempted to build a tower to the moon and died of suffocation shortly after reaching the upper atmosphere. This poem is dedicated to his loving memory, or is it? After all, he forgot to wave goodbye and never shared any of his goo, and for that, he must be punished.]

Bruno Pires

Oh my goodness, what would I do with goo?

I would google looking for a way to make a good-looking goose made entirely of goo. Or maybe eat it, with some gasper goo fish. Or even making a full-fledged version of Mister Magoo. I don’t know, I’m not that good with rhymes.
But I know this: World of Goo is a gooeylicius good-looking goo fantasy, where only good crazy minds can wander, into super gooey stars, giant rainbows filled with dripping goo, and what’s the most impressive: goo towers.
Am I being too goofy? Well, good luck for me! Yay!

Congratulations to the Winners! Each of them will receive a copy of the World of Goo from 2D Boys. For more information on the World of Goo check out the games database here at GDN or stop in at worldofgoo.com.

Go Get your Goo on Guys!