They were simple creatures. When one touched another, they bonded with a satisfying squelch .
A single Goo Ball rolled toward its neighbor. They fused, forming a sturdy base on the grass. A third Goo Ball climbed atop them, stretching its gelatinous body until it clicked into place, creating a tripod. They were no longer just blobs; they were architecture. The tower began to grow. World of Goo
With every new addition, the structure groaned and swayed. The Goo Balls at the bottom felt the weight of their brothers, their round faces squishing under the pressure. Yet, they held firm. They were driven by the "World of Goo Corporation," a distant, unseen force that promised that every ball collected was a ball put to good use. They were simple creatures
As the tower reached toward the sky, the wind picked up. The Goo Balls shivered, their black eyes wide as the ground fell away. They passed through a layer of white mist and saw others of their kind—green ones that could be detached and moved, and translucent ones that floated like balloons. They fused, forming a sturdy base on the grass
The tip of the tower neared the mouth of a massive, vacuum-sealed pipe. It roared with a mechanical hunger. With one final, desperate stretch, the topmost Goo Ball was sucked into the darkness. Then another. And another.