The Formation

One day, standing (intimidatingly) outside of The Jungle* our group decided we needed a name. We had just finished the first of many seafood barbecues and were a little restless. See, even though Kamogawa "wasn't a concentration camp" (their PowerPoint's words, not mine), we weren't allowed out of the compound past nine, lest the マムシ (Mamushi) get us. Of course, Hisa (our awesome R.A.) had shot, killed, burned, and drowned one of these dangerous snakes; but they were still too dangerous for us simple 外国人 (foreigners).

Anyways, names. After going burning through a ton, we decided on "The Crown." It stuck. Even our self-invented gang-sign stuck. Of course the Japanese saw it, loved it, and copied it. Heh, it was already on magazine covers before we left Kamogawa (trust me, I have no clue how this happened. I guess Japanese rappers just rock):



*Max's room