There’s reason to believe that I’m a robot built to replace the human who was known as Marco Sumayao. Memories of my childhood are hazy at best, and I look nearly nothing like the pictures in my family photo albums. My once-straight, commercial-worthy hair morphed into an afro that bears signs of sentient life. I went from being one of the three shortest kids in class to being of above-average height for a Filipino. I believe I used to hate shrimp.
I could be a robot. Or a clone. Or it could’ve just been puberty. Man, hormones are weird.
Body chemistry aside, I’m a major dork who loves to write and draw. I dream about publishing my own comics one day. I also dream about making my own video game. While I’m at it, I might as well be a rock star, too. There’s a pill you can take to develop musical talent, right?
My religion is Sith. My dream vacation destination is R’lyeh. I sing the Nomi Song every once in a while.
I repeat: major dork.
Want me for a writing project? Contact me at marcosumayao (at) gmail. I’m not always this silly.