In the humblest days of Gothomo, when there was no artist and only a boy with a dream and some really fucking terrible, rather... some seriously clever ideas, the title for the comic that would be was "Homo and the Gothtard". Before even that, the first title of the comic was set to be "Homo and the Goatherd", but the goatherd, at the time named Steve, didn't get along well with Allen and Greg decided that a Gothtard would be able to put up with Allen. Goatherds be homophobic.

Eventually, after getting rid of Steve and bringing in Ves, Greg had a bunch of comics written and no artist. Granted that he was basing the main female character in the comic off of his friend Christina he felt that it would be a good idea to let her in on the obvious fantasticality of his ideas. That and anything she ever said for the rest of her life could and would be turned into a comic.

Greg and Christina mulled over the title for about fifteen minutes quite some time and eventually came to the conclusion that "Homo and the Gothtard" was perhaps a bit too wordy. Also, to use variations of the words "Homosexual" AND "Retarded" in the same title seemed tasteless even for two heathens such as Greg and Christina.

Greg and Christina reached deep within their brains and searched for many possible domains at GoDaddy. The one that Greg wanted most, holyshitballs, was unfortunately taken. Greg then had a brilliant idea! Homo and the Gothtard was too long, so why not compress the two key words into one NEW word? Greg chuckled to himself at his obvious greatness. "We must call the comic Homotard!"

Christina told Greg that he was being an idiot and Greg cried a little.

Then, soaked with tears and barbecue sauce from the chicken wings he ate to console his hurt feelings, Greg had an epiphany. "Gothomo!"

"Yes!" Christina shouted with glee, "Gothomo! Is that available as a dot com or a dot net?"

"Both!" Exclaimed Greg. Greg was exceptionally happy that the Goatherd character never came to fruition because Goathomo didn't flow well as a title. That and the comic was absolutely not about a homosexual goat.

Greg purchased Gothomo.com that day and it was good. To celebrate, Christina wore her favorite celebratory Pagan robes and Greg wore a body bow which barely covered his nads. Happily, the two danced around a kitchen fire to ring in the new and shout, "Hail Gothomo!" as the owners of the kitchen angrily shooed the happy Greg and Christina out of their burning home.

And that, my dears, is the story of how Gothomo came to be.

For the story of how Greg and Christina saved Jesus from the nazis during World War Three, please check back on the news page at a later undisclosed date.