Danny sent me a set of Game notes from June of 1995. (With a few revisions for 1997) Where he played a Science Nerd that Changed into a powerhouse that had powers based on Magnetism. Other people of the same team was my Character, miniMAX (A shrinker/grower gadgeteer… sort of Henry Pym with weirdness magnet, a goofy streak, and an intelligent shrunken chimp sidekick), Ghost (Kathleen’s Character with variable Desol / Invisibility & acrobatics), The Aquarian (Doug’s Mystic Master), Mystery (Cathy’s Amnesiac bot-character), and Silver Hammer (Tony’s Flying energy-projector…I remember he had a low Ego & Pre… made for an easily spooked super guy.. looked like the silver surfer in black bicycle pants, usually running away.) The Head of our Team was Agent 13 of “The Agency”. Sort of a cross between Nick Fury and Susan Powter (with the buzz-cut.. wow, I guess she phased that look totally out, and got breast implants & a nose ring… Powter, not Agent 13).

Some of his quotables… (Some are better than others, and proper emphasis is important.)

IN COMBAT

“Come out you cowards, and fight the six of us!”
“Do you wanna hit the jackpot with the tooth fairy?”
“What’s worse than getting cut with a knife? … Getting cut with your own knife!” (Non-seq… Iron never cut anyone.)
“You’re gonna have a hard time picking up your teeth with broken fingers!” (My personal fave.)
“You look pale! You need more IRON in your diet!”
“Your Life is a lemon, and I’m here to refund your money!”
“My Great, Great, Great… Great Grandmother can punch harder than that!”
“I’m only gonna hit you once, and then the floor’s gonna hit you!”
“Let me introduce you to my fist!”
“My fist fights for the side of Law and Order!”
“I’m gonna crack you like a soft-boiled egg!”
“I’m gonna peel you like a fruit roll!”
“I’m gonna hit you with so many lefts, you’re gonna beg for a right.”
“If you wanna whoop me, you better bring your lunch because it’s gonna take all day.” (Way too cumbersome.)
“You’re gonna fly so far when I punch you, they’re gonna need the Hubble Telescope to Find you!”
“If Brains were dynamite, you wouldn’t have enough to blow your nose!” (That was old in the 50’s.)
“You’re a few sandwiches short of a picnic!”
“You’re the Titanic, and I’m the Iceberg!”
“I’m gonna hit you so hard with my right you’re gonna beg for a left!”

OUT OF COMBAT
“Make it so, Number One!” (Star Trek nerd and all)
“I’m not gonna bite that biscuit.”
“My Dance card is filled.”
“No, my little thumbscrew!”

1997 additions
“You have to break a few eggs to pound the daylights out of a supervillian.”
“You cannot defeat what you do not understand.”

COMBAT CODES W/MINIMAX
Hail Mary – Throw miniMAX (Fastball special)
Drop ___ – coordinated attack on ____
Cover___ Protect ____
Gimme 5 to___ Grab-by
Piggyback
Maneuver 1 E-Man climbs on his back. (E-man was his sidekick.. usually behind the scenes)
Bad guys numbered, squishies (innocents) lettered.

From a fax sent to miniMAX from Frank, 6/1/1995

Esteemed Colleague: After attenuated years of painstakingly arduous matriculations, interrupted by brief but frivolous, discontinuous episodes of mountain dew and star trek digestive assimilations, we, the deliberately imprudent, though excessively honorable and high-minded representative ideals of mannish ineptitude, must undauntedly proceed to shamelessly and precipitously, yet not without brassy mettlesomeness, exalt our affiliatedly-united alliance of equally disarranged associates in perplexity, who, though of general kindredity are also filled with a craving inclination to crushingly subjugate the purveyors of perniciously-malicious malevolency, above the teraqueously terrestrial, yet decidedly inelastic and unshakably steady bosom of our obliging enticer, Mistress 13, and originate ourselves, Frank and miniMAX, into a neoterically fresh and unaccustomed epitome of non-exemplifory superheroes, metamorphosing ourselves, through a perplexing complexus of trasmutive dementia-praecox, based on the propitious virtues of giddiness, happiness, and scientific wackiness, ignoring with spock-like curious disregard all objections and whining threnodies, save those which inspirit and support our illimitable, unfeigningly sincere endeavor.

Damn the torpedoes!
Cars will not hurt us!

Frank.

As a side note, minimax was revived briefly, with a slightly altered history in 1999/2000 for a play by mail game, and just wasn’t the same without the Fine Ferrous Fellow alongside.