Aiken - Ducky Cult Minister of Truth

Ducky Cult Minister of Truth[DC MoT]

Name:

Aiken Pilate Drum

Birthdate:

Roughly 10 CE (that's "Common Era" peeps)

Your Cult Title:

Ducky Cult Minister of Truth[DC MoT]

What did you do before you were a cult member?:

Born the son of a simple shepard, Aiken lived a simple life, until he was contacted by strange extra-dimensional entities while standing downwind of a burning bush. Seized with a revelation, Aiken pledged his soul to these dark, alien intellects, in exchange for awesome powers and the ancient equivenlent of $1.50 in loose change. Setting off to make his fortune, he encountered some guy in the desert, who, despite all his reasoned arguments, would not pledge his soul to Aiken's dark masters. Changing his appearance from that of a swarthy middle-eastern shepard, to that of a slimy Roman, Aiken entered roman politics, where he eventually rose to the position of govenor of Jerusalem, from where he could infiltrate Rome with his dark religion. After various zany escapades (and judicious use of soap), Aiken found himself adrift once more, roaming the world, not to settle down until the twilight of Imperial Russia, where he got hiself a high-ranking job in the palace, miricles. This after convincing the rather gullible Tzar that he could work was not to last however, and after a quick (yet refreshing) dip in some icy water, Aiken set off once more, building the influence of his cult while taking menial positions, such as lookout on the Titanic, mechanic on the Hindenburg, and custodian of a small Book Depository in the US.

What convinced you to join the cult?:

The idea of belonging to other world-spanning cult, so as to corrupt it, and further my own dark schemes..wait, have I said too much?

When did you first realize your love for ducks?:

Two words. Honey Roasted. Mmm Mmm...

What is your job for the cult:

I distribute propaganda, both internally and to those outside the cult. I'm also currently re-writing history, so as to portray the Cult in a positive light.

Short story of your Ducky Cult life:

Approached by ##### during ################, and taken to ######## ###################. Secret ##################################### ducks, ############################################# and other ### ### butchers aprons. Met ################################ rubber pants,and ######################################################## ################################################################## ################################################################## ########### North by Northwest, then move the troops ############# ################################################################## ################################################################## ################################################################## ################################### with a melon!