Miguel, Caleb, and Adrian found themselves face-to-face with the two best friends who were eager to join their fledgling crew. The air was tense but electric with anticipation as they huddled in an old, dimly lit garage—a makeshift headquarters for their first official meeting as a group. The question loomed large: what would they call themselves?
The brainstorming session turned into a chaotic storm of laughter, arguments, and endless name suggestions, each rejected one after the other. They debated for hours, tossing out names ranging from the overly dramatic to the downright absurd. "Steel Titans"? Too cliché. "Shadow Strikers"? Too edgy. On and on it went—20 names rejected, the frustration mounting.
Finally, Adrian leaned back in his chair with a grin and said, "You know what? We're hopelessly undecided."
Caleb, the strategist, paused mid-thought. "Wait... that's it. 'Undecided.' It's who we are. No one will see it coming."
Miguel, "The Fist," smirked, slamming his hand down on the table. "That's brilliant. It's raw, it's real, it's... us."
And so, "The Undecided" was born. To give it a sharper edge, they decided to abbreviate it as "UNDCD." The group erupted into cheers, their voices echoing through the garage. They had finally carved out their identity.
The Undecided gang now officially had five members:
- Miguel: Known as "The Fist," the group's backbone and enforcer.
- Caleb: "The Strategist," the brains behind their every move.
- Adrian: Dubbed "Respect," a figure of loyalty who commanded admiration.
The two best friends, excited to stand alongside their new comrades, pledged to earn their names as part of this team. As the crew sealed their pact, their bond grew stronger. They were no longer just individuals—they were a family united by choice.