An inexplicably stunning showcase of developer free will and recursive division method puzzle coding that bellows an unmistakeable, courageous cry into the fierce altercation of defining what constitutes a "game".
Gomo, with an undeviating knack for atroit storytelling, remains the most stunning audio-visual I have encountered since availing myself to Steam. Interlaying plot and mechnical substance are the bread and butter of this concrete dissemination into the indie platform, an infrastructure which has gone from strength to strength since its establishment.
Before any other function, Fishcow Studio's "Gomo" remains in force a splendid narrative. An intimate character study, the effervescent relationship of political attitudes between a hound and its proprietor, and an irreplaceably joyful reunion that flourishes as the last flicker of hopefulness to overcome the oppression and destitutions of an extraterrestrial invasion all faithfully describe the title, each as naturalistically error-free as the genetics of the standard isometric-hexoctahedral diamond. Ergo, Gomo's only shortcoming seems to reflect upon its unforgivingly dense attitude. Can Michelangelo's "The Battle of the Centaurs" be sincerely appreciated and understood in a matter of meer hours as an effortlessly-elementary, offduty joe-boy? Is Nadir Alfonso's "Spoki" best appreciated on the scanty centimeters of one's consumer display? The answer is implied in its impossibility—but these are affairs of thought deemed innesential to the practicality of my review. Ergo, the influential aspects of Gomo's achievements frequently lie in its nearly imperceivable array of substance and meaning.
While primarily a mounmentally grand application of effective component-driven recounter of chronicles, short and imperative, again and again, Gomo holds upstandingly well as a puzzle piece, both from the trenchant creaks of the drawing board and in practice. Decadent, yet unforgivingly minimal and hollow, new-age strategies towards Pascal and Assembly-based game programming create an interwoven pattern of familiar convictions and challenging endeavors that ultimately cast a stronger framework for the heart-warming, carefree broth that is Gomo.
Principally, Gomo has expunged my prevailing interests and expectations, relaying the roads of my heart and brain with an indispensable appreciation for first-rate programming, graphical optimization, and fundamentally genius storytelling through the puzzle genre. All in all, I am left to promulgate the simple fact, that behind all of its never-ending intricacies and undulating passion for a cunning yet discrete product, Gomo is, quintessentially, a game.