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 ########
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### butchers aprons. Met ################################ rubber pants,and
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########### North by Northwest, then move the troops #############
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################################### with a melon!